I inherited my husband's divine position

Chapter 243 Never Been So Warm

A similar situation like this in Yongmeng Township is still happening in various villages around Beiyuan City.

In a snow-covered mountain, several staggering old men walked slowly up the mountain.

At a glance, they are all neatly dressed, covering their thin bodies completely, but if you look closely, you will find that the clothes on them are not of good material, there are many traces of mending, thread ends and traces of rubbing and fading all indicate that the clothes are Over the years, in addition to being able to cover the body, the effect of heat preservation and wind resistance is not good.

Their expressions are numb and calm, and they are very clear about where their goals are.

Those who were physically weak inside couldn't walk first, and they were supported by their companions and continued to move forward. Even though their speed was slow, they never stopped.

There was a sound of footsteps coming from behind, but for these old people who had been walking for a while and their senses were frozen by the cold, they didn't notice it immediately.

Until the people behind finally caught up with them and shouted: "Grandpa! Grandpa!"

The old people looked back in a daze, and the man had already rushed in front of them, grabbed one of the wrists, and tightly held the old man's frozen hand in his young and warm palm.

"Grandpa!"

The skinny old man who was called grandpa by the young people trembled, "Xiangzi, what, why are you here?"

Xiangzi burst into tears, but he wiped them away before they fell, and said angrily: "If I don't come, I will never see grandpa again. I told you, I said I can afford it, and I can live it. Why don't you listen to me, grandpa?" !"

Grandpa didn't speak, and the eyes that were pressed down by thick folded eyelids showed the calmness of resignation to fate.

I can't afford it, I can't make it through.

These old people who have lived to this age can feel that there will be a cold snap this year.

When the time comes to freeze, the food at home, firewood and clothes to keep warm will definitely not be enough.

Their old bones need more calories.

Instead of wasting resources on their old bones, it is better to leave it to the children and give them more hope of living.

This is the usual practice of the elderly in the village when they encounter cold snaps.

There is a natural cave on their hill, which is hidden and will not be visited by wild animals. It is called the Long Sleeping Cave by the old people in the village.Every year, there are old people who feel that they can't make it through, they will go to the Changmian cave by themselves, and sleep quietly in the cave.

This time, Grandpa Xiangzi and other old people around went to Changmian Cave together.

They didn't wear any good clothes, just covering their bodies was enough, and everyone walked together peacefully and peacefully.Because they were accompanied on the way to their eternal sleep, and their eternal sleep also gave future generations the hope of Changchun.

"Xiangzi, don't be sad." Grandpa's hand was warmed by Xiangzi, and with the strength to move, he touched Xiangzi's head and said calmly, "Grandpa is old enough, enough is enough, you can leave at ease."

Xiangzi shook his head, "Grandpa, listen to me..."

Grandpa didn't listen, it was nothing more than that the child had to be strong, and his filial piety expressed that he could take care of him through the cold winter.

But this child has never seen the horror of a real cold snap since he grew up, which is not comparable to ordinary cold days in the north.

"Xiangzi, let's go back." Grandpa said, "We have to walk this road by ourselves, you can't take it off."

Letting a child send them on the road is not good for the child's psychology, and it is also not good for the old people who are self-consciously buried in the soil. It will arouse their intolerance and longing for their loved ones.

The other old people around had already moved again. Only one old man who was closest to Grandpa Xiangzi was waiting in place, planning to walk with Grandpa Xiangzi after he finished speaking.

"Grandpa, listen to what I have to say, and don't leave! The city sent people here. They are like gods. They brought supplies for the winter to every household. We will be fine this year. It will definitely be better!" Seeing this situation, Xiangzi couldn't care less about his emotions, and hurriedly finished speaking, barely panting.

These words made the other old people who had left stop, but they just stopped, and the numbness in their eyes did not change much.

Grandpa Xiangzi was also taken aback when he heard the words, then nodded, "Okay, okay, that's good, so we can rest assured."

Xiangzi's eyes widened, never expecting that his words not only failed to restore his grandfather's spirits, but made them run to death with more peace of mind.

At this moment, Xiangzi regretted why he went up the mountain alone to find his grandfather and the others without informing others, which made his words not worth enough.

"No, Grandpa, you didn't understand. It's not ordinary supplies. Those adults are... by the way, they are night travel envoys, envoys of gods, they can take things out of thin air, they are powerful, and they can dispel the cold. The things they gave Supplies are not ordinary disaster relief, not porridge and water, grandpa, we can all live, we can all live, this year not only young children, but also old people will definitely be able to live!"

Xiangzi spoke with incomparable fanaticism, and his eyes shone with scorching light.

In my memory, not long ago, those envoys who were dressed in black and hung red tassels on their waists, each of them looked like a teenager but had an extraordinary aura, and their gestures were like immortals.

He was so happy when he heard what they said, he hurried back to tell his grandfather who was bedridden recently, but he couldn't find him in the house.

Later, he looked through the house and found that there was a bun missing in the house. Grandpa's old clothes were actually thicker. These days, the blankets that had been covered with grandpa to keep him warm were left at home. Xiangzi thought of a possibility.

His brain exploded, and he rushed towards the direction of Changmian Cave without even thinking about it, and finally caught up with his grandpa and the others, but now the grandpa didn't believe what he said at all, looking at him with such kindness in his eyes, as if saying: I know your filial piety , For us to go back, even this kind of nonsense can be made up.

Xiangzi was so anxious that he wished he could carry his grandpa home on his back.

But what about other people?
Watching other familiar old people in the village die?
How about taking grandpa home first, and then calling for someone to come up and lead him?
The snowstorm is getting stronger.

Xiangzi knew he couldn't wait.

He felt sorry for other old people, but more importantly, his grandfather.

Just as Xiangzi was doing what he wanted, a voice came from ahead.

A group of people appeared in their field of vision.

"found it!"

"It's Xiangzi, this kid is really clever, faster than us."

"Grandpa, grandpa!"

"Grandma! You're home, you can go home."

The shouts of relatives reached the ears of the old people who were about to go to the scene.

The numb old people finally lost their composure.

The reason why they go up the mountain quietly is that they don't want to face the parting of their relatives, they don't want their relatives to be sad, and they don't want to hesitate in their own will.

"Put him on your back." The voice was calm and steady, and the young people in the village obeyed without hesitation.

The old people turned their eyes to the speaker, and then they were in a trance.

The young man in black and red ears is not amazing in appearance, but he feels like Mount Tai.

In the severe cold mountain, he was dressed lightly and had a tall and straight figure.

Facing these old people who would rather die than give the hope of life to their children, Ye Jing, the leader of the night tour team in charge of this village, smiled and said in a warm voice with respect to the elders: Those who return home, the cold night tour is about to come, it should be a happy day for the family."

Before the old people could react, they had already been carried on their backs by the young people in the village.

There are still some of them who don't want to go back to cause trouble to their families, or are lonely old people who have no family members and feel that it is meaningless to go back.

However, the lonely old man who felt meaningless was also carried by a village boy.

The old man was stunned, "You...you..."

The boy turned his head and said, "You don't know me, I remember you, you fed me a few bites."

The old man's lips trembled, but he actually remembered, he remembered.

At this time, an exclamation sounded.

The old man looked over.

Ye Jing took out the warm blankets and hand stoves from the Ruyi bag, and asked people to put them on for these frail old people who were suffering from the cold all the way.

Only this time did the old people understand what Xiangzi meant by the means of divine envoys and immortals.

Warmth came from the back, from the hands, from the young backs that were pressed against the chest, warmly wrapping the whole body of the old people who were about to die.

They were in a trance, as if they had never been so warm in this life.

(End of this chapter)