The village head took a deep breath and said, "Let everyone go to the square in Xialing Village. They salvaged a lot of their stuff, and now they've set up tents in the square. If everyone goes there, they can at least avoid the rain."
"Alright, it would be good for everyone to move there. I will check on them."
The village head sighed and began organizing everyone to head towards Xialing Village.
The distance between the two villages was not far, about 500 meters.
However, today, this 500-meter distance made a world of difference.
Shang Ling Village was gone, buried under the mudslide.
As for Xialing Village below them, although a few houses were washed away, the other families didn't suffer any losses.
Seeing the crying villagers of Shang Ling Village soaked to the bone by the rain, the people in Xialing Village empathized with their situation.