The cold wind howled, and the snowflakes gradually fell from the sky.

The children of the nobility with their henchmen played freely in the gardens and in the streets. A man was hit by a snowball, and he turned back helplessly, but when he saw that it was a nobleman's child, the look on his face suddenly disappeared, and he dared not speak.

On a snowy day, not only the children of the nobles, but also the children of the commoners, are also playing wantonly, wearing thick clothes, under the care of their parents, even if their faces are red from the cold, they are also playing wantonly, enjoying their childhood. Snow is the spirit of the world, and children are the most beautiful angels.

It's just that snow, sometimes in the eyes of others, is also the most cruel torture. Snow Day is not their revelry, but another big difficulty in their lives.

Filthy garbage heaps.

A simple little shed has been blown into the couch. The thin girders did not withstand the baptism of the wind.

Coarse cloth, thatched sheds, have collapsed on the ground. This scene made this garbage heap look dirtier and messier.

A little boy struggled to crawl out of the hut in ill-fitting adult clothes.

His face was an unhealthy red. A few snowflakes fell on his head and immediately turned into a small pool of cold water.

The icy snow irritated his hot head, and Xiuster looked back at the rotten shed he had just climbed out of, and sighed happily.

But in an instant, Xiuster frowned.

He tried to open his mouth slightly, but felt a tearing pain.

The roof of the mouth and throat were already swollen, the whole body was weak, the headache was splitting, the body was hot to the touch, in fact, I was already shivering from the cold, and even shivered a few times from time to time.

"Cold, fever, inflammation! I, a time-traveler, would I die of this disease? "Xiuster, unwilling to clench his fists, but felt a piercing pain. It was caused by a child in the same garbage dump.

After all, compared to the aborigines of the pirate world, the self he wears is simply vulnerable.

Huster wrapped his clothes tightly, trying to retain some warmth, but the shabby and thin clothes seemed to be unable to bear the heavy responsibility.

Shoster staggered to the left side of the shed, where there was still a little food left. He clutched the clothes on his chest with one hand, squatted down with difficulty, and used the other hand to dig the food in the tent.

A banana is less than a third of the size left, but fortunately, the banana peel is intact. A meat sandwich cake, except that the cake was stepped on, and there was a clear shoe print on it.

In addition to this, there is a fish with a missing head, as well as two news birds.

This half-strip and these two news birds are the most extravagant things here.

"Fire, I need fire, without fire, I may not hold out until the snow stops!"

Xiuster looked at the food in front of him, showing a heartfelt smile, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled, and suddenly, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Before he crossed over, when had he ever eaten something like this? Even the food in the school cafeteria is simply a delicacy compared to this!

As soon as the cold wind blew, Xiuster immediately shook his senses. He blinked his eyes vigorously, trying to see the blur in his eyes disappear. He didn't dare to wipe it directly with his hands.

Because at this time, the hands are dirty and swollen. Perhaps, at this time, the eyes are the cleanest place on his body.

Shuster picked up the food and set it aside. He endured the discomfort and tore off the rags on the original shed. He let go of the hand that was only holding his clothes, but in an instant, the cold wind blew his clothes away, revealing his red chest.

Ignoring this, Shoster grabbed the ends of the rag and tied it to the protruding spot of the garbage heap.

It was also the place he originally chose well. Originally, the small shed was backed by this garbage mountain, which could block the wind and rain behind it, and now there are several raised pieces of wood in the middle and upper part of the garbage mountain.

Schust pressed the lower end of the rag with a few stones, which could block the wind and snow in front of him. It's just a lot of wind, but it still blows the rags inward.

Xiuster picked up the wood that was originally used as a girder, and the collapse just now made a long and thin piece of wood fall into several pieces.

Shuster picked up a few pieces, put them together, and then picked up a handful of thatch and lit it with a lighter that was secretly hidden in his trouser pocket.

After a while, a small fire appeared.

Leaving only one news bird behind, Shuster buried all his food in the snowdrift. He rudely plucked the feathers off the news bird and threw it in the fire to make fuel. Then the news bird is cut into pieces of meat with sharp iron slices.

Xiuster didn't dare to roast the news bird directly. He was afraid! I am afraid that this seductive fragrance will attract the child kings who live on the garbage mountain together.

In this case, not only will he not be able to keep his food, but he will even be punched and kicked.

The small pieces of meat were roasted so quickly that he didn't even dare to wait for it to spill a little bit of aroma before stuffing it into his mouth.

Hungry to nibble on a news bird, Xiuster felt a trace of warmth and a hint of comfort. But soon, the head that wanted to explode made him realize the cruel truth - what he needs most now is medicine, otherwise, even if he survives this disease, it is very likely that he will be injured irreversibly from that fool.

"I want to live! No matter what I do, I want to live! "Shoster had never realized that his desire to live was so strong. Countless thoughts crossed his mind.

It wasn't until the end that he smiled.

He moved slightly closer to the fire and decided to implement his plan at once. He didn't dare to guarantee how long his body would last, and he didn't even have the confidence that he would make it through the snow.

Schust carefully took out the half of the fish and pulled out a large piece of plastic paper from the garbage mountain.

He just wanted to wrap the plastic paper around his hand, but when he saw the news bird left, he hesitated a little and put down the large piece of plastic paper.

He took out the piece of iron and cut the feathered newsbird with a horizontal wound.

Shuster roasted the bird until it was five ripe, and then carefully picked up the plastic paper and wrapped his hands tightly around it.

Only then did Xiuster carefully pick up the piece of iron and gently slash it one after another.

I don't know how many knives I slashed, but finally, the entrails of the fish were exposed.

Schuster carefully removed the ovaries and kidneys.

Wrap it in the remaining plastic paper, then take a piece of wood and press it vigorously.

After a few times, the flesh and blood on the plastic paper were blurred.

Schust carefully took out the roasted five-ripe news bird and wrapped it tightly in the plastic sheeting.

After about half an hour, Schuster took out the news bird and continued to roast it. Xiuster is not in a hurry, as a traverser, he knows that this bubble fish is also the toxin of puffer fish.

He could guarantee that the ovaries and kidneys of this half of the puffer fish would be enough to complete his plan.

Shuster pulled out a clean piece of paper from the shed again and wrapped the roasted news bird.

After wrapping the news bird, he took a deep breath. The first step of the plan was successfully completed. It seems that the heavens have come to bless him, and this fragrance has not attracted the child king who is also in the garbage mountain.

Hug the wrapped news bird tightly and stood up excitedly, wanting to carry out the second step of his plan.

It's just that the accident came so quickly that it was unacceptable.

The child, who was still thinking about how to get the medicine next, was too weak in his body, excited in his emotions, and consumed too much physical strength, and the moment he stood up, his eyes went dark, and he immediately grabbed the ground with his head, and went down.

He didn't even hold the news bird that he had so painstakingly baked, and just like that, it rolled down on the snow, and he was so caught off guard.

The snow was still falling, and the distant town was brightly lit and they were laughing and laughing, and no one knew that on this disgusting mountain of garbage, there was a small child dying!

The snow, still so white, gradually covered the snowdrifts and covered the roasted news birds.

It seems that this white snow can cover up all evils!