Time Travel: A Fisherwoman Goes to the Sea to Raise a Baby

Chapter 554 Ancestral Hall

The group then changed course and prepared to return to the island.

At the dock, her small boat was moored off-center, so it wasn't burned.

Xu Yiyi dragged Sihai onto the boat and glanced back at Sanchuan.

"Big sister, I can get on the boat by myself."

The child was on high alert and jumped onto the boat before he could finish speaking.

Xu Yiyi let out a soft laugh.

She rowed her small boat, taking her three children to the island.

As the boat approached the river mouth, a shout came from the bank: "Stop the boat! Who goes there!"

Xu Yiyi stopped paddling and looked up.

A tall, thin young man stood under the shade of a tree on the shore, holding a harpoon in his hand, his face full of vigilance.

After recognizing Xu Yiyi's face, he paused for a moment, then put away the harpoon and breathed a sigh of relief: "Sister Yiyi!"

Sanchuan and Sihai joined in, shouting, "Brother Aquan!"

Gouyuan poked his head out, "Ah..."

The ship was allowed to proceed.

As the small boat approached the shore, A-Quan strode over, grabbed the rope at the bow, and pulled the boat closer, securing it firmly to the stone post.

Xu Yi jumped ashore, and Si Hai readily opened his arms for A Quan to lift him up, with San Chuan following behind.

A-Quan gestured towards her village with her lip, her voice a little hoarse: "Sister Yi-Yi, go back and check if anything is missing from the house."

He paused, his Adam's apple bobbing, "Last night those thieves came to the island and robbed many families. My third uncle's family had saved up copper coins for his dowry, and they were all taken. And..." He raised his hand and pointed to the depths of the island, "...several houses were burned down over there, and the tiles collapsed."

Xu Yi nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

She turned around and led the children toward her home.

"Big sister, have these pirates landed on the island too?"

Sihai had a stern, chubby face, looking quite unhappy.

“Our island is too close to the town, how could the pirates possibly let it go?” Sanchuan sighed.

On the way home, the crying continued.

The sounds came from the east and the west, some were wailing in a low voice, some were sobbing quietly, and some were children crying loudly in fear.

Some people left their doors wide open, and Xu Yiyi glimpsed that tables and chairs were overturned, cabinet doors were wide open, and clothes and bedding were scattered all over the floor.

Someone squatted by the threshold, guarding a few broken pieces of porcelain on the ground, motionless.

The further up the slope you go, the fewer voices you hear.

Their home is located high up on a hill, far from the coast and rivers.

Last night, the pirates sneaked ashore, but only looted and burned a few rows of houses near the water, without venturing deeper into the area.

The doors to the house were still closed, the doors were intact, and the windows were not broken.

She pushed open the door; the room was quiet, and everything was in its original place.

Everything is the same as when they left.

Sihai peeked into the door frame and whispered, "Big sister, no bad guys are coming into our house."

Xu Yiyi hummed in agreement and didn't say anything more.

Xu Anyang arrived just as Wu Yuan was put down.

"Sister Yi, why are you back so quickly?"

Xu Anyang jogged in and casually patted Sihai on the head.

"Come back when you're free."

As she spoke, she drew a bucket of water from the well.

After leaving the house, I walked towards the ancestral hall.

I could hear my great-uncle's voice from afar; it sounded tired, but it was still steady.

"Take a few men and go to the back of the mountain to check out a plot of land. It needs to be dry, sheltered from the wind, and close to a water source. Hurry up."

Pinghai Uncle responded, "Understood, Grandpa."

As you get closer, you see a mess in the open space in front of the ancestral hall.

The old man sat on a low bamboo chair that had been moved from someone's house. Seven or eight clansmen stood in front of him, some with their heads down and others with red eyes.

Pinghai Uncle squatted to one side, holding paper and pen in his hand, with a wooden board under his knees, writing something down.