The three men had just finished drinking the last sip of water in their water bags when the officials were about to set off.
They all stood up.
Those people in prison uniforms also stood up obediently and continued their journey.
The official road outside Yangcheng is very long.
It seems like it would take a lifetime to walk through.
This official road seems very short.
It seemed like in the blink of an eye, I could no longer see the hometown where I grew up.
The road is not smooth.
Everyone walked on the road with difficulty.
They walked until dark and didn't encounter any more robbers.
But it was dark.
They had to face another serious problem - the weather was too cold and they could not find a suitable place to stay.
It would take at least another day to walk from where they were currently to a populated area.
But now, they have no strength left.
The winter night wind is biting.
Sharp pain radiated from the gaps between bones.
Everyone had to huddle together to keep warm.
The police officers have been divided into two teams, one team continues to guard the prisoners who are elderly, weak, women and children.
The other team took the other strong men to collect firewood.
Jiangnan Ge didn't let Xin Guoguo move.
She placed the warm little charcoal stove of little Jiang Beichen in her arms, then strode away in the direction of the official.
Others followed suit.
Soon, many people came back with some branches and firewood.
Dry leaves ignite easily.
Just a tiny flame can start a bunch of small fires that warm people's hearts.
The flames trembled, but stood firm again.
The flame was like a naughty and dancing child, jumping gently and making a cheerful "bi bo" laugh from time to time.
The night is no longer scary, but instead exudes a hint of warmth.
People started boiling water.
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