Zhou Jiaojiao has a lot of imagination.

"My lady, come here and warm yourself up."

As soon as Zhou Jiaojiao opened her eyes, she saw Chu San turn around and pull her to sit next to the small fire.

It turned out that Chu's mother was worried that everyone would get wet in the rain and catch a cold. As soon as they arrived at the dilapidated temple, she took Brother Chu and the others outside to pick up some firewood. It had just rained, so the firewood was not very wet and could be ignited.

There were many people in the house, all of them were villagers, so they followed suit. Since there was not enough space, they piled up their luggage, and each household squeezed together to make some space, so they lit a small fire to dry out the moisture on their bodies and keep warm in this cold weather.

Chu's mother was even more capable. She asked her eldest brother Chu to make a stone shelf, place a pottery jar on it, and boil a pot of hot water.

"Everyone, drink something quickly, and take two of the anti-cold pills that Jiaojiao made." Chu's mother instructed her son and daughter-in-law to take good care of the four children.

Zhou Jiaojiao was being taken care of by Chu San. He held a ceramic bowl with a missing corner, which was filled with steam, and brought it to Zhou Jiaojiao's lips. "My dear, take a sip of the water to warm your body. Swallow the pills slowly to avoid choking."

"Okay." Zhou Jiaojiao finished drinking it obediently and passed it to his mouth, "You drink some too."

"Hehe, okay." Chu San was so happy that people who didn't know him would think he was drinking honey.

The relationship between the two of them is good, but the situation for other refugees is not so peaceful. It is too crowded, and conflicts are likely to arise between households.

Chu's mother was baking some hot pancakes with her children and grandchildren.

Not far away, there was a quarrel in a family. The cause was simple: the younger generation felt that the elders were partial to each other, so two younger generations started fighting, involving the elders and causing a big commotion.

"Mom, you always favor my younger brother. There is no room for our family to squat, but you still ask us to make room for my younger brother to lie down. Please don't go too far. You can't squeeze our whole family out." The man cried.

The woman was a little embarrassed and scolded in a low voice: "What's wrong with letting your little brother go? He is so young and has been caught in the rain. He is weak. What if he gets sick?"

Hu Hong's expression was grim, and he felt unwilling in his heart: "Mom, my younger brother is already twelve years old, and my child is only three. Isn't he your grandson? I, an adult, can stand, but you can't let my child stand with me."

"That's right, Aunt Hu, please don't be too biased. With the current conditions, there's no place to lie down. It's good enough to be able to sit." A villager nearby advised.

When Aunt Hu, the biased old lady, heard this, she said, "Go away, go away. This is my family business, why do you outsiders care so much?"

"Mom...I'm so tired." Hu Mao is also a selfish person.

This kind of farce is not limited to the Hu family.

Similar to the Hu family is the Zhao family.

It’s just that the Zhao family bullied Shen Lin and her son.

However, Chen Lin was obviously not someone who could be easily bullied, and she started a fight with the Zhao family. At this time, no one had the energy to meddle in other people's business, so they just let them quarrel.

However, the longer the time, the more quarrels and conflicts there are. People who are already crowded together are prone to getting restless and irritable, and there are situations like some people wanting to close the doors and windows, but others are not happy about it.

Zhou Jiaojiao was so noisy that she couldn't rest at all.

Chu San saw her leaning against his chest and moving. He raised his head and asked with concern, "Madam, what's wrong? Are you cold?"

"No." Zhou Jiaojiao was not really cold. She was wearing the newest cotton-padded jacket in her home. Chu San was like a furnace, and he was strong. She nestled in his arms and felt very warm.

She frowned as she looked at the nearby argument caused by the window and said, "If we light the firewood in the house now and close all the windows, it might cause suffocation and cause an accident. It would be terrible if it caught fire by accident."

Chu San, young and energetic, stood up and shouted, "What are you arguing about? The window must be opened halfway. Don't you remember that warming yourself by the fire in winter can easily lead to accidents? If something goes wrong, no one wants to die with you."

This statement did remind many of the older generation, who quickly followed suit: "Yes, yes, you need some air around the fire, otherwise you'll suffocate."

The young man was also favored. Although he realized that he had done something wrong, he was unwilling to admit it. After sitting down, he even retorted to Chu San: "Whether we close the window or not is none of your business, Chu San. You are just a fool... Do you really think this room belongs to you?"

The person who spoke was one of the thugs in the village.

Otherwise, such a good young man would not have become a gangster.

Chu San was a little angry at being called a fool. Unable to control his temper, he clenched his fist and said viciously, "If you say that, believe it or not, if the refugees outside break in later, I don't care if anything happens to you. If you have the guts, you can be harder than me."

His words were a bit rough, and there was a sense of coercion and inducement.

But everyone in the village knew his fighting ability, and with his protection, they avoided being troubled by the refugees who united to form a coalition. Most of the time, they were the enemies that Chu San intimidated.

The scoundrel's face turned green, and he was very unhappy. He wanted to argue, but was immediately pulled away by his family. Fearing that he would offend Chu San, the elders in the family quickly said, "Chu San, I'm sorry, my Lai Zi just doesn't know how to talk, and you are being picky with him."

"Yes, yes, Chu San, you are so generous..."

Chu San snorted, too lazy to talk to them. He just squatted down and looked at Zhou Jiaojiao in a flattering manner to ask for credit.

Mother Chu shook her head helplessly, but she had to speak up to defend her son. She said kindly, "Sister-in-law, my third son's illness hasn't healed yet, and he's speaking frankly for everyone's benefit. It's a little cold, but we can handle it. We can huddle together and get warm. If there's too much smoke in the house and something happens, it will be terrible."

"We have fled here, and we can die because of such a small thing. Isn't it unfair? We must all live well." Mother Chu sighed.

The last sentence touched the hearts of many people. Yes, they have been fleeing for several months, and who doesn't want to live? They are not afraid of hardship, but they are afraid of suffering without hope. Now that there is still hope, they are naturally unwilling to give up, and their impetuous mood has calmed down a little.

Because the village chief is not in this room.

Something almost happened, but after Chu San almost showed his strength, things gradually calmed down.

But this room is quiet.

The situation in the next room was not so peaceful.

The sounds of quarreling and crying could be heard even on rainy days.

Zhou Jiaojiao took advantage of this rest time to close her eyes and pretend to doze off, but in fact she was studying Buddhist scriptures and Taoist techniques in the space.

She studies hard.

Half a day passed by unknowingly.

She was tired from studying, so she opened her eyes and fed Chu San some biscuits and hot water to each other for a simple lunch. Chu San stuffed a candy into her mouth.