Human resilience is unpredictable in its extent. Even though deeply saddened, it doesn't diminish the confidence to rebuild after sorrow. Before long, the few who survived and returned to Qin Village began to sift through the mud at their homes.
Indeed, they unearthed many items. Although most were damaged, some could still be used when pieced together, and those that couldn't were at least good for firewood.
"Father, Mother, look," Qin Ming said as he held up a chipped bowl for Li Shi and Qin Dagen to see, a hint of joy finally appearing in his eyes.
"That's great, wonderful, keep going; there might be more underneath..." Li Shi's eyes lit up as she encouraged her son.
They had realized the flood was coming too late, leaving in haste with only essential grains and not much else. Even tableware was taken only in limited quantities. If they weren't washed away, there should still be some buried under the silt.
As more usable items emerged, Li Shi's heart lightened a bit.
