Chapter 125: Many Skeletons in Xuanyuan Tomb
Falling to the ground, he saw an ordinary town, but the scene before him was completely different from the bustling places like Songjia Village or Ma’s Mansion, desolate and in ruins.
"Under the emperor’s seat in Zhaoge, it should be wealthier than other places."
As Nezha walked in, he immediately saw a family of five, looking like a family unit, with everything they owned packed onto a cart, tied with hemp rope, being pulled by the robust young man of the family as they headed out.
Nezha approached them and asked, "Big brother, are you moving?"
The whole family looked up at him, their faces thin and gaunt, shrouded with grief. The young man sighed, nodded, and seemed unwilling to say a word.
Seeing this, Nezha felt there must be a reason for their sorrow.
During his time in Zhaoge, he had noticed that the people’s attachment to their homeland was much stronger here than elsewhere, and they wouldn’t easily leave, let alone relocate their entire family.
"Is there a reason for your hardship?"
The young man turned his head away, while the old man helping to push the cart patted the head of his grandson, who was still unaware of the situation and playing with a toy, sighed, and said, "Young man, you must be from elsewhere; you don’t know that in our area, those who had the ability have already left. In such a large town, only a few dozen households remain, all of them too old, weak, or sick to go elsewhere without starving, so they’re still here for now."
Upon hearing this, Nezha frowned slightly and asked, "What’s the matter with this?"