Stock up on goods worth RMB 10 trillion in the last days, and the family will sit around and eat hot

Woo! Woo! Woo!

The strong wind roared like a ghost crying and a wolf howling.

The snow fell heavily, freezing everywhere.

The temperature reached minus 65 degrees.

Muning hugged the child tightly and protected him in his arms, but even though he was wrapped in clothes and covered himself with a quilt, he still felt the cold invading from all directions.

My limbs were trembling from the cold, my ears were red and cold, and itchy and painful, as if they were about to freeze off.

"Mom, I'm cold..."

The child cried out cold in her arms, looking at the child whose face was pale from the cold, his whole body was shivering, and he huddled up.

Her heart throbbed.

As an out-and-out native of Hai City, she has not evolved the anti-freezing physique of ordinary people living in the polar regions.

She couldn't bear the cold.

"Mom hugs."

The breath from her mouth turned into ice as soon as it touched the air, and she held the child tightly in her arms.

She looked at the empty "home". She had chopped down the furniture in the past two days to make a fire, and there was nothing left to burn today.

There were only her and the child in this room.

She knew very well that they were "abandoned" and no one wanted to live with them for fear of trouble or being a drag on them.

Yes, she finally escaped from the sea market, but her husband, parents, and parents-in-law were all buried in the corpse's mouth. Now she doesn't even have anyone to rely on.

In the past two days, she could still do some simple tasks in exchange for a meager amount of food, but from today on, her hands were too frozen to do anything.

Her hands and feet were frostbitten and would fester if no action was taken.

The deeper despair in her heart was that if she continued like this, she and her child would freeze to death in this room.

She wanted to cry, but she didn't dare. She was afraid that her tears would freeze, causing frostbite on her face and freezing her eyes.

The last days are extremely difficult, and for a mother like her who is raising a child alone, it is even more difficult.

"Mom, I'm thirsty..."

The child is only 6 years old. He has been hungry all day and has not received any water - there is no labor and no food distribution. Even if he labors, there may not be food. Although there is ice outside, the ice needs to be burned to get water.

If you lick it directly, your tongue will be stuck to the ice and you won't be able to tear it off.

"Suck it up, baby."

The child looked at her with a pair of dark eyes and said nothing. As a young child, after experiencing the death of his loved ones one by one, he quickly became mature and sensible.

In the past, the child was held in the palm of the family's hand and had endless amounts of delicious food. He had to chase after him to feed him every meal. But now, even a cup of hot water is a luxury.

He looked at his mother. She had frostbite on her face, ears, and hands, and her cheeks were thin.

Such a beautiful and fashionable mother, but now she looks like she is out of shape.

He felt distressed.

His mother told him to endure it, so he endured it.

Although his stomach growled with hunger.

For more than a month, he couldn't eat enough every day.

"Hot, so hot, so hot!"

Someone yelled outside, taking off clothes one by one.

Rolling on the ground, as if enjoying a hot spring, with an expression of enjoyment on his face.

Soon he became motionless, as if asleep, with a layer of frost covering his body.

Muning closed her eyes. She knew very well that he was a person who couldn't stand the cold. His brain sent wrong instructions, giving him the illusion of heat.

He would take off his clothes one by one, eventually freezing to death in the cold wind.

This kind of thing has happened many times, especially tonight.

This gave Muning the illusion that dying like this would be a happier thing. It would be better than living so hopelessly!

Seeing the child's sharp little face, I immediately gave up the idea.

No, she couldn't die. She couldn't just sit there and wait for death. Otherwise, how could she have the nerve to see her relatives under the Nine Springs.

"Baby, wait for mom...Mom go out for a while..."

Muning bit his lip.

The lame man upstairs coveted her beauty and gave her several hints that he would give her some food if she was willing.

The lame man was ugly, uneducated, and vulgar. As an urban gold-collar worker, she once made 30 yuan a month, but she would not even look at him.

But the lame man awakened his C-level powers and assumed the identity of a small team member, so he could get a lot of food and coal every day.

Now she can't control so much. Since she's not even afraid of death, how can she be afraid of sleeping with others.

Is it sad? It's sad.

Is it painful? It’s painful.

But for the sake of the children and for myself, I have to endure it even if I pinch my nose.

"It would be nice if it could be warmer..."

She thought a little extravagantly, and then walked out the door with a wry smile.

Extravagant hopes are nothing but extravagant hopes.

Now, warmth is also a luxury.

She was about to open the door, but the child suddenly said: "Mom, I feel so warm."

Muning's heart twitched. Could it be that the child couldn't hold on anymore?

She rushed over in three steps and two steps at a time, and sure enough she saw the child pulling back the quilt and taking off his clothes.

For a moment, her face turned pale.

"What are you doing?!"

She rushed over and pressed the quilt tightly.

"Don't take it off, did you hear me? Don't take it off!"

The child looked at her in confusion, with a happy smile on his face: "But Mom, I'm so hot. It's really not cold now, it's very warm!"

"warm?"

Mu Ning was so distressed that he almost shuddered. In his nervous state, he really didn't realize that the room had become warmer.

She worked hard to press the child's quilt, and there was already a thin layer of sweat on her body.

Until the sweat increased and dripped from my forehead.

She was stunned.

He stretched out his hand and wiped the sweat on his face.

"sweat?"

Muning was incredible.

"Mom, it's so hot."

The child's cheeks were red and his hair was wet with sweat.

Apparently, he was too hot.

She immediately pulled back the quilt and felt a rush of heat.

She sweated even more and immediately took off a few pieces of clothing.

"What's going on? Is the cold wave over?"

She looked out the window, but there was no sign of it. It was still snowing outside.

"Wait a minute, mommy is going to get some ice and bring it into the house to melt it."

In any case, the house became hot and the biggest survival problem was solved. Muning thanked God in his heart, took the basin and planned to go outside to catch some melted snow to drink.

L.

At this time, she heard a sound of water dripping outside the window.

When I went over to take a look, I discovered that a red plum had stuck out from outside.

The red plums are like fire, not metaphorically, but the flowers on them actually release flames, and the radiated temperature heats up the room, reaching a temperature of 24 to 5 degrees.

Outside the window, a huge red plum tree stood proudly in the wind and snow, extending its branches into each room, releasing heat.

The red flowers are scorching with heat, but they are the warmest place in this severe cold.

Pfft!

She knelt down and thanked the red plum tree deeply.

She didn't know where it came from, but it was the fact that it saved their mother and son.