Chapter 968 You Be My Wife

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After the stove was lit again, there was some temperature here, but she was still shivering with cold. She didn't know how long this kind of life would last, nor when the winter would be over.

It seemed that her wait was still endless.

She wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, and spent the night safely with the warmth of this side. Yes, one night, one night passed again, so good.

She got up early the next morning. She spent almost all her time outside. If she wasn't outside, what could she do? She could think about random things all day long, waiting to die.

She wanted to survive, so she had to work harder and be more careful under such harsh conditions. Even these small and inconspicuous firewood could save her life. If she was lucky, she might be able to pick up some good things, such as frozen rabbits and pheasants. There was actually everything in this mountain, it all depended on whether she was lucky.

But obviously, Yan Huan was not the lucky one in this mountain, because she did not pick up anything that others could pick up. The most she picked up were still those dry branches and dry root bark, which were all used for burning.

She carried a bundle of firewood back, but just when she was about to reach the village head, a wretched thin man came over and blocked her way as soon as he saw her.

Yan Huan raised her eyelids slightly and walked straight past the thin man.

"Hey, don't go."

The thin man saw Yan Huan was about to leave, so he turned back quickly and stretched out his hand to block Yan Huan's way.

"What's the matter?" Yan Huan asked lightly, without much expression on his face, just like the ice and snow at this time, cold and unable to feel any temperature.

Jin Gen looked up and down at the young woman in front of him. Her face was not good-looking, even ugly, but her body was good under the heavy cotton coat. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva, even in such weather, the whole person seemed to be warm.

"Be my wife, I will treat you well, give you food and meat." Jin Gen rubbed his hands, wishing he could take her home right now and sleep with her.

Yan Huan pursed his pale lips, then carried the firewood on his back, walked around Jin Gen and went to his place.

"Be my wife, or you will freeze to death."

Jin Gen chased after him again.

Yan Huan stopped, raised his face, and stared coldly at Jin Gen's eyes that clearly showed some reading.

"Heh..." She raised the corners of her lips slightly, "Even if I freeze to death, I can't be your wife."

And... She lifted the firewood on her back. She would not die, let alone freeze to death. She would live well, she would leave here alive, and she would go home alive.

Jin Gen was rejected again, and felt that his whole face was hot. He stared at Yan Huan's back with resentment, and his facial features also became ferocious.

A cripple has to be a cripple, whether he is a cripple or not.

Yan Huan piled the firewood by the window, then walked to the stove, raised the fire a little, and cooked some rice porridge for herself. However, she was not feeling well because she had not eaten vegetables for a long time.

She thought, could she use the firewood to exchange some salt in the village, even if it was poured into the rice porridge, or if it could be exchanged for the pickles that the farmers had made themselves, that would also be good.

From the small pot on the stove, there was a gurgling sound from time to time, and there was a smell of rice in the air. She swallowed her saliva, licked her dry lips, took her small bowl, divided half of the rice porridge into the bowl, and the remaining half was for her to eat at night. If she could not finish it at night, she could heat it up tomorrow morning and have it as breakfast. If she had two meals a day, she would definitely have no problem with that small handful of rice and could survive this winter.

After finishing the meal, she put away the stove and prepared to lie down to rest. She slept one more night, and got up to watch the stove at night, in case the stove went out again and it was too cold.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already dark outside. She divided the remaining porridge into two portions, one for the evening and one for tomorrow morning. If she didn't have a good appetite, then this half of the porridge might be her food for the whole day tomorrow.

After eating something, Yan Huan's stomach was not very hungry. She just stared at the fire in the stove, thinking that it would be nice if there was some charcoal fire. However, the charcoal in the village was prepared in advance and bought at the foot of the mountain. It was usually precious. The villagers used firewood the most, as well as the corn stalks and wheat stalks they grew themselves. There were not many people like her who went up the mountain to collect firewood every day, because they had enough firewood.

She lay down again, hugged her clothes in her arms, then closed her eyes and began to sleep with the heat at this time. Since she came here, she has been a very light sleeper. No, she was a very light sleeper to begin with, but she had been with Lu Yi for too long, and Lu Yi had arranged everything for her, so her light sleep and fear of the dark had changed a lot. But now that everything has returned to the starting point, she realized that she was really raised by Lu Yi to not know the sufferings of the world. After leaving him, she realized that the world was more cruel and more dangerous than she had imagined.

A different sound suddenly came from the door outside.

Yan Huan suddenly opened her eyes, and she thought she had heard it wrong, until there was another sound, as if someone was opening her door.

Was it a wild beast in the mountain or something? Yan Huan sat up, added some firewood to the stove, and then looked for something to protect herself. She took a wooden stick from behind her. In fact, she had prepared this long ago, but she had never thought of it or used it.

The villagers had no interest in an ugly woman like her, so she was safe.

The door was still ringing, as if someone was prying it open, not a wild animal scratching it.

It was a human.

Yan Huan breathed a sigh of relief. She was not afraid of a human. Although she had a lame leg, she could still deal with an ordinary person. But if it was a wild animal or a wild boar, she might not be able to deal with it.

She lay down again, holding the wooden stick tightly in her hand. She really couldn't imagine why someone would patronize her broken house with nothing in it.