Disaster Apocalypse: Farming, Family, and My Hidden Secret Space-Chapter 252. Get well-rested

Everyone looked at Luo Song with a face full of sympathy, especially Grandma Hua who already liked this young man. She pushed her eldest grandson aside and sat down in front of Luo Song.

"You must have suffered a lot on the journey, poor child. Don’t rush to leave. Granny will give you good nourishment these couple of days..."

"Yes, yes, auntie will cook lamb soup for you tomorrow to drive out the cold from your body," Qi Shi quickly followed.

The words "lamb meat" made Luo Song’s eyes flash slightly, but he kept a straight face, surprised that Grandpa Hua’s family still had lamb meat at this time.

"It’s wild mountain goat, your uncle hunted some days ago, there’s quite a lot left. You’re really lucky," Grandpa Hua seamlessly continued.

"By the way, why haven’t I seen Uncle Hua?" At first, Luo Song thought Uncle Hua was just out, but with the night so deep and him not having returned yet, it was evidently not as she thought, so she followed up on Grandpa Hua’s words.

"Your uncle went out to explore the mountain ranges like you did," Grandpa Hua chuckled softly.

Luo Song was a good person. Grandpa Hua also believed in his own judgment in people and didn’t intend to hide anything from him.

Not to mention Luo Song’s help to the Hua family and the whole Hua Village was not small.

"Uncle Hua is a restless person," Luo Song laughed, seemingly having thought of something.

"Indeed, as you said, one can’t just idly sit and eat and run out of resources. If people do not have a long-term plan, immediate problems arise. Your uncle is also anxious and wants to prepare more."

"Uncle Hua is a true man," Luo Song said, eyes full of admiration.

"You sure know how to talk. It’s a pity your uncle isn’t here; otherwise, he would definitely have a drink with you," Grandpa Hua laughed.

Luo Song wondered if he also thought of the scene of drinking and ended up laughing as well,

"Grandpa Hua, can we go back to the way things were before?" Staring at the wise elder before him, Luo Song couldn’t help but ask, as this was also what he was most worried about deep down.

"It’s difficult right now," Grandpa Hua shook his head.

Luo Song must know this point too, otherwise, he wouldn’t have insisted on finding them, mostly likely valuing Hua Village’s unity and strength in numbers.

Grandpa Hua pondered.

"As you said, the flood affected the city and surrounding states. It brought about a devastating impact, taking countless lives. Before people could catch their breath, extreme cold claimed even more lives. Those who survived are likely less than one in ten.

Those who survived either belong to powerful families, were extremely lucky, or were ruthless enough. The flood wiped out everything, including food and land. Without food, one can imagine how difficult the future will be. If the authorities are prepared, it’s good; otherwise, those who survived will use any means to continue surviving. Anyway, these coming years won’t be peaceful."

Grandpa Hua’s words came from the heart, wanting to prepare Luo Song mentally.

Luo Song’s face noticeably darkened at a visible rate. Grandpa Hua’s words matched what his grandfather had said, making the last bit of luck he had vanish.

...The days ahead might really be tough.

"Don’t put too much pressure on yourself. Isn’t there a saying, ’When the cart reaches the mountain, there must be a way’? We’re already much better off compared to many others." Perhaps seeing Luo Song’s grim face, Grandpa Hua added another gentle remark.

"Yes," Luo Song nodded, then hesitated while looking at Grandpa Hua, causing Grandpa Hua to raise an eyebrow.

"What is it?"

"Grandpa Hua, I’m not sure if I should say this or not."

If Hua Jin were present, he would likely scoff silently—since you don’t know, then don’t say it.

"Child, say whatever you have, with Grandpa Hua, you’re no different from my eldest grandson. Don’t have too many reservations."

"What I wanted to say is, if Grandpa Hua permits it, I would like to bring my grandfather to move here with you."

This was also his ultimate goal; Luo Song finally said it.

"Hey, I wondered what you were hesitating about, turns out it’s this. Why not? Grandpa Hua would be more than happy to welcome you."

The dozen or so men with Luo Song looked like they were skilled in martial arts. Having them would make Hua Village even safer.

Just...

"Thank you, Grandpa Hua." Grandpa Hua’s unhesitating voice made Luo Song’s face finally not look gloomy anymore. A smile spread across his face, his mood evidently improved.

"It’s just... would your grandfather be able to manage the journey in such cold weather?"

It wasn’t meant to discourage Luo Song, but as the boy said, they are separated by over a dozen mountains, not merely a dozen feet away. In such cold weather, even young and strong people can barely cope. Luo Song’s grandfather at his age might struggle to endure the journey.

This was Grandpa Hua’s concern.

"Thank you, Grandpa Hua for your concern. Grandfather indeed cannot endure the journey, so we’ll probably wait for some time until the weather warms up before moving over."

Grandpa Hua was too kind. He wasn’t quite sure how to speak about it, but unexpectedly Grandpa Hua took the lead.

"It should be that way, it’s better safe than sorry. At an old age, any mishaps can’t be afforded," Grandpa Hua nodded, then recalled the thought of possibly moving the entire Hua Village deep into the mountains soon, deciding to share it.

"Little Song, there’s something Grandpa Hua must tell you in advance. When the weather warms, we might move deeper into the mountains."

"Deep mountains?" Luo Song asked in surprise.

"Yes, your uncle has always been uneasy, worried about the future of the world... so he wants to find a safer place that we can cultivate. They were quite lucky and managed to find such a place. Over these months, they’ve tidied it up significant enough, just waiting for the weather to warm up so they can move us old and frail ones over."

"Child, think it through, once you move with us, it might be even harder to leave the mountains." Grandpa Hua had to remind Luo Song.

Luo Song smiled, having no immediate intention of leaving the mountain. Until the government’s order is restored, he feels that hiding in the mountain is much safer.

Though he hasn’t truly seen people starving to madness, he can imagine it.

Grandpa Hua really is amazing, always planning ahead. Even before the disaster, the preparations he made cannot be separated from Grandpa Hua’s reminders.

Grandpa Hua’s implied warnings weren’t understood at the time, but when the continuous heavy rain kept falling, an answer loomed in his mind, prompting him to make a decisive decision, which he was grateful for.

In an instant, Luo Song’s thoughts flew around, he looked earnestly at Grandpa Hua and said: "Wherever Grandpa Hua goes, I will bring grandfather along. Though I may not be the best, I have some manpower, not world-class, but adequate. If Uncle Hua needs more people, I can allocate them anytime."

Luo Song’s demeanor showed no reluctance, making Grandpa Hua laugh.

"Aren’t you afraid Grandpa Hua will lead you into the deep mountains to feed the beasts?"

"Not afraid, Grandpa Hua wouldn’t bear to." Luo Song chuckled, smiling intelligently.

"This child," Grandpa Hua was amused, pointing his finger at Luo Song.

After chatting for a while longer, noticing Luo Song’s fatigue, Grandpa Hua urged his eldest grandson to take Luo Song to rest.

Of course, Luo Song’s subordinates were also settled. Luckily the space outside was large enough, plus with plenty of timber in the cave, a dozen strong men soon constructed a simple large shared bed with wooden boards.

With the bedding they brought and Brother Hua carrying over six or seven thick quilts, it was more than sufficient for the night.

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