"Okay, you guys clean up, stop playing, it's time to eat." Mrs. Zhao shouted at a few people.

Yundong immediately cheered: "Oh, it's time to eat!" Let's go, sister, brother will take you to dinner. ”

"Go and go, how tall are you, don't drop your sister, Lao Tzu is still here, I need you to hold your sister." Yun Yi pushed his son away in disgust, picked up his fragrant and soft little girl, and strode into the stove room.

Leaving his son pitifully standing in place, Xia Xin Qiule's two little sisters laughed unkindly, and Yundong complained: "Eldest sister, second sister, you don't comfort me, and laugh at me!" ”

"Oh, my heart is broken, and two pieces of chestnut candy can't heal my wounded heart." Yundong covered his heart, and his funny behavior completely made the two sisters laugh.

Mrs. Zhao couldn't see her grandson's behavior: "Okay, okay, don't be weird, hurry up and clean up the snow on your body and eat." ”

"Okay, milk, clean it up now." When Yundong heard Mrs. Zhao, he immediately replied seriously.

After the Yun family finished eating, the men continued to clear the snow, the yard had been cleared, and the road in front of the door needed to be cleared.

At this time, Mrs. Zhao suddenly remembered the old man Xiao next door, a half-dead old man, with an eight-year-old child, and it was estimated that he had little ability to clean up the snow on the roof.

What's the matter, the old man Xiao is also his own financier, and his income of two taels per month is not good, but he can't let the other party do anything, otherwise her two taels of silver will fly.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Zhao called her second son and asked him to take the tools and go to the next door to help clean the roof next door.

The old man Yun, who was originally sweeping the snow in front of the door, heard his wife's arrangement, and muttered secretly in his heart, and the movements of the snow sweeping in his hands slowed down, and he pricked up his ears to listen carefully.

It wasn't until he heard his wife say that people can't die, two taels of silver a month, that he put his heart back in his stomach and continued the movements in his hands, but this action of clearing the snow made Old Man Yun sweep out the feeling of writing calligraphy.

It's almost humming a little song!

Old Man Yun: Hey, I know that my wife is still the most important thing in my heart, and the surname Xiao is the wool that my wife is eyeing!

What Old Man Yun thinks in his heart, Mrs. Zhao doesn't know.

At this time, in a remote mountain village hundreds of miles away from Yunjia Village, many men, women, and children were carrying their bags in horror, and their footsteps hurriedly fled in all directions.

Even if the snow was knee-high, it could not stop the men from leaving their homeland, and from time to time there were miserable cries in the village behind them, mixed with coughs and moans of pain.

In a fairly sturdy yard, an old man in the house who was about to die was lying on the kang in pain, and his exposed skin was covered with dense pus, some of which had already flowed out of yellow thick water.

There was a man in his thirties standing outside the door, walking around in front of the door with an anxious face, and the old man in the house shouted weakly: "Zhi'er, hurry. Hurry up with the kids. Leave the village with your mother and go. The county government will report what happened in the village to the county magistrate cough cough" Before the old man could finish his words, he was interrupted by a sudden cough.

The man outside the door asked anxiously, "Dad, how are you?" Don't talk anymore! ”

"My son knows it, but my son can't rest assured that you, I'm going to take my child and my mother away, and you're the only one left, what should you do alone? The son couldn't do it. The man said with tears in his eyes and a choked voice.

"Zhi'er, listen. Listen to Daddy, this. It's the plague! Daddy can't live, you ...... You haven't been infected yet, so get out of here! Daddy is already like this, Daddy...... Dad is the village head, and before my dad dies, he has to report the plague in Mingyuan Village! Think about the kids! ”

The old man said these words with almost all his strength! The man outside the door had already burst into tears, and finally gritted his teeth, knelt in front of the house and shouted: "Dad, my son is not filial!" ”

After shouting, he kowtowed three times, his forehead was red, the man got up and wiped his tears with his sleeve, and left the courtyard with his wife and children.

The old man lying in the house, when he heard his son's words, smiled with relief, looked at the roof with godless eyes, and didn't know how much more he still had to live!!

The plague in their village came suddenly, and many older people were hit.

From the first day of snowfall, there were people who had cough and fever one after another, at first they thought it was a cold wind, but the snow was really big, they couldn't get out of the village, their village was remote, the road was not easy to walk, and it was mostly a mountain road with cliffs.

If it is not snowing, they can still pass normally, but the snow is too big, basically the mountain road is closed, unless they risk their lives to touch the stone wall to wade over, otherwise going out of the village is equivalent to walking on a knife edge, one is not good, and the people will be gone.

There is no doctor in the village, and many old people use the soil method to boil green onion water to drink, and feel that it will pass after boiling.

Who knows, the condition is getting worse and worse, coughing up blood, developing abscesses, people are getting more and more serious, and they don't know why, and the same situation has occurred one after another when they first come into contact with these sick people.

But the village chief didn't know how he was recruited, he didn't come into contact with those patients, and after he developed symptoms, he asked his son to isolate him alone, and his daily food was also delivered to the window, and he himself was opening the window to bring it in.

At first, he could still move, but then after only three days, people couldn't get out of bed, but fortunately he was decisive, and resolutely lived alone and locked the door, otherwise the whole family would have been tricked at this time.

But seeing that more and more people were infected, the people in the village began to panic, and those who felt that they were okay directly packed their bags and left the village, even if they walked on the mountain road, they didn't want to be in the village.

If you can still live on the mountain road, but if you stay in the village, you will die, and many people have left, of course, there are also women who are reluctant to have their own men and children.

The village chief himself has selfish intentions, and if he can let his sons, grandchildren, and wives live with his life, it will be worth it.

However, he is also afraid that the people who flee will infect more people, he is also a person who has experienced the war and fled the famine, and he also knows the horror of the plague, he can't live his conscience, let his son escape, and also inform the county magistrate of the situation in Mingyuan Village, which is his last duty as the village head.

Maybe his son will also be imprisoned, but I think his son will make arrangements.

Thinking of this, the village chief of Mingyuan Village slowly closed his eyes, tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, and he completely lost his life.

On the other side, Yunxi took an opportunity to call Martha, who had not been seen for many days, her image was more majestic, her eyes were sharp, her body had grown a little, and her two eagle claws were as sharp as triangular hooks, and she felt that with one claw, she could easily scratch the animal's skull.

Yunxi looked at the more powerful and domineering Martha, her big eyes were shining, and she stepped forward curiously and touched Martha's body, under the black and white wings were strong muscles, Yunxi praised again and again without hesitation, and Martha, who was originally as cold as a snow-capped mountain on the top of a mountain, immediately stinky and don't want it.

Alright, it's still her sand sculpture! That's right!

Chapter 194, I don't know what the reason is in the review, if the little partner sees the missing chapter, it has not been approved.

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