Chapter 470 Faith

Outside Diwozi, the whistling north wind was blowing hard.

To the ears, it is like a ferocious beast that never tires, roaring and roaring constantly; in this peculiar way, it expresses its threat to the foreign refugees like Sang.

Even though the fire in the firepit was burning as vigorously as possible, the temperature in the nest still made Sang feel a little unbearable.

Even at this time, she has already put all her clothes on her body, not a lot...

But even so, in such a difficult environment, Sang felt lucky.

Because she can be sure that no matter how difficult the days are, her family will always be able to survive the severe winter in the Luolei Mountains, and survive in the end.

Isn't it enough to be able to do this in such a time of great change!

More than two months ago, I and the man in charge of the family came here after a long trek along with the tribal migration team with two cubs; the Luolei Mountains, which were full of fierce beasts and barbaric aborigines in the legend, lived .

If there is a choice, who is willing to leave the ancestral land where the ancestors lived, come to such a hellish place, and accept such an unknown fate.

It's just that the whole tribe is not up and down, there is no choice.

The Jingsang tribe where Sang belongs to is just a small tribe with hundreds of people. In the past, it relied on farming. Although life was a bit difficult, it was still able to survive.

After this year, the terrible drought and natural disasters such as locusts have completely bottomed out the food reserves in the tribe.

Not to mention the large amount of grain tribute stipulated by the Tuji tribe, which the Jingsang tribe could not pay no matter what.

In the end, between being slaughtered by the Tuji tribe, or going to the distant Luolei Mountains to try their luck with the crowd, the tribe unanimously chose the latter.

What they didn't expect was that after arriving at the Luolei Mountains, the natives here were actually very friendly.

Not only did they arrange all the refugees into the refugee camp, but there was also a house called Diwozi here, so that everyone would not be frozen to death in the extremely cold weather.

More importantly, when all the refugees were almost out of food, they actually provided free food distribution; the amount of food per day was enough to make everyone half full.

But even so, everyone is very grateful to the Blackstone tribe who made this decision, and to the benevolent Master Wuniu of the Blackstone tribe...

"Mum, I'm very hungry, can I eat roasted sweet potatoes now?" A child's voice interrupted Sang's thoughts.

After hearing the words, Sang quickly looked over, and saw that the two cubs in the family had woken up from a sleep wrapped in animal skins; the delicate cheek skin was full of healthy rosiness.

The reason for this is that the two children were wrapped in a thick animal skin; even this animal skin was given to the refugees by the Blackstone tribe.

Due to the limited number, only families with young cubs like Sang can get such a ticket.

Carefully peeling away the thick ashes on the firepit, a tempting fragrance suddenly came out from several dusty sweet potatoes.

Even without peeling off the outer skin, Sang knows that the sweet potato has been roasted, and the potato meat inside must have been roasted golden. After biting it, the mouth is full of indescribable sweetness.

I have to say that the food provided by the Blackstone Tribe tastes really good; if one must find out one shortcoming, it is that eating this food every day will always cause exhaust in the stomach.

From the sweet potatoes that were pulled out, I picked the two biggest ones and put them in the hands of the cubs. Watching them eat with smiles on their faces, Sang felt that the difficulty in front of her was really nothing.

"Mum, don't you want to eat with us? The steaming baked sweet potato is the best, it's so sweet." The youngest kid, who was only four years old, opened his mouth because of the lack of front teeth, facing San asked.

Sang smiled and replied: "No, I'll wait until your father comes back to eat together. He went to the camp to collect the food distributed today, and he should be back soon."

That's what he said, but Sang looked outside the leaky wooden door, and couldn't help feeling a little haze in his heart.

According to the usual time, the man in his family had already returned to collect the food; after going out for so long today, could it be that something happened to the food distribution?

Thinking of this, Sang's heart felt cold.

Because she has been worried about one thing in her heart. It is said that there are as many as 300,000 refugees in the Blackstone tribe alone; this huge number is almost a thousand times the number of Jingsang tribe.

Sang really didn't know how much food was needed to feed so many people a day, but when she thought about it, it must be an unimaginable amount; did the Blackstone tribe really have so much food in stock?

Now, could it be that the Blackstone Tribe has not enough food? Then how can their family survive in this icy and snowy environment...

Fortunately, this situation didn't last long. Outside the Diwozi, there were rustling footsteps stepping on the snow; then a familiar figure walked into the Diwozi with a chill all over his body.

Before Sang asked her man, why did he go out for so long today.

With a bundle of berries hanging all over her body, she shouted joyfully, "Sang, look what we got today."

"So many things?" Sang pointed to several packages on Li's body, her face full of disbelief.

"Yes." Li's face was full of indescribable joy, and under the watchful eyes of his wife and children, he began to fiddle with today one by one, which was a surprising and unusual harvest.

"This kind of strange box contains something called luncheon meat. According to the people of the Blackstone tribe, it tastes good." Mulberry first said while fiddling with the twelve beautiful boxes in her hand.

However, as soon as the distant word 'meat' was uttered, the two little boys yelled loudly, saying they wanted to eat meat.

Before Sang Hu could put on a face, he scolded these two ignorant brats.

A word that moved her to tears came out of Li's mouth first: "Let them eat! The people of the Black Stone Tribe said that before the end of winter, our family can get so much every day..."

This red luncheon meat tasted very good, even more delicious than what Sang's family expected.

In addition to these, their family of four also received four pieces of clothes with weird materials.

But this is unimportant. The important thing is that this kind of clothes is not only very beautiful, but also makes Sang feel the warmth that she has not seen for a long time after wearing it; it is said that in a few days, new boots will be released.

Finally, when the family was fed and clothed, Mo and the two cubs played with a toy called volleyball; the small nest was filled with heartfelt joy.

At this moment, Sang piously knelt down on the ground, thanking the protection of the spirits of the ancestors; more importantly, she was devoutly thanking the Blackstone tribe, and thanking the master Niu who finally let them have everything.

Such a scene, in the six major refugee camps, in countless nests, is being staged almost at the same time.

And no one noticed at all that the giant statue that looked like Mr. Niu lighted up indistinguishably on the crossing field where Mr. Niu must pass every time he crossed.