"Zhumen wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road", which is the scene in front of you, the yamen comes and goes, and the entry and exit is very lively, but just across the road opposite the yamen, there are already a few villagers who can't hold on.

"Lao Li Tou, Lao Li Tou go back quickly, you gave yourself a life when the time comes, what should I do? This meditation is not something that can be done in a few days, so go back! Uncle Sun stiffened his hands, still persuading Lao Li Tou to go back, in fact, his own body was almost unable to hold on, he knew that he had reached the end of the crossbow, but if he left, this group of villagers would completely lose their backbone, he knew that he couldn't hold on for a few days, but if he could last a day, he would definitely follow the yamen here.

Lao Li Tou waved his hand, his movements were a little slow, and his voice was very hoarse, like a broken kettle, "You let me go back...... Aren't you the same? That's it, let's all sit here together and fight with them, I don't believe it, so many people are here, can't you really see our group of people......? ”

Uncle Sun knew that he couldn't persuade Lao Li Tou anymore, so he asked everyone to sit closer, which could be regarded as warmer.

After these people survived for two days, they were able to know that they might not be able to hold on any longer, without eating or drinking, and in such a cold environment, they did not even move, who could hold up so much time? It's just that they all breathe a sigh of relief in their hearts, just that one belief is holding on, they must hold on, and let this group of officials know that there are still many people in their village waiting for that subsidy, and they must let them see their existence!

So on the third day, even passers-by occasionally sighed that this group of villagers was really like the most ordinary weeds that could be seen everywhere, and the spirit of grass could be carried over.

How, exactly? Didn't eat or drink, still in such cold conditions. I'm afraid it's really a desperate situation to make them hold on to this point, they thought so, so on this night, some people really couldn't stand it, so they bought hundreds of steamed buns from the steamed bun shop, and quietly stuffed them into the hands of the villagers while the night was dark.

"That's all I can help you, hurry up and eat, when the time comes, people will find out, and it is estimated that you will not be able to eat." The people who helped them wore a black mask and were also very cautious, after all, they found that there was no place to stand, and they hadn't encountered such hot steamed buns for a long time, and these villagers were moved to almost cry again, but they couldn't cry, once they cried in this icy and snowy land, they would immediately form ice cubes on their faces, which would only make them suffer more, so they could only turn that grief into appetite and desperately stuff steamed buns into their mouths.

After the man handed the steamed buns to the villagers, he took advantage of the night to leave, and it was not until he returned to his own home that he removed all the black masks, which turned out to be one of the guards who felt sorry for that day.

Hey, the Buddha bless so that the petition of these villagers can be seen by the emperor as soon as possible, I hope they will not suffer again, after all, there is no way to choose people's birth, and no one wants to live so hard all their lives.

"Hurry up and eat, eat and clean it all up, and don't let others blame themselves for helping us!" One of the villagers admonished.

Uncle Sun and Lao Li Tou were already old, and although they were reluctant to leave, they could not do anything in front of these young people, so they sent a few people to forcibly carry them back to their villages.

"Uncle Sun, Uncle Li, just believe us, do you old people still have to hold up there? Is it to teach us young people to be laughed at by outsiders? Don't worry, leave it to us young people, and wait for our good news! ”

In this way, Uncle Sun and Lao Li Tou could only wait anxiously for the news from outside in their own village, but they didn't expect that in the end, the news that all these people were gone.

How could it be, they just meditated, they didn't even go to the yamen to make trouble, they just meditated every day, how could something happen? Is it hungry and frozen?

Uncle Sun's heart was tightly strangled, and Lao Li Tou was also embarrassed, no one would have thought that he was waiting in the village to wait for such news. They don't even know what to say to their daughters-in-law and children.

Thinking about it, the two of them, who were over half a hundred years old, left the village one night, taking advantage of the night, and the two of them faltered, and they had to go to the county town to see what was going on! They have to give an explanation to the families of that group of young people, they can't let this group of people lose their lives like this!

Because something happened to these people in front of them, the two of them didn't dare to go directly to the door of the yamen to meditate like before.

The two of them used the only remaining coils on their bodies to pull a guy at the door of the inn and asked him what had happened recently, why the group of young men who were sitting in at the door of the yamen were gone?

But I didn't expect that the guy heard that they were going to inquire about this matter, and stuffed the coil back for them, and you asked about it, and you couldn't say it, so he turned around and walked into the inn.

The two of them looked at each other and knew that this matter was far more than that simple, I am afraid that it was from the side of the yamen.

But in such a big county, the two of them stood on this street, and they didn't know who to ask what happened, and the group of young people said that they didn't have their lives, but now that they can't be found in the corpse capital, what can the two old men do?

The hearts of the two people are full of melancholy, and the intertwined fates are endless, who to blame for the tormented loser of temper? Blame them for not being reincarnated? How did it become such a miserable life? Obviously, people should not be divided into three, six, nine, and so on, but even if they are divided into such categories, why do they have to live so hard?

Oh my God, what are you doing with so much snow? Is it because they live too easily, so it's not pleasing to the eye? If there was no heavy snowfall, maybe none of this would have happened, but they knew very well in their hearts that if it wasn't for this heavy snowfall, there would have been a heavy rain or a big drought.

Uncle Sun thought of the books he had read, and the books were full of Taoism, but he couldn't say anything about those methods that he could save himself now.

Even those young children lost their lives, and he couldn't find a good reason, not even where their people were.

Lao Li Tou was also at a loss, those children were still so young, did they lose their lives like this? Who will compensate them? What about their long future, and their daughters-in-law and children at home? Who is responsible for all this?