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Thankfully, this time, our own family's newly sprouted rice was spared, while others weren't so fortunate.
The second and third Gu sons quickly helped Gu Feng up from the paddy field and said, "Dad, don't worry. Look, the villagers have gone to put out the fire. Youyou is lucky; nothing will happen to her."
The second Gu son also added, "Yes, Dad, Youyou almost died ten years ago but she didn't, did she? She has a strong fate and won't come to harm. You can't afford to take a fall at your age. Just sit here and wait; the third and I promise to bring Youyou back safely."
Upon hearing this, Gu Feng nodded helplessly.
He was old and his eyes weren't as sharp as they used to be; he could only see the fierce fire burning in the direction of the Jin Zijin's house, under the billowing smoke, numerous figures were busily moving about.
Bucket after bucket of water was hauled up, and the fire seemed to finally be coming under control.
