Chapter 961 Hard Times

She floated here along the sea and river. Maybe she really survived the catastrophe. She was unconsciously hung on a piece of wood. Her desire to survive made her hug the big wood, and then she followed the sea and river. I don’t know how long she floated, but she was finally picked up by someone here. When they picked her up, the bones in one of her legs were broken, her face was scratched, and her whole body was almost soaked like this. These kind people let her stay in the village and let a local doctor in the village treat her leg. However, the conditions here were too backward after all. After a few months, when she was able to walk, her legs looked like this. The local doctor said that if she could find a big hospital outside, she might be fine. However, in the current weather, the heavy snow must have sealed the mountain. If she wanted to go out, she would be looking for death.

She was injured and had no money, so she couldn't get out of the mountain at all, so she could only wait for the opportunity.

When someone comes in from outside, maybe they can take her out.

However, she asked when someone would enter the mountain.

And people in the village don't know it. Maybe there will be several groups coming in a few months. These people are all for poverty alleviation, or maybe even after a year and a half, no one will come.

However, although they don't know when those people will come, in this season, the winter in the mountains is very cold, and the roads in the mountains in winter are not very easy to walk, so it is impossible for anyone to come here. If you come in at this time, it is certainly impossible to go out at this time.

Winter in the mountains is very dangerous.

If you don't get it right, you will lose your life.

Although Yan Huan had filmed in the mountains before and had frostbite on his frozen hands, he had never been so cold as he was now.

People in the mountains lack food and clothing, and everyone is basically self-sufficient. What the people in the village are looking forward to most is when they will be able to get electricity. However, their place is too remote, and telegraph poles cannot be planted here. .

Yan Huan kept walking forward with great effort, one foot deep and one shallow foot stepping on the thick snow.

As soon as she put her feet in, the snow almost got into her shoes. She gritted her teeth. Even so, she still walked forward one foot at a time.

She picked up a branch from the ground, held it in her arms, and continued walking. She hoped to pick up more branches, so that she would have firewood to burn at night and suffer less.

The winter in the mountains is very long, and it is only December now. Maybe she will have to survive these three months here.

In fact, three months is not a long time. Really, it is not a long time. It is only 90 days. From being unconscious when I first arrived here, to being unable to move or speak, to finally being lame in one leg and ruining my face, And now she has spent nearly half a year here. Although she is sad and cold, she is still alive after all. Compared with death, compared with such an unclear death, she wants to live, even if living is too painful.

She came back with a bundle of firewood, leaving a series of footsteps behind her. It wasn't until she closed the door that the dilapidated doors and windows cut off the cold air outside, and she felt better. After patting the snow on her body, she walked to the stove again, and started to light a fire with trembling fingers. When people here make fire, they use matches, which are brought up by people down the mountain. The village chief kindly I gave her several boxes and she used them very sparingly.

She was afraid that there would be nothing left if she ran out. After all, she was not from the village, so no matter what, she would not be able to get subsidies from the village like other villagers. Besides, other people in the village would not have the same life. What a great time.

Everyone is poor, suffering, and suffering.

With trembling fingers, she struck a match with her almost frozen fingers and carefully lit the fire. Fortunately, she had learned some of these before when she was filming. Although it was acting, But some essential things are still needed, such as making a fire. It is impossible to make a fake fire, so her fire-making skills are pretty good and she didn't waste many matches.

She counted all the matches one by one and used one every day. If she was lucky, the fire might last for several days, allowing her to boil some hot water and make some for herself. something to eat

Just work harder and collect more firewood.

There was a small broken pot on the stove, and the water in the pot was boiling. She took a small jar from one side, opened it, stretched her hand in, took out a small handful of rice, and put it in In the pot, but the rice is not washed, the water used to wash the rice may have washed away a lot of grain.

Anyway, she is thick-skinned and thick-skinned now, so she cannot die from eating it.

That is, she picked up the small jar again and shook it. There was not much rice in it. These rice were given to her by you and me in the village. However, she was really She didn’t know, with just such a small amount of rice, she didn’t know if she could make it through the winter. If she caught a little bit a day, she didn’t know if it would last for ninety days. She would just save some if she could.

As long as the weather improves and the snow melts, she can go down the mountain. After she goes down the mountain, she can go home, right?

The water in the pot was boiling gurglingly, and soon after, she smelled the aroma of rice. She couldn't help but swallow her saliva, because she was really hungry and only ate one meal a day. And she was really hungry after drinking these clear soups. She was still picky about food before. She wouldn't eat this and that. Lu Yi coaxed and lied to get her to eat more. Now thinking about it, she They all want to slap themselves.

Why not eat such good food, why waste it, why picky eaters, why turn a blind eye? Even thinking about it now makes her feel pain in her heart.

She was just holding this small pot, waiting for the rice to be cooked and ready.

The small pot is not big, and there is not much rice in the pot. A small handful of rice and a small pot of water are enough for her to eat for two meals. After eating, she has to go out again to collect some firewood for herself. Otherwise, she might really freeze to death at night.

And this stove is almost always her life-saving tool.

A bowl of rice porridge that was almost soupy. The rice was the farmer's own rice, and the fire was real firewood. This was probably the most original thing she had eaten in her two lives, even though it was just white rice. There were no vegetables in the porridge, but because she was so hungry, it still tasted the same and tasted the same.

There was some left in the pot, which she reserved for herself at night. After a while at night, the day was over again.