The north wind howled, and the snow fell silently.

The heavens and the earth were silvery white, the dead branches were covered with falling snow, and the empty land was dead and silent.

No matter how cold the weather is, or how deep the snow is, people always have to eat, and in order to eat, even if the weather is cold, there will be people who come out to make a living.

From a distance came a man carrying a burden, and looking at his burden, it should be heavy, and he was hunched over, and his feet staggered through the snow.

Judging by the smell of his body and burden, this is an old man who sells oil.

The north wind blew and lifted the hem of his garment.

He was very old, his face was furrowed, he looked weather-beaten, and although he was staggering, he walked in a hurry.

Judging by his appearance, he should have made an appointment with the customer, so he left in such a hurry.

The snow was so thick that you could barely see the outline of the road. It can be seen that he often walks in this area and is familiar with the roads.

He walked hurriedly, one foot deep, one foot shallow.

Suddenly he stumbled, he tripped over something under his feet and fell to the ground, and sadly, the oil burden fell over, and the oil in the bucket spilled all over the ground.

He didn't care about the pain in his body, got up, picked up the oil drum, and looked at Huang Chengcheng's soybean oil spilled on the ground, he couldn't help but scold: "The one who suffered a thousand knives stumbled me, and I spilled oil!" ”

He scolded loudly, but it was only the north wind that responded to him.

He leaned down to see what had tripped him.

It didn't matter, and it startled him, because he saw that it was clearly a person who tripped him.

The man lay there motionless. He knew in his heart that this must be a homeless person who was hungry and cold, frozen to death by the heavy snow.

Although the man tripped over him, he suddenly felt compassion, and he felt that he could not let this frozen man lie down on the road, but that he had to lie in the wilderness by the roadside.

Thinking of this, he reached out and dragged the man's feet and dragged him into the wilderness by the roadside.

Suddenly the man groaned, and the old man was no longer afraid, knowing that the man had not completely frozen to death.

He quickly swept the snow off the man's face, and when he saw the man's true face, he was taken aback, it turned out to be a young man.

He quickly touched the young man's heart, and his heart was warm, according to his experience, this young man would definitely come back to life.

Save a life, win a seventh-level floating slaughter. At this moment, the old man had this idea, and when he saw the outline of the young man's face, he knew that he must have a fate with this young man.

But how to take the oil burden and this young man away, he has some difficulties, if he sends the oil away first, and leaves this young man here, it will not be long before the young man will be frozen.

A thought flashed through me, it was still important to save people. Thinking of this, take the oil drum and the flat pole to the side of the road and bury them with snow, and the snow will be so heavy that no one will find out.

He turned to pick up the boy, who was not too heavy. Although he is old, he is used to working hard, and he does not find it difficult.

He squeezed the boy on his shoulders and walked back the way he came.

There was a jolt, and the boy woke up.

"Where is this? Where are you going to take me? The young man who woke up struggled for a while, but the old man couldn't hold it anymore and threw him to the ground.

The young man got up on his bones, and the old man was a little strange, how could a person who was about to freeze to death recover so quickly.

"How are you?" The old man did not answer his question, but asked him about his condition with concern.

"What am I doing, I'm fine! Where is this? Where are you taking me? The boy asked a series of rhetorical questions.

"Where is this? You say where! The old man was a little impatient: "This is the great country of Chuxia, and we are all the people of the great country of Chuxia!" ”

"This is the big country of Chuxia, the big country of Chuxia in the picture, have I been to the big country of Chuxia?" The young man's series of exclamations were a little unreasonable in the eyes of the old man.

"Our Chuxia country is thousands of miles away, you have been to the Chuxia country, have you ever walked out of the Chuxia country?" The old man is from a business background, and naturally he is also eloquent.

"Grandpa, the great country of Chuxia I have seen is in the picture, and I came here from the picture!" The teenager continued.

"You speak incoherently, it seems that you are frozen and confused, this is a big country in Chuxia, and our ancestors have lived here for generations", the old man continued.

"Grandpa, do you know Fengjiabao? I'm from Fengjiabao! The boy said eagerly.

"Where do I know what Fengjiabao is, I understand, you came out of Fengjiabao, are you surnamed Feng!"

"Yes, grandpa, my surname is Feng, my name is Feng Qingluan, just now I fell into the abyss from the picture, and then I felt cold, but I fell asleep, and when I woke up, it was on your shoulder!"

Feng Qingluan said, and slowly remembered his grandfather Feng Wutu in Fengjiabao, it seems that what grandpa said is true, he has arrived in the great country of Chuxia.

"Coincidentally, coincidentally, I also have the surname Feng, but I don't have a name, everyone calls me Feng Wu Laohan, since we met, then we also have fate, you are now homeless, then follow me, I am an oil seller, follow me to do small business in the future, and I can also support my family!" Feng Wu's old man saw Feng Qingluan's clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and he liked it very much.

Feng Qingluan understood that he couldn't go back to Fengjiabao, and it seemed that what his grandfather said to him was true.

"Child, I see that you have nowhere to go, just follow me home, you will freeze to death everywhere in such ice and snow!" The five old men said pitifully.

Feng Qingluan Bingxue is smart, he knows that he can't go back to Fengjiabao, when he first arrived in the big country of Chuxia, he met the old man of Fengwu, it was clear that God favored him and found him a place to stay.

He hurriedly kowtowed to the old man Feng Wu in the snow.

"Grandpa, you can take me in, Qingluan is grateful!" The old man of Feng Wu laughed, and said in his mouth: "I can't imagine that I, a lonely old man, also have a grandson!" ”

He saw that Feng Qingluan was back as before, so he went back with him to find the oil drum and go home together.

An old man and a young man carried oil drums and walked three miles east in the snow, with a few huts in front.

"Luan'er, the front is our home!" The old man of Feng Wu pointed to a thatched hut and said.

Feng Qingluan looked at the hut, only to see that the wall was low, where could it be compared with the house in Fengjiabao, at this moment, seeing the house they lived in, only to know that what grandpa said was not bad.

The two entered the hut, and when Feng Qingluan looked, he saw that the hut was dark, the light was dim, and there was a kang coiled in the house, and there was nothing else.

"Luan'er, you sit down and rest, I'll cook for you!" The old man of Feng Wu said, lit the fire, there was firewood by the stove, there was a fire at the bottom of the stove, and the house was warm.

The light in the room was too dim, and the old man of Feng Wu lit an oil lamp, and the lamp was as bright as a bean.

After a while, the old man of Feng Wu brought food, which was bean cake dumplings mixed with bran.

Eating the bean cake dumplings, Feng Qingluan knew that there was such a coarse food in the world that was difficult to swallow, and he really couldn't imagine that the people here would have such a hard time.

"Luan'er, this is the best food I can get! Some people here don't even have this! The old man Feng Wu could see his expression.

"Grandpa, how can you eat such a thing, don't you have white flour and meat dishes?" Feng Qingluan is young after all, where does he know how to be sophisticated.

"Child, the white noodles you mentioned, I have seen them in some big old people's houses, but I don't know the taste of white noodles, you are young, I don't know that over the years, our Chuxia great country has risen together, the princes have been divided, and they have been fighting for many years, and the people have long been bored, we are still good here, but they are also rampant bandits, in such a world, it is worth one more day to live!" Feng Wu said with some despair.

"Grandpa, you saved my life, I will definitely let you live a good life in the future!" Feng Qingluan swore and said.

"Good boy, grandpa is satisfied with your words, look at it, this burden of selling oil, I can't pick it up, if you have a heart, I will pass this burden to you, although you don't earn much, but you can also ask for food and clothing, it is best to have firewood and hot food in such a snowy day!" Feng Wu said with anticipation.

"Grandpa, don't worry, the purpose of my coming here is to let you eat and sleep well, and I promise that people like you will have a good life!" Feng Qingluan still said seriously.

To the ears of the old man in Fengwu, this kind of language is like a child speaking, and it can't be taken seriously, but the old man who is used to being lonely feels particularly useful when he hears such words.

"Okay, grandpa is waiting for that day, waiting to enjoy your blessings!" Feng Wu and Feng Qingluan joked, one old and one young happy.

The old man opened the door and looked outside, the snow had stopped, and the wind had stopped.

"The snow has stopped, the wind has stopped, and the scourge is coming out!" He closed the door and muttered.

"Grandpa, who is the scourge?" Feng Qingluan was a little curious, and couldn't help asking.

"Child, you don't care, remember that you lie on the kang, no matter what happens, you don't care!" Feng Qingluan heard what Feng Wu Old Man said solemnly, so he had no choice but to nod.

"Lie down! Take a break! It's a pity, there is only one broken quilt, and our grandfather has no choice but to settle it! As he spoke, the five old men straightened out the broken covers on the kang.

The cover was indeed rotten and smelled greasy. An old man and a young man lay on the kang, Feng Qingluan covered a corner, and the old man blew out the light.

"Grandpa, how many of you have here? Why can't I hear the sound of chickens and dogs jumping? Feng Qingluan asked with some curiosity.

"Oh, where there are chickens and dogs, it's good if people can live!" In the dark, the old man of Feng Wu sighed, a young man fell from the sky to accompany him to talk and relieve his boredom, he had an indescribable happiness in his heart, although he didn't know how long this young man could accompany him.

"Grandpa, hearing you say this, is there no way to live here?"

"That's right, bandits are rampant, you don't know how difficult it is, you'll know in a few days!" Feng Wu Old Man replied to his words, Feng Qingluan may have been too tired, and gradually fell asleep.