On the fourth day, heavy snowfall.

The coughing continued, and even a few of the young, strong men began to cough mildly. The people who had been coughing were now coughing up a lot of blood, and there were already several people who were unconscious, and they could not sit still on the horses, so they could only tie them to the horses with ropes and move forward with us.

On the way we lost two horses, and two men who were leading them, and on those two horses we had more than half of our dry provisions. After careful calculation, we only had enough dry food left for two days. It's something even scarier than a cough—

Wei Zhihe's Diary——

I'm the dividing line—"Did you find it?" After finding a campsite, Wei Zhihe took two people to find the two lost horses and the two people, and handed over the camp to the third uncle and Uncle Li.

They searched the same way, and only found a cloth bag containing dry food under a tree, Wei Zhihe and the two hunters kept looking for it with the tree as the center, but they found nothing, so they had to go back where they were.

When the third uncle saw Wei Zhi and them coming back, he hurriedly asked them to warm up by the fire.

"How?" The third uncle asked.

Wei Zhihe shook his head, pulled the boots off his feet vigorously, knocked them on the trunk of the tree a few times, and a few pieces of ice slag fell out of it.

"We only found a small packet of dry food, nothing else, not a single horsehair."

"How so? Two people alive and two horses were lost like this? "The third uncle doesn't believe his ears very much, and Wei Zhihe can't help it.

"The wind was strong, the snow was heavy, and the slightest clue was buried in the snow, and we couldn't find any clues." Wei Zhihe warmed his feet on the fire and then put them on his feet. "How many days will we be able to eat our dry food?"

"All the dry food is only enough for the rest of us for two days." The third uncle said after thinking about it in his heart.

Wei Zhihe lit a cigarette for himself, his brows furrowed. "It's only enough for two days, and we will never be able to get out of it in two days."

"Yes, there is not enough food to eat, we still have so many sick people, the heavy snow has trapped us in this mountain for eleven days, look at the current situation, the heavy snow will not stop tomorrow." The third uncle wanted to look up at the sky, but what he saw was the top of the tent.

Wei Zhihe took out the name book from his bosom and made a mark on the names of the two people who had been lost. Thirty-seven people went out, five aunts died of illness, Doudou also died in order to protect everyone, two people were lost today, and now there are only thirty-three people left, and eleven people are coughing up blood with inflammation in their lungs, and they are in danger.

Wei Zhihe calculated in his heart again, seven adults coughing up blood, four children; There were ten more women who could move, two perfectly healthy children, and ten more men, making a total of thirty-three.

"Zhihe, dry food will be arranged soon, this food is not enough, we ......" The third uncle came over and said to Wei Zhihe.

"Now our dry food is very scarce, first of all, women and children, as well as the elderly, must be given according to normal standards, especially the sick and children, don't give them less, as for us, let's have less, after all, we men."

"Hey." The third uncle went to make arrangements, leaving Wei Zhihe alone and still thinking about it in his heart. After a while, the third uncle and Uncle Li came back and handed Wei Zhihe three pieces of hard cakes. The third uncle also jokingly knocked two pieces of cake against each other, making a "bangbang" sound. But no one laughs, can't laugh, can't laugh.

Wei Zhihe directly passed a cake, and the rest was pushed to the third uncle. "Put these all back, I'll just need one piece."

"How can that work? On this day, you run the most, and if you don't eat more, your body will not be able to stand it. The third uncle wanted to put the two pieces of bread in his hand into Wei Zhihe's hands, but Wei Zhihe still pushed them back.

"We were already strapped for food, and today we lost two horses carrying dry food, which made our situation even worse. Now we can save a little bit and let the sick, the elderly, and the children eat more. ”

"This ......" The third uncle suddenly felt that the two pieces of bread he was holding in his hand weighed a thousand catties.

"It's mine, you take it too." After Uncle Li buried his son, his words became less and less. Uncle Li also divided two of his three pieces of bread and put them in the arms of the third uncle, took only one of them, took the tea jar, found a dark corner in the tent, and ate it by himself.

The third uncle didn't speak, but silently put his two pieces of dry food in that pile and put them in his pocket. Wei Zhihe vigorously broke the cake, put it in his tea jar, and poured hot water. The weather is getting colder and colder, and the dry food is simply packed in cloth bags, and as for the water, it is even simpler, and the heavy snow is water.

"Zhihe, is it right or wrong for us to come out." The third uncle's wine gourd never left his body, took a small sip, and handed it to Wei Zhihe.

"Today, the heavy snow has closed the mountain for 11 days, and many big trees that can't be picked up by one person have fallen to the ground along the way, if we are all in the stockade, it is estimated that we will all be crushed to death, even if we are not crushed to death, we will all be starved to death."

Wei Zhihe also poured some wine into his mouth and threw the gourd to the third uncle.

"Instead of staying in the stockade and waiting to die, we should come out and find a glimmer of life, maybe we can all survive."

"Did you ever think we'd all die here?"

"I've thought about it, and I want our village to keep a seedling and not be broken."

No one was talking, only the "crackling" of the firewood in the campfire, and the coughing of the crowd.

"The coughs are getting more and more frequent, and the blood is coming out more and more, and several people are almost coughing up blood clots." The third uncle lowered his head and picked up a few sticks of firewood and threw them into the fire, the flames were darkened, and then the surroundings were brighter, Wei Zhihe's brows were tightly locked, and his face looked gloomy with the shaking of the flames.

"What can we do, I hope they can hold out until we come out of the mountain, so that they can find a better doctor to treat them."

"A few hunters also seem to have this disease, with a slight cough and a high fever." The third uncle was talking there by himself, but he was only talking there, and he also knew that there was no good way to do it now. It's just that I feel uncomfortable in my heart, and I want to make someone to talk to.

"Have you given them any medicine?"

"I've eaten them all, and whether it's good or not depends on the situation tomorrow."

"Tomorrow, tomorrow maybe we'll get out of the rut."

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