Over in Ge Village, there was complete chaos. San Gouzi rushed into the crumbling house, trying to persuade Granny Bai, who was still searching through the rubble. Granny Zhao's house was a wooden building from decades ago. The broken wooden planks, after being battered by the strong winds, were shattered and torn apart. Fortunately, the wood was light and didn't cause any harm even when falling on people.
"San Gouzi, you mind your own business," Granny Zhao cried out. The old house that had accompanied her for decades collapsed in the storm. Her spouse gone, her house gone, and this damn rain buried even the last of her coffin savings.
"Granny, everyone from the village is heading up the mountain, your rice will also be sent up there soon. Our village has Mr. Zhu, the village chief, and we have fertile rice fields. Life will be as prosperous as the Chili," San Gouzi anxiously lifted Granny Zhao onto his back and started pulling her out.
