I rely on the system to support my eighteen brothers and sisters

In addition to their parents, many dead refugees were buried on this wasteland, but at this moment no graves could be seen, only a wasteland.

Perhaps the heavy rains over the past few days have dispersed the graves, or perhaps...

Qiao Linxi didn't dare to think further. She really didn't want to think of people as such beasts.

"How come there's nothing here?"

Qiao Linxi was in a panic at the time and couldn't remember the exact location. If only the grave was washed away, then he could find the body by finding that location.

As a last resort, Qiao Linxi had to ask the system if it could give her an exact location.

The system was quite powerful. It extracted Qiao Linxi's previous memories and told her the exact location.

The guards also went to Luoyue Village to borrow a few hoes, and after asking about Qiao Linxi's location, they started digging.

"Sister, are you sure that my parents are buried here?"

Qiao Linqin looked at Qiao Linxi with some confusion. She herself really couldn't remember the exact location clearly. The scene was chaotic at the time and she really couldn't remember where her parents were buried.

This is another wasteland with nothing here. How did Qiao Linxi determine that this location is accurate?

"It should be correct. Let's dig it up and see."

Before Qiao Wan'er could refute Qiao Linxi's uncertain words, she heard the guard exclaim.

"Dig it."

Qiao Linxi hurriedly took several of his brothers and sisters forward to identify the body, but the body had already rotted away, leaving only bones.

After carefully examining the clothes, I found that they were all patched with coarse cloth. They should be the remains of Qiao Linqin's parents.

"My son..."

Old Mrs. Qiao suddenly howled, which startled Qiao Linxi. This old lady has always been very stable. She didn't get so emotional when she learned that Qiao Linqin's parents were dead. What happened?

"This... this is the remains of my son."

Old Mrs. Qiao pointed at the corpse in the pit with shaking fingers: "This red string is the relic I asked for when he was 18 years old in the temple."

The body was rotten, but the clothes were still intact. There was a very conspicuous red rope with a bead on it on the white bones.

"Be careful, don't mess up my son's body."

Old Mrs. Qiao's eyes were red, and she wanted to touch the bones in the pit, but she didn't dare to do it.

The guards carefully carried Qiao Zijin's body out of the pit and placed it on flat ground.

Seeing their father turned into a skeleton, the children felt sad to some extent, but several months had passed and the grief in their hearts had faded a lot, so they did not cry in the end.

Old Mrs. Qiao sighed, "Go borrow a coffin to bury them. Fallen leaves always return to their roots. Take your mother back to the capital and bury her in our Qiao family's ancestral tomb."

How could you borrow a coffin? It was hard to buy one. In a remote place like Luoyue Village, if someone died, they would just wrap the body in a straw mat and bury it in a pit.

So the guards who escorted them to Luoyue Village returned empty-handed, with only an ox pulling a cart with a few wooden boards on it.

Helpless, the guards could only place the bodies of the Qiao couple on a cart and nail a simple coffin with wooden boards to cover the two bodies.

It has been confirmed that the father of Qiao Linqin and his friends is Qiao Zijin, the son of Old Lady Qiao. Looking at the five children, Old Lady Qiao made a decision, which was to go to Qiaojiazhuang to take a look.

Go see where her son lived.

It is neither far nor near from Luoyue Village to Qiaojiazhuang. It takes an afternoon to get there. The houses in Qiaojiazhuang can only be seen at sunset.

"Yeah, we're home."

As soon as Qiao Linshu saw the village, he ran forward happily. No matter how good life outside is, it is not as comfortable as being at home.

Although Qiao Linxi's mansion is large, it is not as comfortable as the thatched cottage at home. This is because after seeing the prosperity of the world, one still feels that the hometown is the most nostalgic.

Looking at the thatched houses that were getting lower and lower, Old Mrs. Qiao felt more and more upset. Her son was also a rich man, but he had lived in such a shabby little village for so many years.

Is the life of a farmer so good? He was willing to give up the rich life at home and stay here.

The guards led the cows, Hongyu supported Old Lady Qiao, and the group of people walked in the village, attracting many people to stick their heads out of their houses to watch.

"Hey, Xixi, you guys are back too?"

"Yeah. Aunt Zhang, are you cooking?"

"Hey, I haven't seen you for a few months. Xixi has grown so big. At first glance, I thought it was Lin Xi's mother."

Passing through the village where smoke was curling up from chimneys, Old Mrs. Qiao saw a row of four adjacent courtyards. Before she could ask, she saw Qiao Linshu had already stopped there.

These four courtyards belong to Qiao Zijin and his four brothers.

After entering the yard, Old Mrs. Qiao looked around this simple courtyard. For some reason, her heart suddenly calmed down.

Perhaps, she understood her son a little.

The evening sun is particularly beautiful, standing on the roof like a large orange-red disc, turning the thatched roof orange-red.

In the distance, white smoke from cooking rises up, covering the orange-red sun with a layer of gauze. The scene is so beautiful. Mrs. Qiao has never seen such a beautiful sunset.

The door of the main house was locked. Qiao Linxi reached into the window and quickly took out a key and opened the door of the main house.

At that time, the two adults were discussing that they would come back to plant crops after the famine was over. If they took the key with them, they might lose it.

But they never expected that Luoyue Village would become their final destination.

"Grandma, please sit down for a while. Let's go see if there is anything to eat."

Old Lady Qiao and Qiao Linxi hated each other, but she couldn't just leave Old Lady Qiao alone. How would other people see her? After all, she was also a good citizen.

Qiao Linshu went to the woodshed to get some firewood, and Qiao Linqin was in charge of making the fire. Qiao Linqi took Qiao Linhua with him, saying that they were going to the fields to see if there was anything to eat.

"Sister, I remember that my parents hid some rice and flour in the jar over there. Can you go and see if it's still there?"

The rice jar was covered with spider webs, and there was no rice at all. Qiao Linxi glanced at Qiao Linqin and the others, went back to her parents' room, climbed down from the foot of the bed, and brought out a black pottery jar.

There is rice everywhere here. The system told her that. Otherwise, how could she know something that Qiao Linqin didn't know?

"Xixi?"

Just as Qiao Linxi was about to carry the pottery jar to the well in the yard to see if there was any water, she saw a man wearing blue patched clothes and carrying a small basket in his hand walking in.

"Xixi, it really is you guys."

Qiao Linxi put down the pottery jar and greeted the woman, "Grandma Wei."

"Hey, I thought you guys weren't coming back."

The woman handed the basket to Qiao Linxi: "I grew these sweet potatoes myself. Try them and see how they taste."

"Wei Cailan..." a surprised cry.