Old man Hua nodded, feeling his son was thinking correctly. As he watched his increasingly mature son, he was genuinely gratified.
"You're right. We can't wait for the temperature to completely rise; by then, it will be too late to leave. The water is so deep now, and by the time it's passable, another month might have gone by. We don't have much time and can't waste it like this."
Old man Hua clearly remembered that his granddaughter's dream indicated only a few months of buffer time after the hardship of hunger and cold. It was called a buffer, but in reality, the disaster hadn't ended. In many places, plague was rampant, and finding a piece of clean land was really difficult.
Before they could fully recover, there was a great drought followed by extreme heat. Many were killed by the heat alone, with corpses lying everywhere, either dead from plague or from the high temperatures.
