"Being polite isn't necessary, but there are just two big pots of porridge, only enough for one bowl each,"
Lu Jing and the others nodded in agreement:
"Alright, thank you, auntie."
"No need to thank me; it's the least I can do."
At this moment, some of the people who had gone out to gather firewood returned, all with panicked expressions on their faces.
"Something's happened!"
Huh?
Everyone was startled by this statement.
"Gou Dan, what happened?"
"The village chief fell off the cliff; we tried to pull him but couldn't hold on."
What?
The village chief fell off the cliff?
Everyone was instantly stunned.
Immediately, they all started worrying:
"Then we must go search for him quickly!"
"We are, we're searching right now. We just came back to deliver the firewood and are leaving again soon."
"Then hurry!"
Some people quickly finished their porridge in two gulps:
"We're going too!"
"Exactly, the more people, the more help."
