Jane Sampson was even more surprised to find that even Elizabeth King, who had originally said she wouldnât come and would stay in her room to sleep, had already arrived.
"Hey, Elizabeth King, didnât you say yesterday you were too lazy to come?" Jane Sampson walked over with a smile and greeted Elizabeth King, "When I left the house, I saw your door was closed, I thought you were still sleeping, so I didnât call for you. By the way, when did you come back last night? I slept so deeply, I didnât even realize when you returned."
"I..." Elizabeth King stammered, not quite sure how to respond.
It was Emma Chip who spoke up for Elizabeth King, explaining, "She came to my room yesterday along with my assistant. We were playing landlord and needed another person, so we pulled her in. Seeing that she took nice photos with her mobile phone, we decided to invite her to come here this morning to take a look and help me take some photos."
After saying this, Emma Chip looked at Jane Sampson and asked with a smile, "You donât mind, do you?"
"Not at all." Jane Sampson shook her head and then didnât talk much with Emma Chip; hearing Shirley Young asking the earthen forts receptionist about the fortâs historical story, she turned her head and walked over there, then started listening very earnestly.
Even if Emma Chip wanted to say something more, Jane Sampson had already walked away; she obviously didnât mind; if Emma Chip continued talking, it would just seem too forced.
At first, Jane Sampson was just trying to avoid awkwardness by busying herself with other things, but as she listened, she actually became quite fascinated by the history of the earthen forts. Both forts had historical sources and related stories, making them quite interesting to hear.
"This earthen fort has also led many heroes to remain in our village forever. Behind that fort, thereâs a mountain with a Heroes and Martyrs Monument, and the martyrs buried in Martyrsâ Park are those who fell in these battles. This Martyrsâ Park is even larger than the ones in the county townâs city parks. Every Tomb Sweeping Day and Hungry Ghost Festival, our villagers, as long as they are at home, will go to Martyrsâ Park to pay their respects, leaving offerings."
"Your villagers are really good!" Jane Sampson genuinely praised.
"Itâs what we should do; itâs been a habit passed down through generations. Our village survived because it was protected by these heroes," the guide said with an embarrassed smile. "These heroes deserve our eternal memory and respect."
"Yes." Shirley Young nodded in agreement, "Itâs the sacrifice of these heroes that has created the peace we have today."
Although she wasnât very familiar with Minister Carter, it didnât stop Shirley Young from respecting his occupation.
Families with defenders understand this admiration for heroes even better, comprehending what exactly these heroes had sacrificed.
Indeed, it was not only their lives but also their youth.
Since the start filming ceremony time had been set, everyone took a couple of rounds inside the earthen forts and then left.
Going downhill, Elizabeth King still walked with Emma Chip and her assistant, chatting and laughing a few meters ahead of Jane Sampson.
Jane Sampson smiled all the way and did not let her emotions show.
She had always been good at disguising all her feelings; otherwise, she wouldnât have been able to keep up the act for years in front of someone like James Black without him detecting anything.
As she walked, Jane played with her mobile phone and after some thought, finally opened Rock Bellâs WhatsApp and sent out a message.