Chapter 67: Laughing at the Incompetence of the God of Death (2/2)



Basically, most of the injured have been arranged in rooms.

Su Miaomiao and her family's house was divided out on the first night.

However, the materials for repairing the house were becoming less and less, and even after the wind and snow stopped, there would be no materials to repair it.

In the end, the remaining people had to crowd into the pharmacy.

Spread some straw and put some old clothes as cushion and you will have a temporary bed.

At night, everyone huddled together tightly, using each other's body temperature to fight the cold winter.

During the day, Su Miaomiao taught some children to read in the lobby.

Some young people also wanted to learn, and Su Miaomiao accepted them all and treated them all with great kindness.

A special person is assigned to prepare the big pot meals every day, and Su Miaomiao will quietly take out some supplies from the space.

After all, she is the one in charge of the supplies, and only she knows whether there are too much or too little.

The days passed one by one, and I didn't feel bored.

After all, when we hibernated at home, we basically lay on the kang, talked less and slept more, so that we could reduce consumption and eat less food.

But nowadays, no matter what we eat, three meals a day are not enough.

Everyone can still get together to chat and play, and there is a bit of the spirit of finding joy in adversity.

The wind and snow outside gradually stopped, and the cold wind gradually became less biting.

One morning, when Su Miaomiao woke up, she felt a ray of long-lost sunshine.

"The sun is out, the sky is clear!"

"Everyone, hurry up and look, the snow has stopped!"

“…”

The children's cheers woke up the adults who were still sleeping.

Hearing that the wind and snow had stopped, everyone climbed up from the haystacks and ran out of the house.

Sure enough, the wind and snow really stopped.

Su Miaomiao walked out of the pharmacy, feeling the warmth of the sun on her body, feeling more comfortable than ever before.

"We made it through, we finally made it through!"

The villagers hugged each other and cried, tightly hugging their loved ones who were still with them.

The sunshine disc player dispersed the haze on the earth, as if mocking the incompetence of the god of death.

Su Miaomiao returned to her long-missed home.

When I opened the door, I found the room was clean and the bedding was neatly folded.

The smile on Su Miaomiao's face was as bright and dazzling as the sun in the sky.

“…”

Although the villagers survived the cold winter, there were still many things waiting for them.

Half of the collapsed houses have not been repaired yet, and those that have completely collapsed have to be rebuilt.

Wang Hongjie was so busy that he even asked the little kids in the village to help.

Su Miaomiao's job was relatively easy. She was only responsible for drawing a few house drawings and instructing the villagers on how to build them.

Just when everyone was busy, a few distant guests came to Shimatou Village.

Those people were wearing suits and ties, with their hair combed neatly back, and they were obviously Italians.

The few people searched among the busy crowd and finally locked onto a little girl who was writing and drawing on a donkey cart.

Then he stepped forward and asked softly, "Hello, is there a person named Su Miaomiao in your village?"

The girl slowly raised her head, and her face stunned everyone in front of her.

How can such a beautiful girl be raised in such a remote mountain village?

"What do you want to talk to me about?" the little girl suddenly asked.

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