Old Gu Zi squatted by the field, staring blankly at it. He slowly raised his head and looked at the figure in front of him.
"Ming… You're back?"
Jiang Ming looked at the dejected old man and had already guessed what had happened. He sighed and did not say much. Sitting side by side with Old Gu Zi on the ridge of the field, he took out two wine gourds and handed one to Old Gu Zi.
The two of them drank until the sun was setting. Old Gu Zi also told him what had happened during this period of time, and it was almost the same as what Jiang Ming had guessed.
Before the chaos, many spirit farmers had fled with their valuables. Old Gu Zi also wanted to leave and escape to a mortal city. However, his son was unwilling to leave. He wanted to take this opportunity to take a gamble. Even after he died a tragic death, Old Gu Zi bought a courtyard in his memory.