I saw that the gate of the manor was in a dilapidated state. The originally vermilion door panels were now faded and mottled, covered with dust and cobwebs, as if telling the vicissitudes of the past.
The door hinges seemed to have been in disrepair for a long time. The door was half-open, swaying gently in the breeze, making a creaking sound, which seemed particularly eerie in the silent atmosphere.
Looking inside the village, it was completely quiet, without any sound of human voices or livestock.
Everyone immediately understood that this must be an abandoned farm, which seemed to have been unattended for a long time.
Cuiyun stood at the gate of the manor, staring blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar scene in front of her, feeling extremely sad.
She clearly remembered that at this time last year, she had come here with her parents.
Although the village at that time was not very lively, the gate was sturdy. When you entered the village, you could see many people busy at work, including women hanging clothes to dry in the yard, old men repairing farm tools in the corner, and children laughing and playing in front of and behind the houses. The atmosphere was full of the fireworks of life.
But now, when I come here again, everything has changed.
Her parents are no longer by her side, and this village, once full of life, has become so dilapidated and desolate.
Cuiyun's eyes gradually turned red and tears welled up in them. She tried hard to hold back the tears, but she couldn't suppress the sadness in her heart.
Everyone carefully pushed open the rickety door. There was a sharp creaking sound, and the door hinges groaned in pain, as if protesting against the long-unseen disturbance.
When I walked into the village, I found that it was really large. At a glance, the vast land spread out before my eyes.
Everyone stood there, looking at the vast land, and couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, thinking it was such a pity.
This land is so fertile and vast. If every inch of it could be carefully planted with crops on a normal day, the harvest would definitely be very considerable. Perhaps Sujia Village would not have to worry about food for the whole year.
Think about those small palm-sized plots of land in the village. In order to harvest more food, everyone gets up early and works hard every day. But even so, they are still often worried about going hungry due to a poor harvest.
And this vast piece of abandoned land in front of us can only be left like this, which makes people feel regretful.
Perhaps because the location of this village is far away from the official road, there are almost no signs of people coming and going here along the way.
The weeds on the ground grew lushly and spread wildly, as if declaring their occupation of the land.
However, it is somewhat comforting that the houses here are relatively well preserved.
Although it does look a bit dilapidated from the outside, the blue bricks on the wall have fallen off in some places, revealing the mud inside, and many of the tiles on the roof are incomplete, letting in a few rays of mottled light.
But overall, these minor problems do not affect living here.
What's more, the houses here are all solid blue brick and tile houses, which are a world apart from the simple thatched houses and mud houses in Sujia Village.
For these peasants, it is extremely rare to be able to stay in such a sturdy and spacious house for a night.
After everyone finally found a few relatively intact houses in this huge farm, they all got busy and started preparing to cook, so that they could take the opportunity to rest their bodies that were tired from running around all the way.
Yao Qingshuang stood aside, looking at the few grains of food in the village, and her brows couldn't help but furrowed.
I saw that the bag of food was deflated, with only a pitiful amount left.
She knew very well that at the current rate of consumption, if food was not replenished quickly, the entire village might run out of food in two days.
By then, everyone will be hungry. The journey is already extremely difficult, and if there is no food, how can they survive?
In fact, the food in her supermarket was piled up like a mountain, with all kinds of grains, rice and flour. Not to mention feeding the people in Sujia Village for a while, it was enough to feed the villagers for a year.
But she had no legitimate reason to take out the food.
If I take it out rashly, others will definitely become suspicious. How should I explain it then?
She stood aside, her brow furrowed, her heart filled with worry about the food shortage.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind. Since this place used to be a farm, according to common sense, the farm should have a cellar or other place specifically for storing grain.
Thinking of this, her eyes, which were originally full of sorrow, suddenly brightened up.
She looked around calmly and saw that the villagers around were all busy with their own things. Some were busy making fires and cooking, and the smoke was slowly rising; some were tidying up the clutter in the house, trying to make this temporary residence a little tidier; and some were taking care of their injured companions, running around handing them water and medicine.
Everyone was focused on their own work and no one noticed what was happening on her side.
Seeing this, Yao Qingshuang took advantage of everyone's inattention and quietly left the crowd alone.
She took slightly anxious steps and began to explore carefully in this huge manor, trying to find out if there was a cellar in the manor.
If she could really find the cellar, she could then quietly put the food from her supermarket into the cellar without anyone noticing, and then pretend that the owner of the farm forgot to take the food away when he left in a hurry.
In this way, she found a legitimate reason to take out the food, which could solve the problem of food shortage in the village without easily arousing suspicion.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that this method was feasible, so she worked harder to find it.
Although the overall scale of this manor looks quite large, there are actually not many houses. There are only three rows of houses neatly arranged.
Yao Qingshuang carefully searched each house along these rows of houses, not missing any place where a cellar might be hidden.
She came to a house, gently pushed open the door, and a slightly stale smell hit her face.
She looked up at the furnishings in the room and thought this should be the kitchen.
I saw that the place against the wall where the kitchen utensils were originally placed was now empty. It seemed that the pots, pans, chopping boards, kitchen knives and other kitchen utensils had been taken away by the previous owner. Only a few empty stoves were left, which were black, as if silently telling the atmosphere of fireworks that once existed here.
Yao Qingshuang walked around the kitchen cautiously, her eyes scanning the floor, walls and every corner inch by inch.
She first squatted down and carefully checked around the stove to see if there was any secret door or mechanism, but found nothing.
Then she stood up again, walked slowly along the wall, and tapped the wall lightly with her hands to listen to whether there was any unusual sound, but still found nothing.
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