Traveling through the 1940s, the whole village was massacred at the beginning

Jiang Jiyun left the ancestral cemetery with a heavy heart. When she stepped into the house, her eyes were immediately attracted by the carefully renovated house.

She remembered that when she left, the house had been bombed and the roof was gone?

Just as she was looking around, the sound of light footsteps reached her ears.

She turned her head and saw Jiang Wensong walking towards her quickly. The guilt on his face made Jiang Jiyun feel uncomfortable.

"Uncle Song." Jiang Jiyun hurriedly called out.

Jiang Wensong looked guilty, and before Jiang Jiyun could say anything, he hurriedly said, "Xiaoyun, I'm really sorry! I was caught by those devils because I was incompetent. I really don't have the ability to save you and your mother!"

"Your father stepped forward to protect me from being captured, but he ended up being captured and forced to serve as a soldier. As for me, not only did I fail to take good care of you and your son, but I also... Alas!" At this point, he could not help but sigh, his regret evident in his words.

"After I finally found an opportunity to escape from the devils, I was so confused that I didn't even know where I was at first. Later, I tried to find a way back, but when I returned to the village, I found that you had already left."

"To be honest, I really wanted to go find you at all costs, but after thinking it over, I finally decided to stay here and wait for the opportunity." Jiang Wensong told Jiang Jiyun the whole story in an earnest manner.

Jiang Jiyun listened quietly, and the scene of that terrible night involuntarily emerged in his mind - his mother fell in a pool of blood, and he watched it all happen in horror.

The severe pain in her shoulder at that time was unforgettable to her. This was the shoulder that her mother protected with her own life.

However, despite her heart full of pain and hatred, Jiang Jiyun still suppressed his emotions and comforted her: "Uncle Song, this really cannot be blamed on you. If you want to blame someone, you can only blame those inhumane devils. They were the ones who killed my mother. I will get back this blood debt one day!"

"Xiao Yun, you are still young, just leave these things to us adults." Jiang Wensong decided to support Jiang Jiyun until Wenshan or Jiyuan came back.

"Uncle Song, did you help repair my house?" Jiang Jiyun asked with red eyes as he looked at the two repaired houses and changed the subject.

Jiang Wensong nodded heavily, a firm look on his face, and said slowly: "The reason why I chose to stay is exactly this reason! At that time, I was really worried that if there were no people in this village, wouldn't it be completely deserted over time? So, I decided to stay."

"Then I started to clean up our village. Fortunately, with the food and supplies you stored under the ancestral hall, my life was not too difficult. So I kept waiting, and finally your brother Ji Ze and the others came."

He paused, and then continued, "Since then, we have worked together to clean up the village and plant crops, hoping that you can return soon. At the end of last year, a lot of people came back all of a sudden!"

"We were so happy at that time that we were so excited that we couldn't sleep for several days. Especially when I learned that you two brothers and sisters and your sixth uncle were still alive, I was even more excited and hurried to work with them to repair your house. However, due to limited manpower, only two rooms have been repaired so far. But don't worry, as long as we keep working hard, it won't be long before the whole house is renovated!" Jiang Wensong promised.

Jiang Jiyun looked at the thatched house and said, "Uncle Song, we don't know when we can come back to live here."

"Are you still leaving?" Jiang Wensong frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing across his weather-beaten face, and he had obviously heard the deep meaning in her words.

Jiang Jiyun, who was standing aside, lowered his head silently, clenched the corners of his clothes tightly with both hands, pursed his lips, but never uttered a word.

At this time, Ma Chao took a step forward and broke the brief silence: "Uncle Song, don't worry, we will definitely send Xiaoyun to her destination safely."

Jiang Wensong did not respond to Ma Chao's words immediately, but instead glanced at the young men in front of him one by one.

They all had tall stature and resolute expressions, and from the calm temperament they exuded, it could be judged that these young men must have been on the battlefield.

Could it be that they really came here specifically to escort Xiaoyun? Jiang Wensong pondered in his heart.

At this moment, Jiang Jiyun, who had been silent, suddenly raised her head, her eyes full of worry, and she quickly changed the subject: "Uncle Song, we heard some news on the way back. It is said that there is a high possibility of severe drought and locust plague in Yu Province this year. If the situation is true, the consequences will be disastrous! Do we need to make more preparations? What if it really affects the village? Will anyone starve to death because we have not prepared for natural disasters in advance?"

Jiang Wensong nodded seriously and said, "Don't worry. We haven't sold the grain we planted in the second half of last year and this year. We have stored it in the cellar. It's enough for the people in our village to eat for several months."

Jiang Jiyun breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then I feel relieved."

"Then you guys should have a good rest first and come to your uncle's house for dinner later." Jiang Wensong still felt that he should go back and discuss it with Wentao and the others.

"Uncle Song, there's no need to bother you. We brought back some food. Let's have a good rest today." Jiang Jiyun refused to go to his house for dinner.

There are so many people like her and Ma Chao, they will eat everyone's house out of money no matter who they go to.

Jiang Wensong looked at the bags in Ma Chao's hands and didn't force them. He said, "Then I'll ask your sister Ji Mian to bring some vegetables over later."

"Okay, thank you Uncle Song." Jiang Jiyun nodded in agreement.

After everyone left, Jiang Jiyun slowly walked into the house.

She glanced at the brand new tables and chairs in the room, and an indescribable sense of loss surged in her heart.

This used to be where the original owner lived with her mother, but now there is no trace of their past existence.

Jiang Jiyun walked slowly to a small stool and sat down gently.

She seemed to have lost her soul, staring blankly ahead, her thoughts already drifting far away.

The photo that had just been placed in the cemetery kept appearing in her mind. It was a way of reuniting their family in disguise, although they were still missing their father who might have died.

And at this moment, she felt that she was getting closer and closer to completing the task completely.

As long as she can successfully find Jiang Wenshan or any news about him, then this mission can be said to have been successfully completed, and only then will she feel truly at ease when using this body.

However, when Jiang Jiyun thought about whether Jiang Wenshan was still alive, his mood became heavy again.

After all, she had never seen this man in person, there were no photos of him at home, and her knowledge of him was limited to some descriptions from her mother, brother, and villagers.

If one day they could really meet Jiang Wenshan in person, I'm afraid they would not be able to recognize each other at first glance.

This uncertainty made Jiang Jiyun feel a little confused and helpless, and he didn't know how to find that person next.

If he died, and now so many people across the country have died on the battlefield, where would she find Jiang Wenshan's body?