"You see, this brain of mine, I'm so thankful for you, old master," Zhu Shijun's words were like a wake-up call that brought Jin Dafu back to his senses. With the situation at hand, there was no time to think about those groundless matters. "I'll head out now and get all the men in the village to help with the evacuation and moving supplies." Jin Dafu couldn't be bothered by the strong wind and heavy rain outside and made a move to dash out.
"I'll go with you," Zhu Shijun insisted on not being left behind; after a year and more, he had already formed an inseparable bond with this village.
"Old master..." Jin Da Fu choked, turned his head, and wiped the corners of his eyes. He wanted to refuse, but among the men staying behind in the village, most were over fifty years old. In such a critical situation, one more helping hand could mean less loss. "Alright, let's go out now."
