Jiang Yue and his wife felt completely isolated in Changle Village. It was peaceful and quiet, with no one to disturb them. Occasionally, they could hear someone clearing snow outside their door, the villagers coming over to help them.
As for the snow on the roof, Jiang Nian went up and swept it himself.
"Can you see what's happening on the official road?" She asked him, looking up while holding the ladder.
Jiang Nian lowered his head and looked into those crystal clear eyes, as if he really wanted to know. He was helpless and said, "My eyes are not that powerful. I am not a clairvoyant."
Changle Village was close to the official road, but that didn't mean they lived right next to it; it was several miles away. Furthermore, they didn't live right at the entrance of the village.
"Oh~" Jiang Yue knew that she was just asking casually.
"What if you climb higher? Can you see it?"
Jiang Nian looked at her serious expression and said, "I suspect you are being unreasonable."
Jiang Yue: I am, it’s too boring, let’s have a fight…
Over the past six months, while the weather has remained abnormal, it's slowly beginning to move closer to normal. Furthermore, since this is already the second year of the disaster, the surviving residents should be prepared.
During the Lunar New Year holiday, the village chief braved the snow and brought them a handful of greens. They were grown in the village's greenhouses as a trial. Although they weren't very good and were a bit yellow, they were still very good. In previous winters, when it snowed, they couldn't even eat anything.
As for food, they were hesitant to try it lightly, fearing that they would waste their life-saving food. They had no choice but to try growing vegetables first. This time they had some success, and with enough experience, they would start growing food next time.
Snowy days are perfect for soup, and Jiang Yue ordered hot pot every day. She felt her cheeks had grown rounder after eating so much. However, Jiang Nian couldn't let go of her, feeling that it made her skin softer and smoother.
The peaceful days passed one by one, and when the snow melted, the old farmers began to plow the soil and make fertilizer.
And the people who came to harass us from outside seemed to be coming back again.
The village chief was annoyed. This was a wooden door, not an iron door, nor a city gate.
He rushed out with the villagers and the bandits, and when they refused to leave after repeated persuasion, he started to attack them.
The people who came to cause trouble took advantage of the fact that there were no soldiers or officers here to arrest people. It was also because of this that the people of Changle Village became bolder. They acted without hesitation and beat people without listening to advice. No one cared even if they crippled, injured, or killed them.
The open space outside the village had been trampled flat, as if it had been turned into a special martial arts training ground. With a burst of shouts, the villagers won another fight.
They returned to the village excitedly, like a team that had won a battle, or like the big rooster in the village chief's house that raised its head and howled.
Although fighting was terrifying and injuries were inevitable, every fight also yielded results. Not only did everyone's skills improve, but at least they were able to confiscate the opponent's weapons. Now the village no longer had a shortage of kitchen knives.
The village chief passed by the Jiang family. The front door was clean and there were no footprints. He suddenly realized that he hadn't seen the Jiang couple for a long time.
He went back and got two eggs.
Every time he wanted eggs, he had to register with his wife. She would ask, "What do you want eggs for?"
"I'm going to look for the Jiang family. I haven't seen them go out for a long time."
She nodded, thinking that it was time to go and take a look. The young couple was about the same age as their eldest son, and there were no elderly people around to help them. She wondered if there were any problems that needed their help.
"Take two more."
The chickens grew well and laid many eggs. During the Lunar New Year, the villagers were given meat as a treat, and everyone got an egg. She then selected some good breeding eggs and began another round of hatching chicks, which would give every household two.
There are more than thirty eggs left now, you can take a few more as holiday gifts.
The village chief shook his head and said, "They won't accept more than that. Two is just right."
He had a lot of contact with them and had already figured out their styles.
The village chief came to the Jiang family and blew out his hot breath to warm his hands. But this time, no matter how hard he knocked, no one answered.
In the past, every time he came, he only knocked on the door once, and Jiang Nian would come over to open the door quickly.
He was a little worried, fearing something might have happened, so he hurried to look for the blind old man. However, he learned that the Jiang couple had passed away a few days ago.
"They're going on a long trip. They didn't say where they were going, and they didn't want anyone to know. They just said they'd meet again if they were destined to."
The old man returned the key left by the Jiang family to the village chief. Most villagers used bolts on their doors, which was the iron chain only his uncle had.
The village chief looked at the key in his hand and was stunned.
Although he had always felt that the couple were too capable and might not be willing to live with them in the village, as time went on, he thought they would stay a little longer.
He took a deep breath and looked around at everything in the village.
Food, vegetables, walls, kangs, chickens, fish... Changle Village had the ability to survive, all thanks to the Jiang family. Sometimes he even wondered if the couple were sent by God to save them.
The village chief brought his family to carefully tidy up the uncle's house, and then locked it up, not allowing anyone else to live in it, and leaving it to the Jiang family.
Maybe one day, they will really come back to live here?
Jiang Yue and his companion, who had accidentally earned the reputation of "saving the people", drove a mule cart eastward.
They were either restless or looking to trade for seafood. The meat in the space was dwindling, and she always had to replenish it. And salt, these non-renewable things, she had to replenish, otherwise she would feel uneasy.
Walking back onto the official road, Jiang Yue felt as if she hadn't been on the road for a long time and was a little uncomfortable.
Perhaps the weather was a little better last year, or perhaps many people had died, but they did not see many refugees on the road this time.
They passed by a tall city, and Jiang Nian's nose twitched slightly, "Yueyue, I smell the scent of those here."
"Hmm? Which ones?"
Jiang Yue didn't react for a moment.
"That stupid cat, the tiger that only uses brute force, and the black snake that only breathes cold air."
Jiang Yue: You have a pretty bad impression of them?
She looked towards the city gate and saw guards checking people entering the city.
The city gate is so majestic, how could these few people get in?
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