Chapter 971: Her food was stolen

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"Jin Gen is from the village. What is his temperament? People in the village are still unaware. This is how the dog can't change the feces. Once he didn't succeed, this time he was beaten like this again, can he be reconciled?"
"I can catch him once, and I can see him twice," Yan Huan was not afraid of any gold roots. She was still at ease with her skill. One gold root, she was more than enough to deal with.
When it was time for Changsheng to say anything, Yan Huan interrupted him. Thank you, I'm going back.
After she finished speaking, she limped on one leg and walked forward step by step. Although the person was thin, the back was very straight, so that even if the wind and rain were to blow, it would be impossible to see her bend. Lower your waist and succumb to fate or life.
Life is like walking in thorns, not just bending.
Why didn't I say it, Changsheng really wanted to slap himself to see his stupid mouth, in fact, he just wanted to say, let Yan Huan go to live at his house, he already packed up the empty house, the fire inside It was also burnt, as long as she passed, she could live at any time, there were food and drink at home, it was impossible to make her hungry.
However, he didn't say it.
Yan Huan returned to the place where she lived. She walked in, closed the door, and put the rope aside. This was the edge of the stove. The stove was already extinguished. She sighed and brought it in. Firewood, ignite the stove, and put the pot on it. There are some millet porridge left over from the pot. Today is enough for one day. She doesn’t have a big taste. Just eat something. Well, when she finished her meal, she rested for a while, then took the rope and went to the mountain to collect firewood. There was more and more firewood in the house, which also blocked the wind from the window. It was at night. It's not so hard, it may be because it is no longer snowing.
But it is because it is not snowing, so the weather seems to be even colder. In terms of Huan, it really feels that the days now are getting more and more sad. The cold, even the blood in her whole body is frozen. Some of the things in the room are similar to those outside. Within a few minutes, the memory is frozen into ice cubes, and now it is not frozen into bricks, so she is only a big living person.
She curled up, her hands and feet, and her face were frozen. She developed frostbite, her hands were swollen into radishes, and her feet were the same. Sometimes it seemed that when she walked, her feet felt even No more.
It’s too cold, it’s really too cold, now she’s only watching this stove day and night, so that she won’t let herself freeze to death. After the icing, she went to collect firewood again. No matter what, she should always be able to spend the winter in peace.
After a few days, it wasn’t too cold anymore, but it was still cold for Yan Huan, but compared with the days when it was snowing, the temperature could rise to at least about 5 or 6 degrees, at least It is possible to go out.
She didn't dare to idle, she was afraid that the idle time would be too long, so she gave her hope of life to nothing. She tightened her clothes and faced the biting cold wind. Then I walked forward, the snow had almost melted, and occasionally there was some snow, but it was no longer as difficult as a deep foot and a foot when the snow was flying a few days ago. It's a lot easier to get off the road.
Except, it's really cold.
However, walking colder is better than staying motionless. She thinks that she has been alive in such a cold winter, and she has not even been sick. I don’t know whether it is because she has been collecting firewood. s reason.
Her body has adapted to the cold air now, and she has adapted herself, and what she has to do now is to live hard, no matter how difficult it is, to live, to go home alive, to see her alive Lu Yi and her three children.
She picked up a bundle of firewood again, and the back was heavy. The firewood almost bent her back. She walked step by step without stopping. It is possible to stop and she can't move anymore, so she keeps walking and going back to where she lives.
She told herself that when she arrived, yes, she would arrive soon, as soon as she arrived at home, she could rest, and her stomach also gurgled, she was a little hungry, and it was just time to go home. Oh, cook some porridge, and now I can eat it and eat another meal at night.
Finally, she went to the place, put down the firewood on her back, and then patted her shoulder gently, walked to the edge of the stove, and first looked at the fire.
Fortunately, the fire is still on. She added some firewood to the fire, and then put the pot on it. There is still some water in the pot, all of which is the water of a river here, and the people in the village are all Eating the water in this river, the river water is unpolluted and very clean, and their laundry and other water are all in the lower reaches of the river, and the upper reaches of the river are used for eating.
After the water boiled, she went to get her rice jar.
However, when she reached the place where the rice jar was placed, the whole person was stunned there.
Her rice jar seems to be gone.
She didn’t believe in removing the other things. She always put rice jars here, but her rice, where did her rice go, she looked for a long time, almost all I have searched for such a large square, but I still haven't found her rice jar. Where is all her food? This is all about her. She can be cold, poor, or worn. But She can be ridiculed by being scolded, and she can even have no dignity, but she can't have no food. If there is no food, then how can she survive.
She glanced around, and there was a lot of firewood on the window sill, which she picked up from the mountain one by one in these days.
There is also a crumbling door that can fall at any time.
She took the pot off the stove and poured herself a cup of hot water. She shivered her cold, swollen hands, placed the bowl next to her mouth, and drank it bit by bit.
But her tears fell one by one.
On this day, she just drank water, but had not eaten anything.
The next day, she was still the same. She had nothing to eat. She only had water to drink and drank water from her stomach. But she was still hungry and panicked. She all felt that she was about to starve to death.
She didn't go out to find firewood, she had no energy, she couldn't even go the way.