Uncle Qin called over Zhou and others to move the dozen or so barrels of gasoline stockpiled in the factory out.
Li Yu and others also helped to load the gasoline onto the vehicles.
Thanks to everyone's efforts, all these items were quickly transported onto the vehicles.
In the end, Uncle Qin stood in front of the factory, gazing at it. There were many memories inside this factory, and now that they had to leave, there was a trace of reluctance in his heart.
It wasn't just him, Zhou and others standing beside him also looked at the factory.
Today, they were going to leave.
Before leaving, Uncle Qin filled in the earth above the head of A'Huang buried beneath the tree in the center of the factory.
He also piled up a small mound and wrote on it, "The Tomb of Qiao Sanhuang."
"A'Huang, we're leaving," Uncle Qin murmured.
Then he got in the vehicle.
The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's nearing dusk.
At dusk, the clouds on the horizon were tinged with a yellow halo.
