Ji Xia said, "Master Mu Chun, that's not the case. If I hadn't told you to bring people here today, you and the others wouldn't have come here in the middle of the night. It's a good thing, otherwise, risking your life for a stutter wouldn't be worth it."
"How can you say that, kid? You asked everyone to come and get food, isn't it for our lives? Is it easy to get a bite to eat now? The production team didn't distribute much food this year, and it's hard to say whether we can survive this winter." Yang Muchun strongly disagreed.
He always said that Xia Xia was a good child, and he was right. She was kind-hearted and not afraid of death. She was worthy of being a child born to a soldier. She was different from ordinary children.
If other people find food, who would give it up? Wouldn't it be better to keep it for yourself and eat it slowly?
But Xia Xia gave it up.
"Let's go now!" Ji Xia walked in front. Since he was here, he must finish the job.
She led her people past Qin Xiao and others, pretending not to see them, and Yang Muchun and others indeed did not notice them.
After they had walked about a mile, Kong Linghui patted his heart and looked at Ji Xia's back in disbelief. "Oh my god, this woman is so strong, isn't she? And that spy, if it weren't for that woman, we would have almost all been killed today."
Qin Xiao glared at Kong Linghui unhappily, a little annoyed that he always told the truth, but he also wanted to know whether Ji Xia knew that the man just now had a bomb tied to his body?
"Today's mission ends here. You guys go back first. I have something else to do and will be back later to report!" After Qin Xiao finished speaking, he stood up and walked in the direction Ji Xia and the others had left.
It's so late, what is the seventh team doing in the mountains? And there are also 30 or 40 people coming.
It took Ji Xia two hours to reach the cave alone, but it took Yang Muchun and others five hours to walk there, which meant that it was almost dawn.
These people were exhausted from walking.
Fortunately, everyone brought dry food. When they were more than ten miles away from their destination, they could not walk anymore, so they found a safe place, built a bonfire, sat around it, and took out food.
"Xia Xia, here, your aunt prepared this specially for you." Yang Dazhuang handed Ji Xia a mixed flour steamed bun.
Ji Xia took it hesitantly and saw that some of them had vegetable steamed buns and some had black-faced steamed buns, but the steamed bun in his hand was the best looking in color.
"Eat it. The harvest has been bad this year. It hasn't rained much, so the crops in the fields haven't grown well. Otherwise, I should ask your Aunt Chunhua to make you white flour buns."
Yang Muchun lowered his head guiltily. He and his son Yang Dazhuang were holding steamed buns made of vegetable flour, wrapped in pickled mustard greens and cornmeal, and frozen into ice lumps.
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