"The younger generation will do a better job than us. We're old," an elder said. 'We might as well just let our decrepit bodies slowly rot away in the land where we've spent our whole lives,' they thought. 'At least that way, we can return to the earth.'
Mrs. Bai replied, "The younger generation also needs their elders for experience and guidance. Rest assured, our base doesn't harbor idlers. If you feel you can't handle the work and still want to leave the mountain, I'll send you back up."
The elders were swayed. Most of them had white hair and slightly stooped backs, but they still walked with vigor, their eyes bright. If it weren't for the apocalypse, they would still be excellent hands in the fields.
Bai Jiao drove everyone up the mountain. When the main gate opened, they were all stunned. The scene inside was one of peace and harmony, like a peach blossom fairyland.
