The middle-aged man frowned. "But it's not a problem for us to hide here all the time. When will it end?"
Looking around, there are mountains.
Woods, hillsides, cliffs.
And the valley they chose for temporary shelter contained nothing but weeds.
In the past few days, everyone has built thatched sheds, reclaimed some land, and sown some seeds, but no one knows whether there will be a harvest.
It would be better if it was spring, but now it is autumn. There are too few things to plant, and there are not many types of seeds they can get.
"There's nothing to eat here, and you can only build a shed with a few straws to live in. How can you survive the winter?"
Old Ironhead looked at the Dense Forest depths with great pity. "It's a pity that there are wolves everywhere in the mountains. We don't dare to go there. Otherwise, we won't be able to get some meat to beat our teeth."
He patted the old man on the shoulder. "Don't think so much, just pick up more dry firewood and bring back more wild vegetables."
"In those fields, I just hope that a few more sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes can grow before winter. Otherwise, we probably won't be able to survive this winter here."
Along the way, most of the old ones died, and the young ones in their arms soon disappeared. Most of the ones left were young and strong young men or young girls.
Although they were lucky enough to escape to the north-south junction, which was not too dry, all the towns rejected them as refugees, and they were even expelled and suppressed by the local government.
In order to survive and avoid those people from the yamen, they could only hide in the deep mountains and old forests.
But the deep mountains and old forests are not suitable for human habitation. There are wolves in the mountains.
In addition, they had no money, no food or clothing, and time was tight. They had no time and no energy to build a house.
With a lack of food and clothing, and a thatched house that leaks air everywhere in winter, can you survive this cold winter?
Everyone's heart felt as heavy as a stone.
After pulling hard, Su Qiao finally dragged the person into the thatched house, and then let him go.
After such a buffer, Zhao Jingting's initial anger subsided a lot. He stared down at Little Ya's head, which was more than half a head shorter than him, and was very unhappy:
"You, little secret guard, are a little too courageous. You even dare to cover my mouth, and you dare to tell people that there is something wrong with my brain. Do you think that I dare not punish you?"
[Host, he thinks of himself as some kind of prince and thinks of you as his secret guard. Hahaha, this guy really dares to think about it. Isn't he afraid of being beaten by you?]
444 thinks it's funny.
I don't know if this guy would die of shame if he knew that he had been such a fool after he woke up.
Uncle Ya pulled his master and bowed to Su Qiao apologetically. "Ah... ah..."
Zhao Jingting pushed Uncle Ya away with a stern expression on his face. "Get down."
Uncle Ya shook his head hurriedly and wrote something anxiously. However, Zhao Jingting didn't buy his opinion at all.
"Why, you dare not even listen to my orders? Do you believe that I will chop off your head?"
Uncle Ya broke out in a cold sweat and gestured anxiously towards Su Qiao a few times, meaning to ask her to go out together.
Su Qiao understood what he meant, but shook his head.
If she goes out too, then Zhao Jingting will definitely follow her out to cause trouble.
"It's okay, you can go out and leave him to me."