With Hua Jin taking the lead, Xiaosi followed his sister closely, unwilling to be criticized by her again; he did whatever his sister did.
Even the old Hua joined in, putting an end to his lamenting.
The bricks in the house had cost quite a bit of Silver when they were bought originally, and they shouldn't be wasted.
Before long, the three of them, grandfather and grandchildren, cleaned up quite a few stones and bricks from the buried mud.
Speaking of which, one couldn't help but mention the foresight of old Hua, who had everyone bring their own hoes or shovels down the mountain.
Digging with hands alone, one could dig until their skin was rubbed raw and still find nothing.
This scene was the same for all the young men coming down the mountain; nearly everyone was digging, digging in their own family plots, not to find usable items, but to unearth their homes.
