Bai Changfeng said helplessly, "Then let's go to Qijia Village and take a look first."
Qiu Tang agreed, leading them into Qijia Village.
Although there were some inhabitants in Qijia Village, those who stayed were only four or five elderly people. The surrounding fields were abandoned, and the nearby woods and weeds grew almost taller than an adult.
There was only a small path in the middle, probably trodden by people. It was narrow and could only accommodate one person walking through at a time.
Qiu Tang was quite familiar with the place, and he quickly led them to one of the elderly's homes in Qijia Village.
This elderly person's home was a solitary yard, but the yard was piled up with stones of various sizes, as if people in the past had built it by hand.
The old house was also built of yellow mud mixed with straw. Over the years, it had withstood wind and sun without collapsing, which was already a stroke of good luck amidst the misfortune.