This used to be an urban area, yet there are such ferocious beasts here.
Yu Xifeng shivered, not sure whether it was because of the cold or fear.
Even if she had a gun, there was no guarantee it would be effective against a creature of that size.
It’s better to walk faster.
By the time Yu Xifeng got home, the day was completely over and he felt like he was about to freeze to death.
Between carrying the load home and taking a rest in the space, Yu Xifeng chose the latter without hesitation.
Yu Xifeng took himself a hot bath.
Inside the space, you can see a barren mountain from the house, with small icebergs piled on top of the mountain.
Yu Xifeng was thinking about getting himself a hot spring bath in the cabin.
The half dead goat was placed in the front yard, weighing roughly fifty or sixty kilograms.
Yu Xifeng was in a good mood and ate a big bowl of mutton vermicelli soup with the dead goat.
I drank another cup of hot milk tea.
After feeding the chickens and ducks in the space, I was surprised to find that the egg incubator on the side was moving.
The goose eggs are hatching here.
Brick-like patterns appeared on the eggshell.
Yu Xifeng walked around it a few times but didn't dare to touch it.
Before leaving the space, I added cat food to Xiaoju's cat bowl.
I returned home in the dark.
Sister Yun didn’t want her share for the time being, and just said to leave it with Yu Xifeng first.
Yu Xifeng delivered the fuel to Hu Qiangyong's home the next day.
Mother Hu had been ill for a while, and considering her age, she has now gotten out of bed, with a faint aura of death lingering around her.
Yu Xifeng was stunned when he saw it, and then he sighed.
Mother Hu stood up with difficulty and stuffed a bag of compressed biscuits into Yu Xifeng's hand.
Zhao Yao, who saw this scene outside the door, scolded: "Mom, are you out of your mind? We don't have enough food to eat, but you still send food out. Don't you care about your son and grandson?"
Mother Hu's lips moved and she looked at Yu Xifeng with pleading eyes.
She is old and can't live anymore.
But her grandson is still so young. She knows her own son well. He is easily influenced by others and believes whatever others say. He cannot make his own decisions and cannot support the family.
This world is so difficult.
If she doesn't keep close to capable people, how will her son survive?
She wanted to curry favor with Yu Xifeng on behalf of Hu Qiangyong, for the sake of her old face, Yu Xifeng was able to help his son in the critical moment of life and death.
There were wrinkles on Hu's mother's palms, with a layer of goose skin-like bumps.
Yu Xifeng has seen too many scenes like this.
In the days that followed, there were shelters, roadsides, and bases every day.
Yu Xifeng lowered his eyes slightly, and under Zhao Yao's watchful gaze, Yu Xifeng put the bag of compressed biscuits back on the table.
Before leaving, Yu Xifeng wanted to give Hu's mother a hot water bottle, as a token of friendship between neighbors.
But judging from Zhao Yao's behavior, this hot water bottle would not remain in Hu's mother's hands.
In the end, Yu Xifeng blocked Zhao Yao's sight with his body, put a heating pad on the back of Hu's mother's neck, and placed one in each of her palms under the quilt.
Mother Hu understood what Yu Xifeng meant. She turned her head, slowly closed her eyes, and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.
That night, Zhao Yao did not bring her food. She stood in the living room and said loudly, "How long will your mother's illness last? We can't afford to support her. You know that an old man who doesn't die is considered a thief."
Hu Qiangyong said: "This is my mother, your words are too harsh."
Zhao Yao became very excited after being refuted.
"What do you mean? Do you know how expensive the medicine your mother takes every day is? What is the price of food and medicine now? If your mother lives one more day, it will save our family."
Zhao Yao glared at Hu Qiangyong fiercely: "I married into your family and gave birth to two children for you. When have you ever let me live a good life? Now I can't even get enough to eat or wear warm clothes. Go take care of your own parents and don't drag us into it."
Hu Qiangyong held his head in pain: "Don't say it, she is my biological mother."
In the bedroom, Hu's mother heard everything going on outside clearly.
The quilt became warmer, and the warmth on her neck brought her back some vitality. Her withered hands like chicken claws clutched the quilt.
"Qiangyong." She called her son.
Hu Qiangyong had just been scolded by Zhao Yao and didn't want to be looked down upon by Zhao Yao again.
Out of sight, out of mind. I would rather freeze outside than come into the house.
It’s a pity that I have no cigarettes left, so I can only squat there.
"Strong and brave."
Mother Hu called out twice again.
Zhao Yao slammed the spatula down with a loud bang. Mother Hu trembled and squeezed the baby warmer tightly, muttering, "Old man, I'm sorry for you."
That night, Hu's mother passed away.
The heating pad she was holding was as cold as her body.
Zhao Yao came in and saw the heating pad. Her face changed drastically. "You old devil, you hid these things just to enjoy them yourself, right?"
Then they discovered that Hu's mother had passed away.
Hu Qiangyong and Zhao Yao had a big quarrel, and they blamed each other, talking about everything from before their marriage to Zhao Yao's confinement.
Hu Qiangyong scolded Zhao Yao for killing his mother.
Zhao Yao called him a mama's boy and a loser, and he and Hu's mother teamed up to bully her.
Their children were so cold that their faces turned blue and they didn't dare to interrupt.
The two stopped arguing when the younger son was born prematurely and had always been in poor health. He fainted on the ground.
Zhao Yao instructed Hu Qiangyong to put the quilt on Hu's mother and put it on his youngest son.
The person is dead now, and at this moment, there is no time to worry about any taboos.
Zhao Yao lit a fire in the house and started to boil water.
Staring at the rising steam, Zhao Yao said, "Bring a packet of the medicine your mother drank. I'll rush in and have everyone drink some."
Hu Qiangyong lowered his head: "No more."
The medicine is gone, and the person is gone too.
Hu Qiangyong finally went to knock on Yu Xifeng's door.
Yu Xifeng was not surprised to hear the news of Hu's mother's death, but he still felt a little lost.
Yu Xifeng remembered the pleading look on Hu's mother's face.
When they went out to look for supplies together, Hu Qiangyong was considered reliable.
For the sake of our cooperation several times.
She was leaving soon anyway.
Yu Xifeng went into the house and took out a box of medicine for treating colds, about twelve packets in total. Hu Qiangyong was full of gratitude, bowed several times, took the medicine and went home.
Zhao Yao was shocked when she saw the medicine: "Where did you get it from?"
"It was given by Yu Xifeng." Hu Qiangyong said.
Zhao Yao rolled her eyes and said, "Yu Xifeng has so many good things. You know, our mom also gave her a lot of things before. I think the heating pad was given to mom by her. Can we ask her for some more?"
Hu Qiangyong thought about it and was a little tempted: "It's not good to take advantage of the medicine that I just gave you."
Zhao Yao patted Hu Qiangyong on the head: "Who am I doing this for?"
Hu Qiangyong said: "At least in a few days..."
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