Farmland Blessed Girl Xiao Xiangshi

Chapter 165 Snow Disaster
If they really encountered a snow disaster, they would not be afraid.

Because of the canning workshop these years, Muhe Village is no longer the poor Muhe Village of the past.Almost every family has built a large tile-roofed house with green bricks and laid a foundation, so the house is very solid.

However, most of the houses in the nearby villages are adobe thatched houses, which cannot withstand the ravages of heavy snow at all.

In this regard, Muya can't do anything.But if she wanted to really watch those people suffer, she couldn't do it.

It snowed heavily for three days, and the snow outside was so thick that it was impossible to go out.

In winter, the canning workshop was idle because there was no fruit supply.Because the workshop is very large, Muya arranged for some nearby villagers to take refuge in the workshop before the snowstorm.

Mu Ya just asked people to go to several nearby villages, saying that there might be snowstorms, and they could provide shelter.Believe it or not, it's all up to them.

As for the villages farther away, there was really nothing Mu Ya could do. The only thing she could do was this.

After the heavy snow, the weather cleared up and the temperature rose a little.The snow everywhere is melting.It was already seven days later when I was able to travel.

Mu Ya went to the town alone to inquire about the news.

Sure enough, there were many refugees in the town, all of whom were from nearby villages.There are still a large number of refugees who rushed to Qingyuan County and Yancheng, but not many stayed in Ning'an Town.

Fortunately, Muya had stockpiled a lot of supplies when it first snowed, and piled them up in the shop.

There are already people setting up tents on the street to give porridge, and the order is well maintained, and there are no rioting refugees.

Muya's lifespan is not enough here, and it is impossible to set up a tent to give porridge.Moreover, the materials she reserves are all cotton-padded jackets, just to prevent this situation.

Fortunately, there were not many refugees, so she had prepared enough.

After opening the shop, Mu Ya was arranging the tables and chairs, and when he was about to carry them outside the door, Wan Chenyi rushed over.

"Little Ya'er, are you alright at home? I heard from Xiaoer that I saw you, so I'll come over and take a look." Wan Chenyi was a little out of breath, probably because he ran over.

Mu Ya kept moving and said with a smile: "It's okay, Brother Wan, don't worry. I'm worried that I'm going to be struggling alone, and you, a coolie, will come to your door. Come and help me."

It was only then that Wan Chenyi saw the situation in the shop. The whole shop was filled with clothes, leaving only one passageway through which people could pass.

"This is?" Wan Chenyi stepped forward, helping to lift the board, and carried it outside.

"When it first snowed, I felt something was wrong. So I bought a lot of cotton clothes, and now I just need them." Muya explained with a smile, and then said: "I saw that a shed was built at the entrance of Tianxiang Building, is it for porridge? "

Wan Chenyi nodded, indicating that he knew it, and shook his head again, "No, there are government officials and new landlords who donate porridge, so I sent someone to rush to make some steamed buns overnight, and I can't always drink porridge."

The two of you set up the wooden board with a word, and took out the clothes again and again, and put them on the big wooden board.

The children's, women's and men's items are all separated, which is also convenient when they are distributed later.

Before it was set up here, someone came to ask, "Are these cotton-padded clothes for sale?"

"No, they are all for the refugees. They can't afford to eat only food, and those who are weak and have no clothes to keep out the cold are hard to bear." Mu Ya explained, and went into the house and took a few cotton clothes out.

The person who asked the question was a little shocked. He had seen many porridge givers, but this was the first time he had seen such a generous cloth giver.

(End of this chapter)