Though she was the landowner, Qin Yining felt much more at ease upon seeing familiar faces that she’d once helped.

  “Benefactor, what makes you come here in person? The roads aren’t in good condition after the earth dragon turned over,” inquired Zhang Zhuangtou.

  “That’s right, Benefactor. The roads are dangerous, and did you know the earth dragon still isn’t quiet? There’s a shake every few days, whether big or small. Who knows just what’s going on here,” remarked née Ding, Zhang Zhuangtou’s wife.

  “Is everything alright on the farmstead? Has anyone been hurt?”


  “Ai, some families’ homes were destroyed and we have roughly a dozen casualties. A beam landed on one of the family’s granny. She died on the spot.”


  Qin Yining sighed. “Ai. Whether it be natural disaster or manmade, it’s always the people who suffer.”