"Look at me, I'm such a scatterbrain. Thank heavens for you, old man," Zhu Shijun's words hit Jin Dafu like a bolt from the blue, snapping him back to reality. With the situation as it is, he was still fixating on those fanciful notions, "I'm going right out to get all the men in the village to help with the evacuation and the relocation of resources." Jin Dafu didn't care about the fierce winds and pouring rain outside and was about to rush out.
"I'm coming with you," Zhu Shijun insisted, not willing to be left behind. After more than a year, he had formed a deep bond with this village.
"Old man..." Jin Dafu choked up, turned around, and wiped the corner of his eyes. He wanted to refuse, but most of the men left in the village were over fifty, and in such an emergency, every extra hand could help reduce the losses, "Alright, let's go out now."
