Farming by blowing the lamp: the little girl of the fool's family

Chapter 235 The Days of Walking with Refugees (Gageng)
After going on the road with this group of refugees, because of the protection and guidance of the old man, there was no danger along the way, but the further north we went, the deeper the snow on the ground became.

Yang Jiayin struggled to get a foot out of the knee-deep snow, glanced enviously at the old man leading the way, and asked breathlessly, "Master Zhou, the snow is so deep, how can I look at you?" Walking seems to be extremely easy?"

Uncle Zhou looked back at her, smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and pulled her out of the snow.

Then he replied, "After decades of traveling on this road, you have only practiced this kind of kung fu. Why are you afraid of snow?"

As he said that, Uncle Zhou greeted the dozens of refugees behind him loudly, "You guys, don't get lost, you must follow in my footsteps, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous!"

The snow in this snow field is so deep, looking around, the vast expanse of white snow makes it impossible to see the road under your feet clearly.

If you step on it with one foot, it will be bad if you step on the swamp before the snow falls, or some cracks in the ground.

Everyone hurriedly nodded and agreed, and also followed behind him with difficulty, moving forward slowly.

Because the snow was too deep until it was dark, everyone looked back and saw that they had only walked a few hundred meters, but they were exhausted and lay powerless in the snow, waiting for Uncle Zhou to find a place to rest. Continue on your way.

Under such circumstances, I am afraid that Uncle Zhou would not dare to travel at night.

From the conversations with the refugees around her, Yang Jiayin learned that the dry food distributed by the government was not enough for them to eat. In the past few days, everyone just passed by with their mouths, and there was no way to fill their stomachs.

Seeing a child beside him lying powerlessly in the snow, Yang Jiayin felt sour.

There wasn't much in her bag, except for the most dry food, stuffed with a bulging bag of pancakes.

Since the pancakes were wrapped in an old dress, it was hard to tell that the bag was full of pancakes.

She ate pancakes cautiously along the way, for fear that she would have finished eating the dry food before arriving at Yongquan Village, and she would be hungry during the journey.

But looking at these people right now is really pitiful, and yesterday they took the initiative to invite her to go on the road together, fearing that she, a girl, would encounter any danger again, it would be bad.

If others are kind, she will naturally have to reciprocate.

In line with the fact that she is now a companion of "sickness and sympathy", Yang Jiayin really couldn't bear it, so she took out a few pancakes from her bag and handed them to the people around her, "I don't have much dry food, and everyone should share these steamed buns. Eat a little bit to pad your stomach."

Seeing the white flour pancakes, the eyes of the refugees almost lit up.

He didn't bother to thank him, he quickly snatched the pancake from Yang Jiayin's hand, and shared it with the people around him.

Seeing this, Yang Jiayin felt even more sour.

Seeing many people staring at her baggage with bright eyes, she carefully pressed the baggage into her arms, and smiled awkwardly, "It's gone, now I'm gone too."

It wasn't that she was reluctant to leave a few pancakes in her bag, but that she had managed to "extort" the money from the fat cook. She still kept it well, and this was her last entanglement.

If she lost all her money, how could she reach Yongquan Village?

Hearing her words, the refugees withdrew their eyes in disappointment, and put their eyes back on the pancakes in their hands.

Yang Jiayin sighed indistinctly, feeling an inexplicable sense of nervousness in her heart.

(End of this chapter)