After dressing as a widow

The room suddenly fell into dead silence, and no one could accept that someone who was once acquainted with him left in such a way.

Zhong Yan YouQi was silent, he showed a depressed look that he had never seen before.

Wang Qin said: "We were lucky, we didn't encounter those violent bandits after that, but we didn't have water or food, we didn't even have the strength to dig tree roots, so we could only eat weeds on the road."

That is to say, when they persisted for another four or five days, they were so desperate that they fell to the ground waiting to die, and Lin Xiaoyao, who was only half alive, appeared.

Wang Qin couldn't forget the appearance of Lin Xiaoyao when he appeared, his eyes were dull, his neck and hands were covered with blood, and the shoulder straps of the basket on his shoulders had been rubbed into his flesh due to long-term rubbing.

He didn't seem to see them, but slipped and fell while walking on the mountain path, fell from the middle of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, and hit the bushes next to them.

Also because of the small amount of water and food in his back basket, several people were able to generate extra strength and reached the Majin River channel.

What happened next, Lin Zhen probably knew about it even if they didn't talk about it.

The Majin River didn't dry up, they could replenish enough water there, and then set off back to Anyuan Town again.

According to the time calculation, the refugee army had already arrived in the town at that time, and they were safe on the way from Majinhe to Anyuan Town.

And Lin Xiaoyao asked about the detailed topography and the news of the places where the refugee army gathered from himself, and avoided the refugee army with a high probability.

But because there are not many things that can be carried in the back basket, he must have saved and saved when he went, so that he had some life-saving food and water left when he found Wang Qinzhongyan and the others.

However, these are just my own guesses, how Lin Xiaoyao got to the place where Wang Qinzhongyan and the others fell, only he knows.

They are all in poor health, and they feel sleepy again after breakfast.

If it wasn't for the fact that Ma Min was in a coma last night and couldn't move easily, Aunt Ma, who wanted to bring Ma Min home at that moment, stood up, walked up to Lin Zhen and said, "Brother Zhen, I'll take their mothers back first." , and when they get better, I will bring them here to thank you."

Whether it was Lin Zhen and the others who rescued Ma Min from the gangsters on the road, or Lin Xiaoyao finally found them and gave the two of them the water and food that supported them to walk to the Majin River, it was all the Ma family's unending kindness.

Aunt Ma and Carpenter Ma liked the Lin family because of Lin Zhen, and then accepted Lin Zhuzi as an apprentice.

Lin Zhen looked at the emaciated Ma Min: "Auntie, please take Ma Min back to rest, we will have plenty of time to reunite in the future."

"Yes, we have plenty of time, and the days are still long." Aunt Ma was still dissatisfied. Compared with those poor children, Ma Min and the children returned to her side even though they escaped death.

Aunt Ma turned around and helped Ma Min up, while Carpenter Ma hugged the child who woke up and just looked around with his eyes open, not crying at all.

Ma Min, who was supported by Aunt Ma, suddenly said to Lin Zhen: "Brother Zhen, it is not easy for Xiaoyao to find us."

"..." Lin Zhen looked into Ma Min's eyes, and his heart trembled.

After a while, he nodded: "I know."

Most of Ma Min's body was leaning against Aunt Ma, and the backs of the family of four quickly disappeared into the Lin's yard.

After Wang Qin finished talking about the things along the way, he slumped on the chair like Zhong Yan, completely lost his soul, staring at the roof with empty eyes.

No one can empathize with those who have not seen the bodies of the countless fleeing people who have fallen on the roadside, and have not seen their relatives with their heads in different places in front of them.

At this time, any consolation was futile, Lin Zhen asked Brother Lin to send Zhong Yan back to the house to lie down, lie down for a few days and wait for his body to recover a bit before making plans.

Wang Qin did the same, barely stuffed something, then leaned back on the chair drowsily, and was also helped back to lie down with Zhong Yan.

The joy of returning was diluted by the death of an acquaintance. Lin Zhen sat on the stool, and the dead Mrs. Chen, the two brothers and daughters, and Wang Li and others appeared in his mind unexpectedly. .

After a while, Lin Zhen fetched some water, sat by the bed and wiped the sweat from Lin Xiaoyao's face and neck.

After waking up and passing out last night, he hasn't woken up, and his brows were tightly frowned in his sleep, and cold sweat broke out layer by layer.

Lin Zhen reached out to touch his face, and went out with the already dirty water.

Naturally, the water can't be thrown away, but it's all poured into a bucket, boiled to wash feet, and water the vegetable seeds that Lin Zhen sprinkled in the broken bucket.

Seeing that there are not many vegetables left at home, and God has never rained, he can only recycle the waste water. If he can grow a la carte, it will be an extra gain.

Looking at the mountains in the distance and the fields nearby.

It has been almost half a year since the drought was discovered, and the Double Ninth Festival will be half a month away.

Although the weather is gradually getting colder with the seasons, we don't know when it will rain, and when everyone's life will return to the past.

Lin Zhen put the basin in the corner, and went into the room to discuss with Mrs. Lin and Mrs. Lin about making dry food for Gu Lin and the others.

The Lin family stored a lot of food because he called Lin Xiaoyao back in advance to inform them of the possible drought, but eating so many people every day was a big waste, so he had to estimate the food.

Mrs. Lin, Mrs. Lin who heard his words, said: "The grain our family harvested last year was not sold. There are a total of [-] shi. Originally, half of it was going to be sold for silver. After Xiaoyao came back with your words, I will keep it all." gone."

"Later, I went to the town and bought eight or nine shi. Our family has about [-] shi of grain in total."

Once it is 160 catties, forty stones of grain is more than 400 catties, not counting the harvested fungus, dried bamboo shoots, mushrooms, and salt-dried vegetables made at home.

To be able to harvest so much grain, it has to be said that compost has played the biggest role. Originally, more than ten acres of land could only harvest less than ten stones of grain, and it has doubled.

Lin Zhen couldn't help but wonder if Dayu's ability to resist such natural disasters would be greatly enhanced if he used compost and cultivated intensively in other places.

"How much food is left at home?"

Mrs. Lin: "There are about eighteen or nine shi, enough to eat."

Lin Zhen breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words: "So much food is enough to last for a year or so."

He said: "Gu Lin and the others are leaving at noon. Let's make some dry food for them. It's the same as what my second sister-in-law and I did last time. Sorghum and buckwheat cakes are easy to make and keep for a long time."

"Okay." Lin Zhen made a decision, and Mrs. Lin and Mrs. Lin nodded without hesitation.

Not to mention anything else, just say that the gang of soldiers led by Gu Lin saved so many people in their Lin family, the food is not worth mentioning.

Gu Lin and the others were leaving at noon, and there was not enough time. Aunt Lin dragged out the grain and shouted, "Chunxiang Xingxiang Zhuzi, come and help pick up the bad sorghum rice."

Lin Ersao also called Huaixiang and Lin Shitou.

The children are all grown up and work quickly. They help drag and pour the grain into the pots, and then pick up the bad sorghum rice and buckwheat with insect eyes into the pots on the side.

These broken people eat the diaphragm, but they can be kept to feed pigs and chickens in the future.

The Lin family also fed them before, but before Lin Zhen and the others came back, they had already slaughtered them, and the meat that can still be seen now and then was smoked bacon at that time.

Suddenly, when Lin Zhen and his group were busy picking up bad sorghum, rice and buckwheat, Gu Lin came over with a small stool, sat next to Lin Zhen, and picked it up too.

He is tall and has long legs. Sitting on a small stool, his two long legs bent up in grievance, picking up grains one by one with a solemn expression.

Lin Zhen paused and did not speak.

Mrs. Lin was a little apprehensive about this nephew, she felt that he was not easy to get close to, and she didn't talk too much, but she naturally greeted everyone when they came, and said in a tense voice: "Shuanzi, you don't have any injuries on your body, go and rest. Here we can do it."

"It's okay, stretch your muscles."

"Oh." Mrs. Lin didn't know how to answer the conversation, she just kept her head depressed and did her own thing.

Lin Zhuzi, Lin Shitou and Gu Lin are fairly familiar. The three of them had stayed in Zhenyouwei Snack Restaurant in the town for almost a year, but Lin Zhuzi still understood Gu Lin's indifferent temperament, and he was as sullen as Mrs. Lin officer.

Lin Shitou used to be a rough and nervous person, but after a few years of experience, he became a self-professional. He asked Gu Lin: "Cousin Shuanzi, did you meet many villains in the mountains?"

"The few are like the ones that appeared in the village that day, thirty or fifty, and there are more than a hundred."

"With knives in hand?"

"Ah."

"Aren't you afraid, Cousin Shuanzi?"

Gu Lin's voice didn't fluctuate at all: "I'm afraid of them, I die, they are afraid of me, they die."

Maybe there were more people killed, Gu Lin's breath became colder than before, and he was also more difficult to approach. Lin Shitou, who dealt with all kinds of people in the shop every day, was a little bit overwhelmed.

But Lin Chunxiang, Lin Xingxiang, and Lin Huaixiang didn't lean this way at all, but quietly looked at this cousin who might meet once a year.

They all know that the third aunt in the family is very capable, and people in the village have nothing to say about it. They also know that the third aunt has gone to Fucheng to open a shop, and every year when he comes back, he brings them beautiful clothes, hairbands, and some novelties gadgets.

In the eyes of Lin Huaixiang and the others, the third aunt is the most handsome brother in the village. Many times they quietly heard someone come to ask Ah Mo about the third aunt's marriage, but Ah Mo stopped them all.

Lin Huaixiang and the others all hope that they will become a person like Third Aunt in the future, capable and good-looking, who will be liked wherever they go.

There were a lot of people, and the few sacks of sorghum, rice, and buckwheat were picked up quickly. They were washed and boiled in a pot until the core could be smashed with fingers, and then steamed in a wooden barrel for steaming rice.

The smell of the grain diffused, and because Gu Lin was still injured, he didn't carry the grain to the stove, but sat in front of the fire pit to add firewood.

Sister-in-law Lin and sister-in-law Lin and a few children went out to wash the leftover grain, and Lin Zhen was stirring the second pot of sorghum rice here to prevent it from sticking to the pot.