() The old cow, who was caught in his memory, suddenly heard a slight sound, like the sound of stones thrown into the mud. He turned back vigilantly, and soon found that one of the hundreds of honeycomb coals had been deformed by the stones. Then he looked at the iron slag, only to see the man lying motionless on a beach chair with half-squinted eyes.

The old cow looked at the deformed honeycomb coal again, and from the angle, it could not have been thrown from the position of the iron slag. But there are only three people here, Ye Xinling shouldn't do this kind of thing, and it is even more impossible for him to do it himself, so the biggest suspicion is iron slag. At this time, Lao Niu saw Ye Xinling turn around and enter the tin shed, and when she left, her shoulders seemed to be shaking......

It must be iron slag, don't look at that serious all day and night, in fact, it is very bad in the bones, and no one can match it when it is broken. Over the years, Lao Niu has deeply realized this. However, from the angle, it is impossible to lose that position......

Just when the old cow was racking his brains, Ye Xinling, who walked into the tin shed, laughed so much that her stomach hurt. She had just seen with her own eyes that the iron slag secretly ejected a stone, hit the iron bucket next to it, and then catapulted into the honeycomb coal pile made by the old cow.

"Really bad......"

Thinking of Lao Niu's confused appearance, she felt that her stomach hurt even more......

At this time, the afternoon sun shone on the neat rows of honeycomb coal. If you look closely, it seems that steaming gas is coming out. Over time, the honeycomb coal dries out day by day, from the dark black when it was first made to an off-white covered with sand......

Time passed quietly. It wasn't long before a bitter cold wind finally arrived, and a thin stream of snow ensued the ground white.

Winters in Iron Mountain are as cold as ever.

After the snowfall, there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the streets. The street homeless and scavengers all disappeared seemingly overnight. However, if you look closely, you can still see some frozen zombies around the corner of the alley. These people are old and weak, or sick, and they cannot travel far, so they can only stay here and accept the arrangement of fate.

At this time, the Narcissus Doctor would go to the Iron Mountain Town Autonomous Council to make a noise. As a doctor, I watched the harsh winter take hundreds of lives. The healer is kind, and whenever he sees the cold corpses, he runs to denounce the inaction of those in power (Lena Eucoris).

According to the usual practice, the sheriff of Iron Mountain Town will ask the executor (iron slag) to come over to consol him, and the content of the consolation is almost the same every year, and there is only one sentence when he comes and goes-

"Let's go! Eat hot pot to go. ”

Historically, daffodils have been deeply hostile to their persuaders, and pulling and pulling is essential. But this year there were some exceptions, maybe because he was older, maybe he was used to it, he just shook his head, sighed, and then followed the iron slag to the repair shop.

"Where's the good hot pot?" When he arrived, the Narcissus doctor found out that he had been deceived. There is no gerbil hot pot here, only an old cow roasting the fire.

Iron Slag grinned, "Wait until it's dark to catch it, and the fresh meat will be crispy." ”

At this time, the old cow, who had been silently warming by the coal stove, raised his head and excitedly, "Catch gerbils? I'm going too! ”

Iron Slag refused without thinking about it, "The old cow should forget it, every time he scares the gerbils away, and in the end he can't catch anything." ”

"You think you're going to catch gerbils? I'll catch a dozen of them for you later. "END. The old cow ran into the tin shed and rummaged for a while, only to see that when he came out, he had seven or eight more frag grenades on his body......

"You can't eat fried meat." The narcissus doctor on the side reminded.

"I'm catching gerbils, so I didn't give you meat." The old cow arched his nose to. In the end, at his strong request, Iron Slag finally agreed to take him there, but on the condition that he could not get close, and that he must look at him with a telescope from two hundred meters away.

At 8 p.m., Iron Slag was fully armed, prepared a blast pipe made of scattered shells, and drove the sand cart to the wasteland south of Iron Mountain Town.

At this moment, the moor was covered with light snow, and the gray earth was exposed in the east and west. Even in such a harsh winter, some withered yellow weeds can be seen on the ground. They stubbornly grow in the crevices of the ice and snow, and they dot the earth sparsely.

The ice and snow covered the gerbil's burrow, and the iron slag could only hold a flashlight to find it slowly, but fortunately, he was familiar with the place and quickly found the target.

Iron Slag Centroid stuffed the explosives into the rat hole, and then covered it with sand, which would ensure that the smoke and concussions would reach the depths of the rat hole and wake up the hibernating gerbils. At this moment, he suddenly noticed the sound of moving footsteps behind him. He turned back suddenly, but saw the old cow crawling on the ground, approaching.

At this moment, the old cow stopped moving forward and assumed a posture of standing still......

"Don't come here!" Iron slag does export type to.

The old cow made a "understand" gesture. But as soon as he turned his head, the old cow continued to climb and crawl......

Half an hour passed......

The two found nothing, and every time the prey that was about to fall was scared away by the old cow.

"Old cow, if we continue like this, we will have no meat to eat tonight." Iron Slag frowned.

"I'm here and I don't affect you." The old cow stepped back as he walked. Although his mouth was very hard, he still left with interest, after all, dinner was still to be eaten.

After driving away the old cow, the iron slag soon caught a lot of prey. The gerbils at this time of year are unusually fat, weighing two kilograms each. After all, they store a lot of fat in order to survive the winter.

Then the two of them returned to the repair shop with a full load, at this time the narcissus doctor was already so hungry that his eyes were black, and when he saw the iron slag, he shouted weakly, "Brother Tie, I have low blood sugar, I'm dying......

Ye Xinling came out of the iron shed, took over the prey of the iron slag, and began to deal with it. Her cooking skills are very good, and her knife skills are also good, and she washes and slices gerbils in ten minutes and packs them in lunch boxes.

At the same time, the old cow and the iron slag made a fire with hay and charcoal in the clearing, set up a large iron pot, filled half a bucket of snow water into it, and then put in the spices, and after a while it was cooked until it was full of aroma.

Dr. Narcissus stood by the fire, smelling the fragrance and urging, "Hurry, I'm dying......"

At this time, Ye Xinling came out with several large lunch boxes, and the narcissus doctor hurriedly took over, poured the meat into the iron pot, and stirred it with a net spoon. The fire burned brightly, and in a few minutes it boiled again. The narcissus doctor scooped up the white and tender gerbil meat and ate it with spices made from chili oil and garlic.

Iron Slag looked at the gobbling doctor, and couldn't help but think of him making trouble every year, could it be just to come here for a hot pot......

The tender and crisp gerbil meat melted in the mouth, and the narcissus doctor screamed "oh oh" when he turned his head and saw that the old cow was busy making vegetables, and hurriedly shouted, "Brother Niu, come and eat!" ”

After a while, the four of them sat down around the cauldron and huddled together to eat a warm meal.

It was already the middle of the night after eating the hot pot, Ye Xinling cleaned up the dishes, the old cow cleaned the open space, and the iron slag lay on the beach chair looking at the starry sky, and I didn't know what I was thinking. Dr. Narcissus took a rare cigarette and took a puff. He is against smoking, and only smokes one when he is most happy.

"Iron slag, it's a blessing to know you." Dr. Narcissus sighed.

Iron Slag didn't seem to hear him, and kept staring blankly at the sky. The Narcissus Doctor knew in his heart that he was looking into the eyes of the Iron Old Man......

Nothing to say all night......

Early the next morning.

The winter sun shines through the clouds and shines on the light snow. There was peace in the low mountain, and Ye Xinling in the bedroom container woke up slowly. She stretched, rubbed her eyes, and found her place empty. So she got up, dressed, washed, and then went to her master.

However, there was no one inside, and Ye Xinling felt a fluster. These days, she is used to staying by his side, and when she can't see him, her heart feels like something is missing.

At that moment, the gate of the fortress sounded the sound of "clicking" gears rubbing, and at the same time, the rusty iron door slowly rose, and then she saw the iron slag pull a pallet cart full of plastic buckets in. She went up and just wanted to grab the cart, but found that the wheels of the cart were slightly sunk into the ground. If you look closely, the car is loaded with five or six buckets of snow, which looks like it weighs at least a few tons, and she can't pull such a heavy thing.

"Master, why don't you sleep a little longer?" Ye Xinling asked softly.

"The snow just got clean, I'm going to collect some." Iron Slag replied.

The climate in the area around Iron Mountain is strange, with little rain in the summer and snow in the winter. Therefore, every winter, the residents of Tieshan Town will collect and store domestic water.

Next, Ye Xinling watched as the iron slag poured buckets of snow into the cement filtered pool. The snow melts in the spring and settles for a period of time before being loaded into stainless steel cisterns.

It didn't take long for the filter to fill up, but there were still several buckets of snow left.

"It's time to take a bath tonight." Iron slag to.

"Bath?" Ye Xinling looked at the iron slag with some doubts. Having lived here for a while, she remembers that there was no bath. Then she saw the iron slag from the corner of the wall against a tin oil can, and immediately understood that this was the "bathtub".

After a few minutes, the iron slag placed the large oil drum on the masonry and fixed it, then poured the snow into it, then burned the firewood under the oil drum, and finally found a ladder to lean against the side of the oil drum.

After doing this, Tie Slag clapped his hands, let Ye Xinling watch it for him, and went back to the container to make up for sleep.

When the iron slag woke up again, it was night. After dinner, he went to the big oil drum and saw the steaming water bubbling there. He tested the water temperature and felt that it was just right, so he let Ye Xinling jump in.

There is a firewood burning underneath, and it feels like boiling a living person. Under the repeated urging of the master, Ye Xinling closed her eyes, stripped naked and jumped in.

With a "plop", Ye Xinling slid into the warm water and was immediately surrounded by endless warmth.

At this moment, snow suddenly began to fall in the sky, and it fell on my shoulders one after another. The warm Ye Xinling lay on the edge of the oil tank, reaching out to catch the snowflakes from time to time. Looking at the snowflakes gradually melting in her palms, she became more and more lazy.

At this moment, the warm water and the cold winter are like two different worlds......