The biting cold wind accompanied by snowflakes slowly drifted down from the sky, covering the entire land with a white blanket, and there seemed to be only one color between heaven and earth.

White should be the purest color in the world, but underneath it is a corpse.

Chen Feng, whose face was flushed with cold, sat by the fire and kept adding firewood to the fire. On the fire, millet porridge is boiled, and a unique aroma of millet fills the surroundings.

Smelling the smell in the air, Chen Feng slowly remembered when he was in the Bright Sword World. At that time, it seemed that he and Li Yunlong didn't sit on the kang and taste millet porridge, and even pickles pickled in the base.

Although life is poor, it is also laughter, and everyone has a common goal. It's just that what Chen Feng sees now is insensitive, his eyes are empty like walking corpses, a group of zombies without a goal, and can only act instinctively.

"Changgui, is the millet porridge cooked"?

Chen Feng, who was in the midst of his recollection, suddenly heard someone telling him to turn his head hurriedly.

"Alright, alright".

Chen Feng hurriedly served a bowl of millet porridge and brought it over.

After serving a bowl to all the people, looking at the jar that had bottomed out, Chen Feng came to the side, stretched out his somewhat frostbitten hand, and randomly pulled up a pile of snow from the ground, and then put it in the jar.

The snow soon turned into a pile of water, and it boiled with what little millet there was underneath.

"The proprietor is really eccentric, and he just forgot that we protected her, so he let us drink this."

The bolt pillar was holding millet porridge that was enough to illuminate the figure, and looked at Chen Feng with resentment on his face.

Chen Feng could only smile at this, this is not bad, others can only eat the bark and gnaw the roots, and they can see some food anyway.

"Do you have the courage to fight with your grandfather"?

The bolt pillar pulled Chen Feng and whispered in his ear, his eyes directed towards Fan Dianyuan's family.

Glancing at the bolt pillar, Chen Feng felt a little surprised in his heart, the bolt pillar, who had always been honest, actually gave birth to such a heart at this time, it seems that disasters can really make people completely change.

"Do you think we'll make it? I didn't see that the owner doesn't even sleep now, usually only squints for a while during the day, you think you're looking at those disaster victims, but in fact they are paying attention to the two of us."

The bolt's words made Chen Feng also a little moved. Chen Feng, who has been eating millet porridge for several days, has no strength in his whole body, if it weren't for the firmness in his heart, I'm afraid he would have been lying on the side of the road. Just looking at Fan Dianyuan, who had been looking around with his eyes open, Chen Feng still shook his head.

"What are you afraid of, brother, as long as we are willing, besides, we still have a guy in our hands, just rely on their family, the old, weak, sick and disabled, the only one with some combat effectiveness is the owner, and the two of us can't beat him."

"Okay, keep it on a leash, don't tell me about these things again, I don't want to do it."

Chen Feng interrupted the bolt that still wanted to speak, and he walked to the side and wrapped the shabby cotton jacket on his body, closed his eyes and rested first, and went to the vigil by himself in the second half of the night.

"Master, it seems that Changgui is reliable, I tested him so much just now, and he didn't even think about it."

In a remote place, Zhu Zhu looked at Fan Dianyuan with an affirmative expression.

"That's good, that's good".

Fan Dianyuan patted his chest, he was still a little worried, and his heart gradually returned to his stomach.

Now is the year of famine, Fan Dianyuan is not sure whether Changgui, who has been working in his own family for more than ten years, will have bad intentions, and now the lives of the family can be all in his own hands, and he really can't make any mistakes, otherwise the old Fan family will really be completely cut off.

"Master, you can promise me that you will marry the stars to me in the future, you have to say something."

"Medium, medium, medium. If I can talk or not, you can put your heart back in your stomach, and I can rest assured that the stars will follow you in the future."

Fan Dianyuan patted his tethered shoulder with great relief, and as he spoke, he felt a burst of grievance in his heart.

If it weren't for this natural and man-made disaster, how could his daughter marry the long-term worker in the family. It's just that now his only bargaining chip is his daughter.

The bolt pillar who was guaranteed by Fan Dianyuan also nodded very happily, and the figure of the star sounded in his mind, with a smile on his mouth.

And Chen Feng, who was resting with his eyes closed next to the tent, didn't know that his previous scene had been calculated by Fan Dianyuan.

A noisy sound in the middle of the night woke up Chen Feng, who was sleeping soundly. I saw a few figures in the crowd, constantly beating and scolding, mixed with the crying of children. Chen Feng looked at the people who were fighting inside, and it seemed that they were the people he had met in the stockade.

"Blind deer, I am your eighth ancestor, if you dare to sell Ni, the old lady will fight with you."

It seems to be the nature of Chinese to watch the excitement, and no matter what time it is, the heart of gossip will never be extinguished.

Chen Feng stood on the periphery of the crowd, although he didn't know what the specific situation was, he could guess it.

It's just selling sons and daughters.

In a year of famine, a woman may be worth only one loaf of bread. Especially for these little girls, one more person is equivalent to saying that there is an extra mouth, only in and out.

"Don't even look at it, it's just acting for the rich."

Fan Dianyuan, who was resting in the tent, looked at the blind deer family who were constantly fighting, and seemed to be able to completely see their thoughts with a disdainful expression on his face, and directly turned his back on Chen Feng and the others to face the tent.

"Old man, look"?

Women's hearts are always very soft, and Fan Dianyuan's wife couldn't bear to push Fan Dianyuan, who was pretending to be asleep.

Looking at his wife's gaze, Fan Dianyuan shook his head helplessly and sighed very weakly.

"Acting such a bitter love drama is completely for us to see."

Although Fan Dianyuan said this, he stood up and came to the carriage, took out a small bowl and looked at the people around, quietly put the bowl into the carriage, and dug out a bowl of millet.

Although Fan Dianyuan's movements were very light, there were too many people around, and some sharp-eyed people saw the movements of the hotel staff at a glance, stretching out their heads one by one, staring at the bowl in Fan Dianyuan's hand.

"He's got millet there"!

………

The eyes of the people around him instantly became greedy, and Chen Feng, who was standing on the side watching the play, hurriedly became vigilant, took out the knife on his body and protected it to Fan Dianyuan's side, and the marshal's mansion here also seemed to react, came to Fan Dianyuan's side, and pulled the spear in his hand in front of everyone.

It is the nature of human beings to suffer from poverty or not, and at this time, everyone is hungry and sells their children and daughters, and when they suddenly see someone taking out food, they will naturally have evil intentions.

However, when he saw someone protecting Fan Dianyuan's side, he took his gaze back one by one with some fear.

"I was miserable by you once before, if it weren't for the fact that you are a short-term worker in my family, I wouldn't have helped you, remember that you must pay it back."

Fan Dianyuan trembled and walked up to the blind deer, handed a bowl of millet in his hand to the blind deer, and said cruel words on his lips.

"The owner, this bowl of millet is not enough, you are like this, you borrow me a bucket of millet, and you can save yourself from opening your mouth in the future, and I will pay you back next year."

The human heart is not enough to swallow the elephant, and the blind deer who gets a bowl of millet. was not satisfied, but looked at Fan Dianyuan even harder.

Chen Feng, who was standing on the side, smiled, and felt a pain in his heart, this is the human heart.