Chapter 269 Survivors

"Then I am the leader of the Wulin Alliance," suddenly, a little head popped up from between the two of them, just above the waists of the two children, and looked about two or three years old. He also pinched his waist and looked up to the sky and laughed "hahahaha" eight times.

There are really only eight sounds. Pan Yun counted them carefully.

She looked at the three children silently and asked, "Who taught you to laugh like that?"

The older boy asked seriously, "Are you scared?"

Pan Yun: "No, I want to beat you up."

Pan Jun stuffed the rice stalks he had pulled up to Miao Zhen, rolled up his sleeves and went up to beat him up, "Can you please talk properly? Can you please talk properly?"

The three children screamed and kicked Pan Yun hard, but their legs hit the air and their hands couldn't hit her, which made the three children even more sad and angry.

They were tired of fighting, and Pan Yun was tired of fighting too, so they stopped.

However, the three children were lying on the ground, while Pan Yun was standing with her hands on her waist.

She kicked the older boy's butt with her toes and asked, "Are you from Shuangyang Village?"

Older child: “So what?”

"Not very good. Let me ask you, who is in charge of Shuangyang Village now? Who should we contact to send love?"

The older child sat up from the ground, staring at her with his big round eyes, then looked at Miaozhen and Miaohe behind her, "Are you really here to help us?"

"That's true. Look over there. Do you see it? Three cars. These are all the things we brought."

The older child stood up and stood on tiptoe to look. After looking for a long time, he finally found three slow-moving cars on a road.

But that is the main road, you can come to their village or go to Huaihua Village...

Just as he was thinking this, he saw a car turning at the intersection and coming towards them.

The older boy was stunned for a moment and then said, "The person in charge of our village now is Chen Xiucai. I will take you to find him."

Pan Yun asked, "How old is Mr. Chen?"

She had to prepare in advance to face him in the state he was in, whether he was high and mighty, saving all living beings; or he was cute and well-behaved, soft-hearted and kind; or he was an unfathomable investor...

Older child: “Almost the same as my dad.”

Pan Yun looked at the older boy, assessed his age, and asked, "How old is your father?"

The age span of a father can also be very wide. He can be a father when he is young or he can be a father when he is old.

The older child hesitated for a moment and said, "About twenty years old. No one told me how old my father is."

Pan Yun nodded and continued to ask, "Who else is in Chen Xiucai's family?"

"There's no one left. He's the only one in his family. Grandpa Chen, Grandma Chen, Aunt Chen, and Sister Taohua were all killed by the Japanese pirates."

The faint smile on Pan Jun's face faded and he fell silent.

The older child continued, "Sister Taohua was sick, and Chen Xiucai went to the county town to buy medicine for her, so she escaped."

Pan Yun asked him, "How did you escape?"

The older child had tears in his eyes and sniffed, "I was playing hide-and-seek with them and fell asleep in the straw."

Climb up the ridge and you will reach Shuangyang Village.

The village was very quiet. There was no barking of dogs, no crowing of chickens, no quacking of ducks, and even no human voices.

Looking up, they saw that several houses were burnt black, and some were half collapsed. When the older children saw them looking at those houses, they said, "They were burned by the Japanese pirates. They couldn't be saved. Anyway, everyone was dead, so we didn't save them later."

There are also intact houses, but they are not popular at all.

There were dark red dried bloodstains on the yellow mud walls, some of which were sprayed in one line and some in large patches. Pan Yun could also see human shapes on some of the walls. It was obvious that someone had leaned against the wall and died.

There was blood on the road they walked on, but it had already dried up, so people could basically not get it stained by walking on it.

The little child was skipping and jumping in front, leading the way, his bare feet stepping on the bloodstains without any shame.

The older child seemed to be afraid that they would mind, so he pointed to the grass under the stone road and said, "You can walk down there. You can't see the bloodstains here."

Miaozhen recited the "Tai Shang Jiu Ku Jing" softly and stepped lightly over the stone.

Pan Yun lowered his eyes to glance at the grass. Although he could hardly see it, he knew that the bloodstains there were just as much as those on the stones.

“How many people died in your village?”

The older child: "The government wouldn't let us say anything. If we ask, they'll just say eleven people died."

Pan Yun sneered, "There are both zeros and whole numbers. How much do you know?"

The older boy lowered his voice, suppressing the sobs in his throat and whispered, "Including Aunt Qin, Third Aunt, and the baby in Sister Xiaohua's belly, there are a total of 309 people. Mr. Chen told us to remember this number and to erect a monument with all the names on it. When we have the ability in the future, we will get them back one by one."

The three of them quickly walked to the center of the village, where there was some life, with voices talking and smoke from cooking.

The child had already run away, but a few moments later he came out again, dragging a very old man with him.

He tried hard to open his eyes and looked at Pan Yun, Miao Zhen and Miao He, and said slowly: "Where did the child come from? It's getting dark, go home quickly."

Pan Yun glanced at the old man, but did not untie the wooden sign on his waist. Instead, he clasped his fists and bowed to the ground: "Hello, old man. The three of us have some things to give to Shuangyang Village."

The old man looked at Pan Yun in surprise and came closer to look at her. "Did you shout?"

Pan Jun smiled and shook his head, "No."

The old man was surprised, "How come I heard it clearly without being called? Oh, my ears are healed!"

The older child was surprised: "Really? Third Master, what did you say she said?" The old man: "What did you say?"

Older child: “…”

He put his hands in front of his mouth and shouted in his ear: "Third Master, did you hear what she said?"

The old man slapped him and said, "Don't shout in my ear. I heard her. Didn't she say she wanted to send something to Shuangyang Village? What are you going to send, little girl?"

Pan Yun: "Food, medicinal materials, cloth, cotton, books, writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone..."

She paused and then said, "There is still money."

The old man nodded: "There are quite a lot of varieties, but I wonder how many there are?"

Pan Yun said: "It should be enough for you to get through the winter."

The old man smiled and said, "Okay, okay, there are still many good people in this world. Zhuzi, go find Chen Xiucai quickly. A kind man has come to our village, we must treat him well."

The older boy muttered as he walked, "I'm not Zhuzi, my name is Zuwang, Zhuzi is dead..."

But he lowered his voice so that the old man could not hear.

The old man took Pan Yun and led her to the yard, and asked with a smile: "Little girl, are you here alone?"

Miaohe came up and said, "And us."

The old man squinted his eyes and looked at Miaohe, "Oh, I thought this was the fat girl from our village chief's family, but it turns out she is not. Are there two of you here?"

Pan Yun: "...Old man, there are three of us."

The old man: "Oh, the road you came from is flat, not bumpy."

Pan Jun raised his eyebrows, glanced at the old man, and nodded simply, "Yes."

The old man took Pan Yun to sit down and asked with a smile: "Child, you are a kind-hearted person. There are not many people as kind as you now."

Pan Yun nodded.

"Those people do good things for something, or to gain fame and reputation, as scholars would say. I can tell at a glance that this little girl is not that kind of person."

Pan Jun nodded, "I do good things mainly because I feel guilty, and secondly because I want your gratitude."

The old man paused, almost losing control of his rhythm, but he was still experienced. He quickly skipped Pan Yun's words, took her hand and asked about her origins, "From your accent, you are not from here?"

Pan Yun: “I’m from Jiangxi.”

Old man: “Not really.”

"It must be because I travel so much that my accent has become so weird."

The old man felt that she was not telling the truth.

Pan Yun hated being asked about her accent the most. She was already doing her best to avoid any connection with the capital. Why did she have to say, "My family used to live in the capital, but fled to Jiangxi because we fell into trouble?"

"You are sending food, cloth, cotton, and money. Will your family agree to this?"

Pan Yun: "I am already self-reliant and can make my own decisions."

Old man: "How old are you?"

Pan Yun: "Not young anymore. Three years away from being the prime minister, Gan Luo is already old enough."

Miaozhen Miaohe sat aside with their chins propped up, listening to the old and the young chatting, while their young master was not at all inferior.

The old man finally couldn't help but asked directly: "Little girl, why do you spend so much money to do good deeds?"

Pan Yun: "To have peace of mind."

She paused and said, "People have compassion. Seeing the suffering of sentient beings, they can't help but feel sympathy. If I don't do it, I will feel uneasy. It's just a waste of money. If you can get through the difficulties temporarily, I will feel at ease."

The old man looked at her in surprise.

"What a compassionate heart."

Pan Yun looked in the direction of the sound and saw a thin and shabby young man walking in, holding on to the wall.

The older child held his other hand. He looked very sick, and his face and lips were pale and colorless.

After observing his expression, Pan Yun turned to look at Miaohe.

Miaohe had already sat up straight and frowned, "This man is very ill."

The young man glanced at Miaohe, then looked back at Pan Yun, smiled, broke away from the child, and bowed to Pan Yun, "Three kind people, I would like to thank you for your kindness on behalf of the villagers of Shuangyang Village."

Pan Yun and the other two stood up to return the greeting. Seeing that he was shaky, they couldn't help but sigh and said, "Mr. Chen, you should get treatment first."

Chen Xiucai smiled and nodded, "I have already taken the medicine. Thank you for your concern. I wonder where the things you brought are?"

"My senior brothers and sisters are driving behind us and will be here soon."

Just as he finished speaking, the sound of children chasing and playing could be heard outside. A child ran over quickly, "Third Master, Third Master, a car is coming, a car is coming..."

The noise was so loud that people in other houses also heard it, and one after another they came running in with kitchen knives and sticks.

Pan Yun took a quick look and found that except for two men with crutches and three middle-aged women, most of the people there were children under the age of fourteen.

Looking around, there were no more than thirty people in the entire village.

Chen Xiucai noticed her expression and smiled, "Twenty-eight people survived in the village. Three young people couldn't stand it and left the village. Now there are twenty-five people left in the village. In addition to the seven adults, the remaining eighteen are children. I don't know how kind people can be kind."

(End of this chapter)