Upon hearing Mr. Lu's words, Feng Qingxue felt relieved.
Guan Cheng jumped in joy and Guan Yu, whose red-toasted cheeks had turned pale, also cracked a faint smile.
"I'm going back tomorrow to bring over Jiang He and others!" Having stayed in the Guandi Temple, he had been out of touch with his good friends. However, living in the air-raid shelter on the West Mountain was a different story as it was close by and convenient for mutual support.
Mr. Lu said, "What's the rush? Tomorrow, Tianjun won't have to go to school. You brothers can first go and clean up the air-raid shelter. Tianjun knows where the air-raid shelter is. You can get familiar with the route. Then gather some hay and dried vine to bring there, let it pile up and be thick enough. We have an old mattress at home; you can take it there in preparation for the kids, so they won't have to sleep on the floor. It's colder in the mountains. What if they freeze? That's one thing we should be mindful of."