After about half an hour of walking, I was finally able to see a small village, and the sky was completely white.

This small village is relatively remote, separated from the county government office for dozens of miles, and it will take at least nearly a day to ventilate the news if you only need to trek on your legs.

The boss waved his hand, and several people rode tired horses and slowly walked towards the village.

When several villagers saw these bloodstained officials, they were so frightened that they didn't dare to move, and the hoe in their hands leaned against their feet, just staring at these people blankly.

"May I ask my husband, who is the village chief in this village?"

The boss took the lead, looked at an old man with gray hair among the villagers and asked, the old man came back to his senses and replied in a somewhat trembling voice: "Report, report to the master, there is no village chief in the village." ”

Hearing his words, several Jinyi guards showed a wry smile, such a small village, no village chief can understand, but I am afraid that the county does not care about their life or death, this land is tantamount to being forgotten.

"Then there must be a steward in the village. ”

"Yes, yes, yes, that's my old father. ”

"Can you take us to him?"

The old man picked up the hoe, nodded again and again, and said resignedly: "Master, please here, please here." ”

When they entered the village, they found that the village was smaller than they imagined, with only a dozen families at most, all gathered together, which seemed very crowded but very humane.

The fields are crisscrossed, but the crops in the fields are shrouded in thick snow, and the villagers can only do other things. The old man put the hoe in the corner of the wall and pushed the door in.

I saw an old man with a white beard in the simple room, lying in a bed full of patches of torn quilts, and when he saw these uninvited guests, a pair of deeply sunken eyes, he tried to open them wide, and after seeing clearly, he was so frightened that he hurriedly sat up.

Thirteen hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: "You don't have to sit up, you are an elder, it's cold, you still nest in the quilt." ”

"Thank you, thank you, but the little old man doesn't dare, I'll get up and pour water for you. ”

As he spoke, he lifted the quilt and staggered to pour water, but his son had already poured several bowls of boiling water, and the white-haired old man beckoned everyone to sit down as if he had been granted amnesty.

There were only two benches in the house, and when the old man saw this, he hurriedly told his son to go to the next house to borrow a bench, and his son said yes and ran out.

"My lord, forgive me, the people in the mountains don't even have a little tea, only boiled water. The white-haired old man said with some trepidation, constantly secretly looking at everyone, he didn't know why these officials suddenly came here, and his heart kept drumming.

Several people were already thirsty, although they carried a wine bag with them, but they had already drunk it halfway, and they had swallowed snowflakes in desperation, and now they could drink hot water, but they were not too picky.

"Husband, do you have any fodder, can you feed our horses some fodder and water?" asked the one-armed eighteen, who was more thoughtful and thoughtful than thirteen, and naturally had to take good care of the horses, and hoped to escape further with them in the future.

"It's all dry straw, can you wait a little longer, and I'll tell my son to cut some hay and come back." ”

After the old man said this, the old man who went out to borrow the bench just now had borrowed three benches and came back, and the white-haired old man told him to mow the grass, and when he heard his father's words, he who had passed middle age and looked a little old, immediately said: "I'll call them back and let them go, there are many people to do." ”

After finishing speaking, he forgot to run on the path east of the village, and Lao Jiu asked curiously, "Who are they?"

The white-haired old man who was old and long-haired said: "It's my daughter-in-law and two grandsons, and now they are helping to build a house in Wang Ertu's house, because the wind and snow were too strong before, and it crushed the roof of their house. ”

After a while, the middle-aged old man called back three people, a middle-aged old woman and two young men who were about the same age, looked at everyone dumbfounded, and the middle-aged old man said dissatisfiedly: "Why are you still staying, the master asked us to mow the grass, and quickly prepare the sickle and bamboo basket." ”

"Dad, what are you doing mowing the grass, didn't the cattle in our village die a few days ago?" asked a young man a little blankly.

"Cut the grass and feed the horses, don't you see the adults' horses tethered outside, what are the eyes for?" said the white-haired old man, who was his grandfather, a little angry.

The three of them reacted, didn't dare to look at it again, hurriedly picked up the sickle and bamboo basket from home, and walked outside. Thirteen looked at their figures and said, "I'm sorry for you." ”

Frightened, the three of them quickened their pace, almost trotting towards the mountain.

And some nearby villagers also saw these officials enter Lao Yang's house, and they all avoided watching the movement from afar.

"These fierce officers and soldiers shouldn't be here to rob people, right?"

I don't know who muttered in such a low voice, and it was immediately heard by the people next to him, and within a moment, everyone with a big girl and a little daughter-in-law at home closed the door tightly and watched the situation through the crack in the window.

The baby Feng Mu originally stopped crying, but at this time, he cried again, he felt very hungry, he had drunk milk a few hours ago, and now it has been digested.

Hearing his cry, Sister Qi coaxed carefully, but it had no effect, she frowned, and asked the old man: "Old lady, is there a daughter-in-law in the village who has given birth to a child to feed this baby milk?"

The old man shook his head slightly and said, "Although there is a new daughter-in-law in the village, she has only been through the door for three months, where is there milk to feed the baby." ”

"There's always some rice soup in the house, feed this baby a little. Lao Jiu added.

"There is not much surplus food at home, and there is nothing left over from every meal, but Xiao Lao'er can go and boil some gruel now, and the adults will wait for a while. ”

The old man said, and the middle-aged old man on the side stopped: "Dad, your body is not good, I'll go." ”

The two three-year-old children, who had already been hugged by Thirteen and sat on the bench, were each munching on a piece of dried mutton in their hands, not feeling hungry, but not crying or making trouble.

That's the credit of Thirteen, the sheep he killed at the beginning, the dried meat that was baked, he tied it to his horse, and solved a lot of hunger problems, but the last two pieces were given to the two children, and several adults had already endured hunger for a day.

Feng Mu cried loudly, he wanted to die, hunger was like a hungry wolf, attacking him, making him powerless to resist. He was speechless at this time, and he was really very uncomfortable.

After a while, the gruel was finally cooked, and Thirteen went to help the old man put the gruel out, and Sister Qi sat on the stool, dipped the rice soup with chopsticks, and fed it to the baby's mouth little by little.

After Feng Mu was full, he couldn't control his urine and urine, in fact, this was not the first time, he had appeared a few times on the way around, but after this time, there was no diaper for him to change.

Poor Thirteen One Underwear was cut into diapers, and there was no time to change and wash it halfway, so it was thrown away one by one, and it was gone by here. But Feng Mu was not cold, because his biological mother in this world left him a mink fur. Sister Qi wrapped the baby in this mink fur, and after a long escape, fortunately this tenacious child is still alive.

The old man smiled bitterly and said, "If you don't mind, the little old man still has some rags on the soles of his shoes, which can be used as diapers for this child." ”

When Sister Qi took the rags from the old man's hands and helped Feng Mu change them, the three people who went out to cut the grass also came back, and the bamboo baskets of the three of them were filled with forage that was not verdant, but still fresh.

Eighteen, who had a broken arm, took the fodder and went to feed the horses himself, and the whole group endured hunger and did not ask too much. It was also at this time that Thirteen's stomach rumbled.

"It's really uncompromising, I'll let you scream, I'll let you embarrass me. Thirteen slapped his stomach, then looked up and smiled at the old man, and said, "Let the old man see the joke, but we are really hungry for a day." ”

The old lady reacted, and hurriedly instructed her daughter-in-law to cook, and also instructed to cut some yellow beef and fry a few side dishes. The daughter-in-law was a little embarrassed, but looking at these military masters who were officials, she didn't dare to say anything, so she could only nod and agree.

Put the baby Feng Mu and the two children on the old lady's bed, and Sister Qi also lay down, although there were many people, they were all children, and they didn't feel crowded. After a long period of running around and tiring, once they relax, they quickly fall asleep.

Several brocade guards also sat on the bench and closed their eyes to recuperate, only the boss stood at the door, looking at the distant peaks and mountains, looking at the snow melted by the sun, and whispered meaningfully: "The snow is clear, and the future will be a good spring." ”