The middle-aged man frowned: "But it's not a good idea for us to hide here forever. When will it end?"
Looking around, there are mountains everywhere.
Woods, hillsides, cliffs.
The valley they chose for temporary refuge had nothing but weeds.
These few days, after everyone built the straw huts, they also reclaimed some land and sowed some seeds, but no one knew whether there would be a harvest.
It would be fine if it was spring, but it is autumn now and there are too few things to grow, plus there are not many types of seeds they can get.
"There is nothing to eat, and the only shelter we have is a shed made of straw. How can we survive the winter?"
Lao Tietou looked at the deep forest with regret: "It's a pity that there are wolves everywhere in the mountain. We don't dare to go there. Otherwise, we can at least get some meat to satisfy our hunger."
He patted his old friend on the shoulder and said, "Don't think too much. Just pick up more dry firewood and wild vegetables."
"I just hope that more sweet potatoes can grow in those fields before winter comes. Otherwise, I don't think many of us will survive this winter."
Along the way, most of the old ones died, and the young ones who were held in the hands of others also died soon. The rest were mostly young and strong men or young girls.
Although they were lucky enough to escape to the north-south border which was not too dry, all the towns rejected them as refugees and they were even driven out 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 forests.
But the deep mountains and forests are not suitable for human habitation because there are wolves in the mountains.
In addition, they had no money, no food, no clothes, and time was running out. They had neither the time nor the energy to build a house.
With little food and clothing, and a thatched house that leaks everywhere in winter, can they survive this cold winter
Everyone felt as if a stone was pressing down on their hearts.
After pulling hard, Su Qiao finally dragged the man into the thatched hut and then let him go.
After this buffer, Zhao Jingting's initial anger subsided a lot. He lowered his head and stared at the little girl who was half a head shorter than him, very unhappy:
"You little secret guard, you are too bold. You even dared to cover my mouth and told others that I have a problem with my brain. Do you think I dare not punish you?"
Host, he thinks he is some kind of prince and you are his secret guard. Hahaha, this guy is really bold. Isn't he afraid of being beaten by you
444 thought it was very funny.
I wonder if this guy will die of shame when he wakes up and finds out how stupid he was.
Uncle Ya pulled his master and bowed to Su Qiao apologetically: "Ah... Ah..."
Zhao Jingting pushed Uncle Ya away and said sternly, "Get out."
Uncle Ya hurriedly shook his head and wrote something anxiously, but Zhao Jingting didn't buy his words at all.
"What? You dare not obey my orders? Do you believe I will chop off your head?"
Uncle Ya was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat and gestured anxiously towards Su Qiao, meaning for her to go out with him.
Su Qiao understood what he meant, but shook her head.
If she went out too, Zhao Jingting would definitely follow her out and cause trouble.
"It's okay, you can go out, I'll leave him to me."