However, it's clear that I won't be able to take a nap.
It wasn't that she suddenly realized something; rather, she had just lain down, still half-asleep and savoring the taste of the food, when she heard a "thump" as something heavy fell to the ground.
Moreover, it's quite close.
It seems to be around the house?
The moment the thought crossed her mind, Jian Dan opened her eyes instantly, sat up abruptly, and shook her head, trying to wake her drowsy mind.
In the few breaths between her sitting up and sitting down, another muffled, heavy impact came, and the little house trembled a few times. Before she could move, she watched helplessly as a large expanse of snow poured down from the window.
Well, she didn't care about rolling around on the kang for so long, her hair already forming a cowlick. She got up, pulled out her cotton-padded jacket and trousers, put them on quickly, picked up her shoes, and ran outside.
I have a feeling that if she dawdles any longer and then does something like that again, it's hard to say whether she can even stand here steadily, as the house might be in danger.
Although she has the ability to protect herself, after the incident where she was almost attacked from behind, she dares not be arrogant again.
He gently closed the door, picked up the iron bar he always kept behind the door as a weapon for self-defense, glanced around the front yard, and, seeing no outsiders, tiptoed towards the back yard.
The path leading to the house was narrow, next to the woodshed, and the snow hadn't been cleared yet. She wouldn't actually go to the backyard to use the toilet, and there wasn't a single footprint in the snow. Clearing a path wasn't difficult, but making no sound at all was not easy.
The snow had stopped more than a morning ago. With the sun shining and the wind blowing, a thin, hard crust had formed on the snow. Stepping on it would make a "crunching" sound. You get used to it and don't pay much attention to it, but the yard is quite quiet right now, so making that sound would be very jarring.
However, there was a woodshed right next to it. After a quick glance, I casually pulled off a plank and laid it directly on top.
The house wasn't big, and the distance between the front and back yards wasn't far, only about three meters. But the snow in the back yard hadn't been cleared. Apart from some snow piled up at the base of the wall that had been turned over from the front yard, looking back from there, it was a vast expanse of white, and in the sunlight, it was even a little dazzling.
Listening closely, there were no strange noises. Without hesitation, Jian Dan stepped onto the newly laid plank.
As the area of force application increases, some of the force will be distributed over a wider area, resulting in a decrease in the force per unit area. This principle has been repeatedly proven.
A person standing in the snow might feel relaxed because their weight-bearing surface is large, meaning the area of their sole is relatively large, thus distributing their weight more evenly. Conversely, a pair of high heels has a smaller surface area relative to the ball of the foot, making walking in the snow require more effort and is more uncomfortable.
Conversely, a wooden board, which is many times larger than the area of a person's feet, has a larger bearing area and is easier to move on. The thin, hard shell on the snow is not subjected to any sharp external force and is supported very steadily. Even when the route is temporarily extended midway, it cooperates quietly.
The three planks were passed over, and they had already reached the backyard.
There's no need to search; not far from the base of the outer wall, there's a very obvious large pit, a black hole that stands out starkly in this white world.
Right next to the house, at the base of the wall, there is another pit. It looks smaller from this side, but the contents inside are completely invisible.
Having arrived here, Jian Dan didn't even pause. He continued to move forward, alternating between carrying an iron rod in one hand and a board in the other. He reached the nearest large pit, peered out, and exclaimed, "Wow!"
A few days ago we caught someone in the mountains, and now there's someone who just walked right into our trap?
A stubble-bearded man, his face and hands were covered in black soot, and the color of his clothes was indistinguishable. However, the dark stains on them, if I'm not mistaken, were dried bloodstains, and they must have been there for quite some time.
Although his face was covered in dirt, I could still vaguely make out his features; he seemed like a tough guy. After thinking for a moment, I reached out and put my hand under his nose to check. Hmm, he was still breathing, albeit very faintly.
While casually glancing at the clothes, I noticed the fabric, the chest pocket, and the small patch of barely visible dark green peeking out from the folds. I breathed a sigh of relief; this person was saved.
With a sigh, I got up and moved to the pit in the distance to take a look!
Well, okay, one is a person, and the other is a thing, it's fair.
With no one around, they simply and decisively put the box away, but the dent became even more conspicuous.
The box and the person were clearly thrown in from outside the backyard wall. The sliding marks are still there, and the box hit so hard that the soil at the bottom of the hole was exposed.
A discerning person would immediately see that this is the problem.
Having come this far, Jian Dan didn't want to go down and get her shoes covered in snow again, so she simply dug out a snow shovel from the base—an extra-large one.
He vigorously shoveled the snow off the edge of the pit, then ran around the backyard haphazardly with a shovel, turning things upside down and leaving all sorts of marks, dutifully exercising the instincts of a mischievous child, making it clear that the scene had been completely destroyed and left no trace.
They only returned and brought the still-breathing person into the base when they themselves could no longer bear to watch.
Repeating the same actions, they backed away into the front yard.
She's probably the first person to deliberately cause such a ruckus in their own home.
Back in her room, she started to worry again. This was her own place, with only two rooms.
A bedroom? That's impossible. There's only such a small kang (heated brick bed), it's impossible to give that up.
The kitchen was also cramped; besides the stove, there was only the floor space.
Not to mention, this person's identity is still uncertain, and with a 50/50 chance, she would never put herself in danger.
There was some firewood in the corner, which had been brought in yesterday. It was dry, so it was simply and neatly spread on the ground to move the person out of the base.
Lie down for now. She's going to find someone; this is a ticking time bomb, and she has to be handed over.
He was probably already almost frozen solid before he was thrown in; if Jian Dan had left half an hour later, he probably wouldn't even be breathing anymore.
More firewood was added to the house, and after a while, the man visibly relaxed, and his brows even unfurrowed a little. However, what was that faint red mark on his neck?
To be honest, although I admire him, I still find it hard to bring myself to touch his forehead, since there's nowhere else I could bring myself to do it.
The only advantage is that he can't move now, so he can be positioned however he wants.
Ultimately, they couldn't bear to let it go like that, so they forced him to drink a few mouthfuls of water.
Just when I was wondering how to call for help, my savior arrived from outside.
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