Chapter 42: Chapter 42 People Are Fine

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“Huh, Qiangwa, what’s up, any problems?” Tang Zhinian picked up another piece of wood, pondering whether it could be made into another small stool.

“Ah…” Qiangwa suddenly jumped up, slapping his own kneecap.

“Zhinian, hurry and check it out, the dung pit at the village entrance collapsed.”

“Huh, collapsed?” Tang Zhinian was surprised, “How did it collapse all of a sudden?”

“Yes, it collapsed,” Qiangwa said with a choking voice, “Zhinian, hurry and check it out, I heard your brother Zhijun was shoveling dung earlier on!”

Boom! Tang Zhinian felt his head explode. He threw down the wood in his hand and ran off, almost tumbling forward.

“Zhijun, Zhijun….”

He called out while running, not knowing how his legs were carrying him forward.

When he arrived, there was a stink all around. The air seemed completely permeated with the smell, fermenting and filling every corner. The dung heap had truly collapsed and was big enough to bury several people.

“Zhijun…” He wanted to rush in, his eyes turning red with urgency.

But the people around him stopped him, not allowing him to go in. People were still digging, all with grave faces. Feeling weak at his knees, Tang Zhinian broke into loud sobs.

The two brothers depended on each other for survival. After their parents passed away, Zhijun was like a son to him. How their life had been, outsiders wouldn’t understand, but they knew it implicitly.

Their life had been hard. The two of them made it to adulthood, started their own families, and were just in their twenties. Now, to suddenly lose one another, how heartbreaking would that be!

“Brother,” suddenly, it sounded as though someone was calling him.

Tang Zhinian squinted his eyes and almost popped his eyes out when he saw who was standing in front of him.

“Zhijun?”

“Brother, it’s me,” Tang Zhijun, holding Tang Yuxin’s hand, also had teary eyes. Who said men couldn’t cry? They, the men in the village, had all cried before. Their tears were not out of pain but gratitude; grateful that they could continue to live, to be with their family, to take care of their loved ones.

Tang Zhinian quickly wiped away his tears and got up from the ground. He ran the few steps to his brother, touching his arm and then his head.

“Zhijun, you’re okay, right?”

“I’m fine,” Tang Zhijun broke into a smile and picked up Tang Yuxin. “This time, we owe it to our Yuxin. She saved my life. If she hadn’t come to find me, I might have been buried there.”

Thinking of the scene, even now cold sweat was breaking out all over his body.

Even one minute would’ve been too late. Yes, even if it had been a minute later. If Yuxin hadn’t come running, the outcome, well, he would have been buried in the dung heap, and the result would have been death.

Tang Zhinian hugged his daughter so tightly he was hurting Tang Yuxin. But Tang Yuxin still acted innocent although her tightly clenched fist was soaked with cold sweat.

Once they were back home, Tang Zhinian started lecturing his brother.