Chapter 580 The Snow Stops

Arula didn't know that just when she was worried that she might not be able to spend all the points on the card before leaving the hotel.

Xia Yan was also thinking about how to quickly recover the points.

She walked around Alura's house.

Children in their new clothes milled around her.

Xia Yan glanced at them and knew that he couldn't use the child as an excuse to recommend more things.

Arula lifted the door curtain made from an old quilt from the inside, and through that corner, brand new sheets, mattresses, and pots and pans were all in front of her.

Xia Yan always felt that something was missing.

Maybe it’s the coal that was not successfully sold last time.

On this day, the white hair wind that had been blowing for a long time finally stopped.

The long-lost sun peeked out from between the thick clouds.

The bright sun cast a silver glow on the snow, and the traces left by the wind were like silver ribbons, smoothly spread on the ground.

Cai Rang put on a thick coat and went outside with a shovel.

As soon as he stepped down, he suddenly became much shorter.

In fact, you can see from the safe zone that the snow outside is as deep as the knees.

Xia Yan and Xiong Xiong moved closer to the protective shield, looking at Cai Rang's figure and the outside world.

Before my eyes is a plain covered in silver, with undulating mountain peaks in the distance.

The towering, godlike mountains behind them served as the backdrop of the hotel, and they slid all the way down from there.

After a few days of wind and snow, there was no trace left on the hillside.

Cai Rang waded through the snow for more than ten steps and confirmed that the snow line, which was originally knee-deep, had dropped five centimeters. He looked into the distance, exhaled a breath of hot mist, and waved a shovel to clear the way.

"It should melt naturally in a few days, why not wait a little longer?" Xia Yan was puzzled.

Xiongxiong shook his head to indicate that he didn't know either.

The yak ate grass, mooing from time to time. Arula gave it another handful of food and shook her head when she heard it.

"We can't wait any longer. If it thaws during the day, it will freeze into ice at night, making it even harder to walk. Besides, if we go too late, there will be no good place left. We don't have horses now, so we can only move closer."

Xia Yan's sleeve was pulled, and he looked down. It was Arula's youngest daughter.

"Sister," she raised her head, her cheeks still rosy and full of life, "can you ride a horse?"

"I can't, do you?" Xia Yan half squatted down and pinched her face.

"Yes! My brother and I both know how to ride. When we had horses, we rode to school every day!"

The little girl patted her chest, very proud.

Her brother paused as he put on his shoes, then stepped into them, put on his hat and gloves, picked up the small shovel beside him, and went outside to help.

Compared with the snowy fields outside, his tiny figure looked like a sesame seed.

The little girl stuck out her tongue and said, "Sister, I can't talk to you anymore. I have to go help mom with work."

Xia Yan slowly stood up.

Cairang took his son outside to shovel snow. The light snowflakes were like fine grains of sand, sliding in parabolas in the air.

Arula and her daughter were dismantling the house, wrapping the bedding, pillows and cowhide individually in yellowed plastic sheets and placing them on a large homemade cart frame.

Then she picked up the big pot, and as she walked, there was a clanging sound inside.

These items are also placed on the frame and wrapped with door curtains to prevent them from being broken.

After everything was moved into the car, she picked up the rope and threw it hard. The rope flew from one end to the other. After a few back and forths, the luggage was tied tightly.

Arula took the only livestock and let the old cow take on the responsibility of pulling the cart.

After doing all this, she and her daughter were already sweating.

"It's so nice here. You won't be cold no matter where you go." Her cheeks puffed up when she smiled.

These words were said to Xia Yan.

Xia Yan nodded silently and took the points card handed to him by Arula.

"I used to think twenty thousand was a huge sum, but I didn't expect it to be gone in the blink of an eye, buying this and that." Arula's smile faded slightly, but soon her eyes lit up again. "But I replaced a lot of things at home with new ones, so they'll last a long time. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Xia Yan nodded gently and destroyed the points card in the backstage.

This may be the customer who leaves the store the fastest.

Xia Yan looked at the family thoughtfully. They were different from anyone he had ever met.

This family has an aura of calmness, they live a leisurely and quiet life.

Perhaps it is because their families are around them, their hearts are firmly rooted there, while the hearts and bodies of other survivors are like duckweed floating in the air, blown by the wind, unable to find their final home.

Where your family is, that's where your heart begins to take root.

No one noticed Xia Yan, nor did they see the subtle wrinkles between her brows when she put her hands on her chest.

Just like Xia Yan would never really get involved in anyone's life.

Arula was driving the cattle to leave when she suddenly stopped and looked back at the tall but empty building.

Although this building is luxurious and beautiful, it is really empty with only two people living in it.

Arula felt that her own little home was better. At least her husband and children were around and she had a purpose in life. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel pity and her eyes showed soft kindness.

Her voice was also warm. "Boss, we have to go. I hope your store business will continue to improve. I wish to God that you will always be healthy, just like Mr. Huang who taught my children knowledge and never needs to take a single pill all year round."

Xia Yan: "...Ah?"

She didn't need to take medicine.

The sadness that had just emerged from the cracks in my heart was immediately dispelled by Arula's words.

Xia Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but then he thought, for them, not getting sick, not having to take medicine, and living a healthy life is their greatest wish.

At this moment, her heart began to warm again - wait, she did not forget something.

"Teacher Huang? How does he usually get food and drink?"

Arula held her little daughter on the frame of the carriage and wrapped her in the old door curtain that had been replaced.

"I heard from Teacher Huang that they give her a subsidy every year. She goes to the market once a week and buys a lot of things there." Arula waved her hands, a hint of envy on her face. "It's still better to go to school. Only with knowledge can you easily earn money."

After she said these words, she began to lecture her two children, repeatedly emphasizing that they should go to school well, not follow her old path, and try to live in a big city in the future.

The more Xia Yan listened, the stranger it seemed.

It's been years since the end of the world, how can there still be subsidies? Money can't buy anything, it's even less useful than toilet paper!

Moreover, the big city in Arula's mind is no longer what it used to be, and the residents there must envy their current life!

"Alura, how long has it been since you took the children to school?"

Arula looked up at her. "Ever since a few undead appeared on the grassland, we moved deeper into the area. It's been almost two years now."