So, when the others heard Wang Yue shout, they hurriedly piled their luggage over themselves and lay down on the ground. They had barely hit the dirt when the raging sandstorm swept over them.
The sandstorm raged for nearly half an hour before finally passing. Wang Yue raised his head and glanced around. Once he was sure there was no danger, he sneaked a kiss on Shui Hua's cheek, then quickly got to his feet.
Seeing Wang Yue stand up, the others followed, brushing the clumps of dirt off themselves and grumbling as they continued on their way.
At first, nobody thought much of it. But when they reached Jintan Village, where they were to settle, they chatted with several families who had arrived earlier and learned that the first group had also encountered a sandstorm. Several people had been injured by flying rocks. Only then did they realize how remarkable Wang Yue was.
This was especially true of the few people from Yongquan Village. Remembering how Wang Yue had gone into the mountains alone and come out safely, they decided he must possess the great fortune spoken of in legends. They began looking at him differently.
Wang Yue didn't think much of it. After arriving, he had Li Shuihua prepare a meal, then took out a shovel and started digging into the south side of a mound.
Seeing Wang Yue dig, Li Dayou, the father of Li Shuiwang from the village, asked in confusion, "Yuewa, what are you doing? Aren't you tired?"
At his question, the others came over too, asking one after another.
Seeing that he had drawn everyone's attention, Wang Yue stopped shoveling and glanced around at them. Then he said earnestly, "It's windy and dusty here, so I'm planning to dig a cellar for us to