Chapter 647 Snow Disaster

Yang Lan paused, looked in the direction of the voice, and met a pair of eyes through the crack in the door.

"Brother Lan!"

"Shiro!"

Yang Laosi pushed the door open and tried to get out.

Because the force was too great, or perhaps because the shack was not built firmly, the snow on the roof came crashing down and covered Yang Laosi tightly.

"Silang!" Yang Lan quickly put down what he was holding and dug out Yang Laosi with both hands.

Yang Laosi closed his eyes and made two "Puh" sounds, pouring out all the snow that had gotten into his ears, nose and mouth.

Yang Laosi opened his eyes again to make sure he was not hallucinating. It was really Lan Ge'er who came back. His eyes were red and his throat felt sour as if it was blocked by a ball of cotton.

"Good! I'm glad you're back! I'm glad you're back!"

When the other villagers who were lying in the dugout learned that Yang Lan had returned, they all poked their heads out.

"Brother Lan, are you really not dead? Muramasa received the message and went to the city to get information. He said that you were imprisoned in Kyoto Prison and were going to be executed!"

"Could it be that those yamen runners took the money but didn't do their job, and deliberately made up false news to fool us?"

"They must have been lying to us! These bastards who couldn't even give birth to a child should have been chopped to pieces! Look at the coat that Brother Lan is wearing, it's so thick, he must be doing well!"

Yang Lan was also very excited to see her fellow villagers again.

He said in a clear voice: "I did commit a crime and was thrown into prison. But thanks to my ancestors, I met a noble man in prison, and he used his connections to get me out."

Ouch!

The villagers' eyes widened. What a noble person this must be to be able to rescue someone from Kyoto Prison!

"Brother Lan, the nobleman saved your life, you must repay him well!"

"Brother Lan, we can't break this relationship with you. He can save our lives with just a few words!"

"Brother Lan, are you still working for the government?"

Yang Lan shook her head like a rattle. "I'm lucky to have saved my life, how can I have an official position? Besides, I will never be an official like that again! I have to buy my own equipment, and I have to pay for anything that happens. Apart from a nice title, what's the difference between this and serving as a government official?"

The villagers also think so.

"Alas, the imperial court is just bullying us because we don't know anything. When they issued the imperial edict, they made some nice promises. As long as we come back and don't cause trouble, they will give us land and money. But in the end, we didn't see a penny!"

"It's good enough that you didn't settle accounts with us later, but you still want money!"

"Don't you want to settle accounts with us later? Can you figure it out? Who doesn't have a few people involved? If we really do this, there won't be many people left in Henan County!"

Everyone talked for a few words, then they were so hungry that they didn't have the energy to talk anymore. For a moment, the village became quiet again.

Yang Laosi held Yang Lan's hand tightly and refused to let go.

Although they are not blood brothers, they are not out of the five generations of mourning, and when they rebelled, they always acted together.

This friendship between life and death is no less than the bond of blood.

"Brother Lan, now that you're back, are you going to stay here? Your shack has collapsed a long time ago, why don't you spend the winter with me? When the land thaws next spring, I'll help you dig a new shack!"

The heavy snow is still falling.

The goose-feather-like snowflakes quickly turned Yang Lan into a snowman.

He didn't say no, but looked at Shiro, whose lips were purple from the cold, and forced a smile.

"I still have luggage at the entrance of the village, and the car is stuck. I can't push it in by myself. Shilang, please help me."

"Okay!" Yang Laosi stood up unsteadily, took a few steps, and almost fell headfirst.

"Hey, I'll come and help you too." Several young men came out of the cave.

Their situation was not much better than Yang Laosi's, they were all skinny and bony.

Although it is said that the poorer the place, the more violent the people are, that only applies to outsiders.

In Hulu Village, everyone from top to bottom knows that they can only survive by sticking together.

When they rebelled, they in Hulu Village stuck together and stole more food than others.

After returning home, they stuck together and the yamen runners did not bully them too much.

Several people followed Yang Lan, walking towards the village entrance with one step forward and one step deep.

The strong wind blew snowflakes into people's faces, making it impossible to open their eyes.

"It never ends. I haven't seen such heavy snow in years!" Yang Laosi was very upset.

Auspicious snow means a good harvest, but the prerequisite is to survive this winter.

If this continues, at least half of the people in the village will starve to death or freeze to death.

Yang Lan was in a heavy mood: "I heard that Qiongzhou is frozen."

"Where is Qiongzhou?"

"Winter is warmer than our spring."

"What?! This place is frozen too?! What about here?!"

When Yang Lan opened her mouth, snowflakes were about to fill it, and her tongue was almost frozen. "When I came, the water near our village was completely frozen. The big river outside the city also had a layer of ice on its surface."

Hearing this, everyone felt heavy.

This winter is a tough one.

Everyone followed Yang Lan in silence to the entrance of the village. When they saw the things in the car, their disappointment disappeared and they rushed over like crazy.

“It’s wheat!”

"Brother Lan...you..."

There were three or four large sacks stacked on the wheelbarrow, bulging with cargo.

Yang Lan smiled and said, "It took me a lot of effort to get this. Let's push it back to the village together!"

“Hey!”

Everyone was full of strength, and there was no more sadness on their faces as at the beginning.

Four bags of wheat could not feed the entire village, but they gave everyone hope.

We live one day at a time. As for whether we can survive this winter, we will see later.

"Brother Lan, how much did you pay for this? The price of rice must have gone up."

Yang Lan pushed the wheelbarrow and said, "When I passed by the town, the price of rice was already 3,000 wen per stone."

"Ss ...

Normally the price was only 800 wen per stone, but it suddenly increased nearly fourfold!

Who can afford this price?

Yang Laosi: "I don't know when the Changping Warehouse will release grain. At least we can lower the price of rice!"

He secretly kept a silver hairpin, and planned to use it to exchange for food when he was left with no other options.

But at this price, can a silver hairpin be exchanged for a bushel of rice?

Yang Lan: "What's the point of releasing grain? Those big grain merchants can eat it all up."

The group did not discuss this issue anymore. The world is big, but eating is the most important thing.

After entering the village, Yang Lan took out a bag of grain to distribute to the villagers, and then took out another bag of grain, planning to cook porridge in the ancestral hall so that everyone could eat something hot to get rid of the cold.

The villagers were naturally very happy, but even if all the firewood in the village was collected, it would not be enough to cook this bag of grain into porridge.

Everyone was in a dilemma. They couldn't just tear down the shack and use it to make a fire, right?

The shacks have been demolished and we have no place to live. Even if we can have a full meal, how are we going to survive next?

(End of this chapter)