The peasant husband is a squeamish bag

Chapter 143 Snow Disaster
After some warming, Yuncheng was always warmed and comfortable, and the two of them walked out of the room slowly. At night, Yuncheng slept alone in the bed.

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, there was a thick layer of white outside, and the temperature was getting lower and lower, Yun Cheng thought, well, the bed is a bit cold.

Yun Cheng's thinking was a little divergent, the little boy said that he was hotter now, Yun Cheng thought of the soft and warm feeling during the day.

My own quilt doesn't seem to be that soft.

It seems to be good if you sleep with that soft bed.

But Bai Tian had already refused, the boss wanted face, Yun Cheng closed his eyes.

But after a while, I actually had a dream. I dreamed that I was hugging a soft pillow like a big white rabbit, as if my whole body was floating in the sea of ​​clouds. It was not too soft.

Then: "Boom!!!"

With a loud sound, Yun Cheng returned from his soft dream and returned to the bed.

Sitting up from the bed, Yun Cheng was a little slow for two seconds before he realized that Luo Jia's voice had already come from outside: "Yun Cheng? Are you okay?"

Yun Cheng shook his head, his eyes were empty, and he remembered the dream again, softly.

But remembering that the little white face was invisible, Yun Cheng said while putting on his clothes, "It's okay."

Open the door and go out. The snow outside is so thick that Luo Jia's wheelchair can't pass through. Visually, the snow is as thick as knees, but the size of the snow is still the same. Luo Jia stood at the door for a while. Yes, it's already covered with snowflakes.

"I heard a bang just now." Luo Jia obviously woke up from his sleep, with cold sweat on his head, looking at Yun Cheng with residual horror in his eyes.

The clothes on his body were also very thin, he just came out with his coat on.

"I'm fine, you go back to sleep, I'll go out and have a look."

After all, it was too cold today, Luo Jia couldn't help coughing twice: "Ahem..."

"it is good."

"You be careful."

Yun Cheng assisted Luo Jia to go back to the room, when he heard the extremely anxious knocking on the door.

"Yun girl, Yun girl!"

"Yuncheng? Yuncheng?" There were unfamiliar voices, and the voice of the village chief.

Luo Jia wanted to get up again, and Yun Cheng held him down: "Go to sleep, the snow is too heavy, someone's house collapsed, probably someone was injured, I will come as soon as I go."

Luo Jia nodded sensibly: "Okay, then go back early."

"Yeah." Yun Cheng turned and went out, Luo Jia coughed twice from behind: "Ahem..."

"Uncle Feng?" Yun Cheng opened the door.

"Yun Cheng, come with me quickly. The house of Grandma Kuan's house was crushed by the heavy snow, and two people were trapped. You and I should go and have a look."

Zhang Feng pulled Yun Cheng and ran forward. Yun Cheng fastened the cloak on his body while running.

The wind and snow were mixed with the cold wind, like a knife cut on the face, it was extremely painful, Yun Cheng blinked, and even the eyelashes were covered with snowflakes, with patches of crystal.

"Has anyone been rescued?" It was already late at night, but the village was brightly lit. It is estimated that everyone will not be able to sleep tonight.

Zhang Feng was in a hurry: "Grandma Kuan's grandson, Xiao Kuan is next to him, he was crushed with few things, and he has been rescued, but a wooden thorn was inserted into his abdominal cavity."

"Grandma Kuan, when I came here just now, I was still inside and hadn't been rescued. There were so many things on my body."

Speaking of Grandma Kuan, Yun Cheng had a little impression, as if Grandma Kuan and her grandson were the only ones in the family.

"Is it her grandson who was injured, Xiao Kuan?"

"It's that kid!"

(End of this chapter)