Chapter 217 Gu Yunrou's Decision
Without delay, the village chief sent Ningbao back and went straight to Gu Xiang's place.
Gu Xiang was puzzled when he heard the village chief say that they would spend the New Year here. This dilapidated temple was drafty and had no supplies. Shanglin Village had more than 480 people, plus them, which would make 500 people.
Five hundred people need to eat a lot of food a day, and the village chief didn't hide anything and subtly told Gu Xiang that the weather might get colder.
Gu Xiang frowned after hearing this. He hadn't believed it before, but after what had happened to his son, he felt it was no small matter and dared not draw any conclusions. He quickly went to find his wife.
Gu Yunrou answered Gu Xiang's words without hesitation.
"Then stay for the New Year."
Gu Xiang was stunned for a moment.
"Does Miss believe what they say?"
Both Granny Gu and Gu Xiang were part of Gu Yunrou's dowry, brought from her mother. Granny Gu was also Gu Yunrou's wet nurse. Her two maids, Luo Mei and An Lan, were rescued by Gu Yunrou from outside by chance.
When Gu Yunrou and her entourage left the capital, they were accompanied by other servants.
Those people were spies planted by other people in the mansion to surround Gu Yunrou. They were all dealt with when the attack occurred on the way.
All those who remain now are trusted confidants.
Gu Yunrou looked at Shen Muyang, who was sleeping on the floor, his complexion much better and his breathing normal, and nodded seriously.
"believe!
Uncle Gu, you should know that Mu Yang had stopped breathing before, and his body even showed signs of rigor mortis.
But now you see Mu Yang is alive, and he looks even better than before.
We've been living with the villagers of Shanglin Village for a while now, and you should know that not a single one of them has died since they set out.
The journey of fleeing famine was fraught with danger, and the fact that they managed to make it all the way without losing a single person and even rescue their relatives along the way is something that not everyone can do.
I trust their decision, and even if we reach Yunlu City, we don't have anything urgent to attend to. Although this temple is simple, I feel very safe and secure staying here.
Since his master had decided to stay, Gu Xiang said nothing more. He left Gu Yunrou's side and went straight to find the village chief.
The village chief wasn't idle either; he was currently discussing with the men of Shanglin Village how to keep warm.
No one in Shanglin Village had any objection to staying to spend the winter and the New Year; they had gotten used to listening to the village chief all the way.
And the village chief, very wisely, liked listening to Ningbao…
“I think we shouldn’t be too lazy to build the kang (heated brick bed). We have quite a few people and ten days to go. We can split into two groups: one group can stay and build the kang, while the other group can go chop firewood.”
Although there are no houses nearby, there are plenty of woods..."
When Gu Xiang arrived, the people in Shanglin Village were already busy.
Upon hearing that they wanted to build a kang (heated brick bed), Gu Xiang quickly led his men to join them. The earthen kang used in northern farmhouses, though not aesthetically pleasing, is very practical. If there is a severe cold ahead, as long as there is a kang and firewood, people will not freeze to death.
Before they even had breakfast, the adults in the village were already busy. After eating, Ningbao went to the village chief's place. He had previously collected a lot of grain from the warehouse of a wealthy family.
Ningbao didn't plan to take out the refined rice and white flour, but she also had quite a bit of coarse grains and dark flour.
Ning Bao quietly went to the village chief and left them a lot of food, which the village chief would then distribute to the villagers little by little.
After delivering the grain, Ningbao went to practice martial arts with his team in the wilderness.
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After several days of hard work, a large heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed) was built in each room, and plenty of firewood was prepared.
Today is already the first day of the twelfth lunar month, and the cold wave that Ningbao predicted is getting closer and closer. It's already dinner time, and Ningbao is sitting on the steps of the corridor with her little face in her hands.
All she knew from the dream was that it was the second day of the twelfth lunar month. She remembered that it was dark at night, but she wasn't sure whether it was late at night on the first day or early morning on the second day.
Suddenly, Ningbao frowned as she looked at a cloud drifting across the sky, then quickly ran to Li Guizhi.
"Grandma, let's heat up the kang (heated brick bed) today."
Zhao Juhua, who shared a kitchen with Ningbao, looked over when she heard Ningbao's voice.
"Ningbao, it's been quite warm these past few days, isn't it a bit early to heat the kang (heated brick bed)?"
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