Chapter 971 Her Food Was Stolen

"Jin Gen is a villager. Don't the villagers know what kind of character he has? This is a dog that can't change its eating habits. He failed once and was beaten like this this time. Can he still accept it?"

"I can catch him once, and I can catch him twice." Yan Huan has never been afraid of Jin Gen. She is still very confident in her skills. It is more than enough for her to deal with a Jin Gen.

When Changsheng was about to say something, Yan Huan interrupted him and said, "Thank you, I'm going back."

After saying that, she limped on one leg and walked forward step by step. Although she was thin, her back was very straight, so that even if there was a strong wind and rain, it was impossible to see her bend her waist and succumb to fate or life.

Life is like walking in thorns. If you are not strong, you will bend.

Why didn't I say it? Changsheng really wanted to slap himself. He was so dumb. Actually, he just wanted to say that Yan Huan could live in his house. He had already cleaned up the empty house and the kang inside was also heated. As long as she went there, she could live there at any time. There was food and drink at home, so it was impossible for her to starve.

But he didn't say it.

Yan Huan returned to her place. She walked in, closed the door, and put the rope aside. Then she walked to the stove, which had been extinguished long ago. She sighed, took the firewood, lit the stove, and put the pot on it. There was some millet porridge left in the pot yesterday. It was enough for the whole day. She didn't have much appetite. She ate as much as she could. After finishing the meal, she rested for a while, and then took the rope to the mountain to collect firewood. There were more and more firewood in the house, which also blocked the wind from the window. It was not so hard to endure at night, which might be because it was no longer snowing.

But it was because it was not snowing anymore, so the weather seemed to be getting colder, and Yan Huan really felt that life was getting harder and harder. It was so cold that even her blood was frozen. The things in the room were almost the same as those outside. In a few minutes, they were frozen into ice cubes. Now, she was the only one who was not frozen into bricks.

She curled up, and her hands, feet and face were all frozen and had chilblains. Her hands were swollen like radishes, and so were her feet. Sometimes it seemed that when she walked, she couldn't even feel her feet.

It was too cold, really too cold. Now she had to guard the stove day and night to avoid freezing herself to death. There was enough firewood at home. When the weather got better and it was no longer so cold and frozen, she would go to collect firewood. No matter what, she should be able to spend this winter safely.

After a few days, it wasn't that cold anymore, but it was still cold for Yan Huan. However, compared to the days when the snow just melted, the temperature had at least risen to around five or six degrees, so she could go out.

She didn't dare to be idle, for fear that if she was idle for too long, she would lose her hope of survival. She tightened her clothes and faced the biting cold wind. She walked forward again. The snow had almost melted. There was still some snow occasionally, but it was no longer as difficult as it was a few days ago when the snow was flying. It was much easier to walk now.

Except, it was really too cold.

However, no matter how cold it was to walk, it was better than to be motionless. She thought that she had been alive in such a cold winter and had not even gotten sick. I wonder if it was because she had been collecting firewood all the time.

Her body had adapted to the cold air, and so had she. What she had to do now was to try to survive, no matter how difficult it was, she had to survive, to go home alive, to see her Lu Yi alive, and her three children.

She picked up another bundle of firewood, which was a lot heavier on her back, and the firewood almost bent her back. She walked forward step by step, without stopping for a single step. If she stopped, she would not be able to walk anymore, so she kept walking back to where she lived.

She told herself that she had arrived, yes, she had arrived, and she would be there soon. As long as she got home, she would be able to rest, and her stomach growled. She was a little hungry, and it was time to eat when she got home. Well, she cooked some porridge, and if she ate it now, she could have another meal in the evening.

After much difficulty, she reached the place, put down the firewood on her back, and then gently patted her shoulders, walked to the stove, and looked at the fire first.

Fortunately, the fire was still on. She added some firewood to the fire, and then placed the pot on top. There was some water in the pot, all from a river here. The people in the village all drank the water from this river. The river water was not polluted and was very clean. Their laundry and other water were all used downstream of the river. The water from the upper reaches of the river was used for drinking.

After the water boiled, she went to get her rice pot.

However, when she got to the place where the rice pot was placed, she was stunned.

Her rice pot seemed to be gone.

She moved all the other things away in disbelief. She had always put the rice jar here, but what about her rice? Where had her rice gone? She searched for a long time, and almost all of it was there. She searched all over such a big square, but still couldn't find her rice jar. Where are all her grains? This is everything to her. She can be cold, poor, and dressed in rags, but She can be scolded and ridiculed, and she can have no dignity, but she cannot live without food. If there is no food, how can she survive.

She glanced around and saw a lot of firewood placed on the window sill, which she had picked up one by one from the mountain over the past few days.

There is also a shaky door that could fall down at any time.

She took the pot off the stove, then poured herself a glass of hot water. With trembling hands that were red and swollen from the cold, she put the bowl to her mouth, and drank it in one sip.

But her tears were falling one by one.

On this day, she only drank water, but did not eat anything.

The next day, she was still the same. She had nothing to eat. She only had water to drink. She drank a lot of water, but she was still hungry and panicked. She felt like she was really going to starve to death.

She didn't go out to find firewood, she had no strength, she couldn't even walk.