I survived the famine by scavenging and supported my family.

As soon as he finished speaking, a tremendous force from the mountain separated the group.

The mudslide, carrying broken vegetation and rocks, crashed down on the humans who were trying to climb the hillside!

Zhao Ningning: !

She saw a cart next to her that had been completely swallowed up by the mudslide!

Instinctively, she tightened her grip on her brother's hand.

Without looking back, Zhao Qi grabbed his sister and ran down the mountain.

Another muffled rumble followed, and a massive mudslide swept in. Zhao Ningning only had time to hear her brother call her name once before she lost consciousness.

When Zhao Ningning woke up again, it was already dawn.

It's still raining.

Touching her aching head, Zhao Ningning instinctively looked for Zhao Qi.

Fortunately, Zhao Qi was right next to her, and the two were still holding hands. Zhao Ningning pulled her hand out of Zhao Qi's hand, touched her brother's face, and saw that he was just unconscious. Zhao Ningning was relieved.

Only then did I have time to look around and see what was going on.

She and her brother were on a small slope next to a crooked tree.

Muddy waves lapped at Zhao Ningning's ankles, and floodwaters were right beside her legs. Zhao Ningning quickly pulled her feet back.

Worried about Zhao Qi, she grabbed his clothes and pulled him up with all her might.

I stood up and looked back. It turned out to be a mountain. All around was quiet, except for the sound of flowing water and the pattering rain.

Where is this?

Zhao Ningning shook her head, saw that no one was around, went into her space to change out of her clothes which were covered in mud and dirty water, and went out with an umbrella and a towel.

Her brother is still lying on the ground!

There was nowhere to shelter from the rain, so Zhao Ningning put a towel under his head and dragged him to a slightly flatter spot.

Zhao Ningning went around and picked up a few pieces of wood, then came back and stuck them in the ground.

Then go into the space, take out the crawling mat, and cover it on the wooden stick.

She opened the shoe cabinet in the elevator lobby, took out several pairs of sneakers, untied the shoelaces, and tied them to the four corners of the play mat.

At least now, the rain won't get directly on my body.

After all that work, Zhao Ningning's clothes, which she had just changed into, were half-soaked again.

She returned to her spatial dimension, thought for a moment, took out two umbrellas and destroyed them. She removed the ribs and pieced the umbrella surfaces together to form a "cushion" that a person could lie on, separating the mud and water on the ground.

Finally, they dragged Zhao Qi, who was covered in mud, up there, and that was the end of it.

Zhao Ningning pulled the towel out from under his head, intending to take it back and change into a dry one.

This pull revealed that the towel was stained with blood!

Zhao Ningning was stunned for a moment when she saw the blood on the towel. She quickly threw it aside and carefully touched the back of her brother's head.

There was a wound about the length of a finger joint on the occipital bone. It was unclear when the wound was made, but the edges had turned slightly white from being soaked in water.

No wonder he couldn't wake up; he had a head injury.

Zhao Ningning quickly returned to her space and took out bath towels, hand towels, and a first-aid kit.

She first took off Zhao Qi's upper body clothes and wrapped them in a bath towel. She was too weak to do the lower body clothes, so she could only use a bath towel to absorb the water from the clothes and then wrap him in a clean bath towel.

As for the wound on his head, after Zhao Ningning carefully rinsed the area with saline solution, the wound revealed its original appearance—about the length of a finger joint. Fortunately, it was just a scratch, and there was no swelling around it.

Zhao Ningning felt a little relieved, at least she didn't have to worry about bumping her head.

She carefully cut off the hair around the wound with scissors, then applied iodine, wrapped it with gauze, and secured it with medical tape.

After doing all that, she went back to her space, took out a bottle of lemonade from the refrigerator, heated it up a little, and carried it out in a bowl.

Zhao Qi was still unconscious. Zhao Ningning took a clean towel, rolled it up, and used it to elevate his head, avoiding the wound. She then carefully fed him little by little with a spoon.

As usual, Zhao Qi opened his mouth and drank it. Zhao Ningning didn't care about the efficacy of the medicine. She went back to her space to boil water, cooled it down to lukewarm, poured the anti-inflammatory medicine into a spoon, and used the lukewarm water to make Zhao Qi drink it.

Is everything alright now?

Zhao Ningning prayed.

When her stomach started growling, Zhao Ningning checked the time in her spatial dimension.

It's already 2 PM without me even realizing it, no wonder I'm so hungry.

She glanced at Zhao Qi, who still showed no signs of waking up, and hurriedly went back to her space to heat up the frozen steamed buns and dumplings in the freezer.

While keeping an eye on her brother, Zhao Ningning sat under a canopy made of a playmat and ate her lunch.

Feeling a bit chilly after being caught in the rain, Zhao Ningning searched her space, but there was no dry firewood or anything else that could be burned.

Besides cotton quilts.

Instead of burning the quilt, Zhao Ningning took an umbrella and collected some branches from the surrounding area, then took them to the elevator hall to shake them.

After shaking it half-dry, she dried it with a towel. Since this stuff would be refreshed the next day anyway, Zhao Ningning used it without any hesitation.

After preparing the branches, she took out the blanket and lit it with a lighter.

Wrap the slightly damp branches in cotton blankets, and soon smoke began to rise from under the shed. Zhao Ningning used a fan to blow the smoke out.

Fearing the playmat would be damaged by the fire, Zhao Ningning deliberately lit the fire at the edge of the mat.

The high temperature of the cotton dried the moisture on the branches, and gradually the smoke subsided. Zhao Ningning stirred the firewood pile, keeping a distance from Zhao Qi.

Zhao Ningning covered him with a bath towel.

While letting the fire slowly warm her brother, Zhao Ningning, holding an umbrella, continued searching for damp branches around them.

After finding them, bring them back to your space, shake them to dry, and take some out to roast by the fire.

She didn't go far, staying nearby, and would come back every now and then to check on Zhao Qi and add firewood to the fire.

In the middle of cooking, fearing that the food wouldn't bake evenly, she even helped Zhao Qi flip it over.

An hour later, Zhao Qi's clothes were almost completely dry. Zhao Ningning took out a quilt from her spatial storage and carefully laid her brother on it.

After fiddling with Zhao Qi, Zhao Ningning was covered in sweat, and a gust of wind made her feel a chill.

After rubbing her arms, Zhao Ningning went back to her space, took a quick shower, changed her clothes, and then came out to continue guarding Zhao Qi.

His eyes were closed, and he showed no signs of waking up.

Even as darkness fell, her brother showed no signs of waking up. Zhao Ningning went back to her space and heated up some more steamed buns and prepared a pot of porridge for Zhao Qi.

After cooking the porridge, Zhao Ningning set it aside to cool. Once she had filled her own stomach, she felt the porridge bowl had cooled down enough before using a spoon to feed Zhao Qi.

Unfortunately, he wasn't very cooperative, and he couldn't swallow much of the porridge. Zhao Ningning could only feed him some soup and then went back to her space to heat up a bottle of lemon water for him.

He did drink half a bowl of lemonade.

Zhao Ningning took the remaining two umbrellas from her spatial storage and pieced them together into a small waterproof mat that she could curl up in.

After laying a quilt on top, Zhao Ningning curled up next to Zhao Qi.

Through the fire, Zhao Ningning would occasionally touch Zhao Qi's head.

She was afraid he would get a fever.

On the other end.

When the mudslide came, Ning's parents instinctively went to look for their two children.

There was none behind me, none in the car, and none beside the car!

Ning's mother spotted two blurry figures, one tall and one short, that looked like Ningning and Xiaoqi. Before she could say anything, a large mudslide pushed her and Ning's father to the other side.

Everyone was stuck in the mud, completely buried!

Ignoring the fact that her space was being exposed, Ning's mother used her space to collect the mud around her. The mud collapsed, and her head quickly came into contact with the air.

She dared not delay, and following her memory, she searched for the surging mud around her. She used both hands to dig at the places where there was movement, while secretly collecting the mud into her space.

Her judgment was accurate; she dug up Ning's father in no time. After the two of them came out, Ning's mother stuck her hands into the mud and, using the mud as cover, took out two shovels directly from her spatial storage.

The two men each took a spade and shoveled at the source of the noise, then dug around a bit to expose the head.

After rescuing those who could be rescued from the surrounding area, and seeing that there was no movement elsewhere, Ning's mother carefully dug out the arms and shoulders of those people so that they could dredge the mud themselves.

At first, a man came out and immediately joined the ranks of recruiters.

One, two, three, four.

More and more people crawled out of the mud, and after they came out, they dug through the mud nearby again and found two unconscious people.

They also found several people who had already died in the mud further away.

There were about twenty or thirty people in total, and they all fell silent as they looked at the muddy ground.

Finally, someone said, "Before I was buried, I think I saw the people who were walking in front of me all run to the other side."

"Yes, they don't seem to have been affected by the mudslide."

The group spoke in low voices.

Ning's father also remembered that their car and mule hadn't been submerged by the mudslide.

Everything happened so fast; he was in a hurry to find Zhao Qi and Zhao Ningning and didn't have time to care about the two livestock.

When he and Ning's mother looked out, they were swept away by the raging mudslide.

I wonder how Ningning and the others are doing.

Ning's father was very worried.

Ning's mother was no different; her eyes immediately reddened. The night was pitch black, so quiet that only the sound of rain could be heard, without a sound at all.

If there had been any noise, they would have had some hope... but just now, the mudslide swept them away.

"Let's go down down and look for them," Ning's father said to the others. "It's still raining, do you want to go up the mountain to look for the village head and the others first?"

The village head and his entourage were walking ahead, presumably to avoid the mudslide.

The group of people nodded and then shook their heads.

"Our belongings are still buried down there; we want to look for them first."

"Yes! Zhao Lao Er, we're so grateful to have you all with us tonight. What are you looking for? I'll go with you to find it!"

Several kind-hearted men and women immediately stepped forward to offer their help.

Ning's mother shook her head and refused them outright. She then led Ning's father to the spot where the mudslide had just washed away, using the dim light as a guide.

With no one around, Ning's mother took out an umbrella from her spatial storage, which Ning's father opened. She then took out a torch and lit it.

Only then can you see your surroundings clearly.

After seeing it clearly, Ning's mother and father both looked rather unwell.

Following the path of the mudslide, below lies—a flood!

The floodwaters had risen to the entrance of the mountain road they had just entered, estimated to be two or three meters high!

There were mudslides above and floods below; no matter which way we went, it was extremely dangerous.

Ningning and Xiaoqi are probably in grave danger.

Seeing the raging floodwaters, Ning's parents could no longer hold back their tears.

"Ningning... Xiaoqi..." Ning's mother cried, "You'll all be alright, right!"

Ning's father, who was usually the most talkative, knelt silently by the flood, tears streaming down his face.

The two cried for a while, then walked along the water's edge for a while. As the water level rose higher and higher, they had to leave and head up the mountain.

Fearing that the villagers would see the torchlight, Ning's mother and her husband could only walk up the mountain in the dark, using the dim red light.

Fortunately, the group that got separated managed to reach the halfway point of the mountain due to the difficult mountain path.

The procession also had a fire, its flickering flames shining like guiding stars, particularly conspicuous in the pitch-black night.

Ning's parents followed the light and arrived at the group, where the villagers made a commotion.

"How did you get down the mountain? What's the situation down there?"

"Just now, Zhao Lao Er said he was going down the mountain to look for something..."

"Tie Niu, did you find your things?"

"Quickly, Zhao Lao Er is back! Bring his mule and horse over!"

After a brief commotion, Ning's father explained the situation: the water had already flooded the intersection where they had come from, and the water level was still rising.

Then he looked toward the path the villagers had cleared for them—in the direction of their own carts.

Granny Qian was gripping the handlebars tightly, looking like she wouldn't let go.

Standing next to her were several other members of the Zhao family.

"Granny Qian, Zhao Lao Er is back. Shouldn't they have returned the carriage by now?"

Someone kindly urged them to hurry.

But this wasn't the kind of kindness Granny Qian wanted. She tightened her grip on the handlebars. "What do you mean, 'don't return it'? I've taken this bike, so it's mine!"

Someone whispered to Ning's mother and the others, "After your horse and mule got frightened, they ran quite a distance up the mountain. Luckily, the villagers saw them and brought them back."

"You two were looking for something in the back and didn't come up. We told you to come back later, but we didn't expect your mother... that old woman Qian, to stand in front of the car and refuse to move, saying that you're dead and your car should be hers."

Before Ning's parents came up, Granny Qian was arguing with the villagers!

When a father dies, his possessions are inherited by his son. When a son dies, his possessions are left to his father—isn't that perfectly normal?

Unexpectedly, the second son was incredibly lucky; he managed to escape even though he was buried in the mud.

But now that she's got the car, she's not going to give it back!

When Granny Qian set off with the village group, she glanced at Zhao Lao Er's cart and saw that a large piece of tarpaulin was tied to the back of the cart, which was bulging with dry firewood.

Even the horses and mules are covered with oilcloth! That oilcloth is so nice, I'll tear it off and wear it myself later, then I won't get wet in the rain anymore.

Granny Qian had a well-thought-out plan; she even knew how to divide the oilcloth later.

Ning's father walked forward along the path cleared by the villagers and said, "Give the car back to us."

"We've already taken over this car, what's wrong with letting us use it for a bit!" Granny Qian persisted, "You're my own flesh and blood, I carried you for ten months and gave birth to you!"

Granny Qian started using moral blackmail again.

She doesn't even think about how she usually treats Zhao Lao Er's family, and how she has tried to harm Ning Ning time and time again!