Li Yu looked at the dilapidated Clearwater Town and said to Zhou Jia, "I wonder how many people are still in the village. Are the people who stayed behind okay?"
Zhou Jia held Li Yu's hand and got into the cart. "Let's go! We'll know when we go back. Sigh! We have to find time to deal with the property and land here."
When they arrived at West Mountain Village, everyone saw that the rice fields along the way had already been harvested. Ruyi pointed at the Zhou family's fields and shouted, "Young Master, our fields have also been planted with grains. I wonder who planted them."
Zhou Jia nodded. "It might be a tenant who fled back to the village. Let's go back to the village and ask."
When they reached the entrance of the village, they saw the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village. It had returned to its former lush state. There was no longer an old man sitting under the banyan tree and chatting.
