Before long, the nearby villagers were alerted.
They ran out from their homes, some wanted to fight the fire, but seeing how fierce it was, they had to retreat.
Villagers looked at the raging fire, worried:
"Is Auntie San at home?"
"I don't know, isn't she usually cooking at home around this time every day?"
"So pitiful, burned alive."
"How could a fire start just like that? It's so intense, did Auntie San have a moment of despair?"
"Hard to say, her only son is so sick, I heard he's close to death, maybe she was heartbroken... Ah, Auntie San is back, she's not inside!"
...
Zhao Guo and the others wanted to save the house, but it was too late, the fire was too fierce.
Moreover, the old house's roof beam was already on fire, if you rushed in at this time and the house collapsed, never mind saving it, people would be trapped and burned alive.
An old lady, looking about seventy, returned carrying a vegetable basket.
