Other children ran to the side and concentrated on making a snowman.
They carefully rolled snowballs to serve as the snowman's body and head, then used branches to give the snowman arms and found stones to serve as eyes and a mouth.
Despite the raging snow and wind, which blew snowflakes onto them continuously, the children didn't care at all. They were immersed in the endless joy brought by this world of ice and snow. Their innocent smiles were like the warm sun in winter, adding the most touching touch of color to this cold world.
The next day, the snow finally stopped. The whole village seemed to be covered by a white curtain. A thick layer of snow piled on the ground, almost reaching above the knees.
Every household did not dare to slack off at all. They started to clear the snow without even having time to eat breakfast.
Everyone knows that if the snow piles up on the roof for a long time, the fragile roof may collapse, which will endanger the family's home.
Everyone worked together, working enthusiastically. The crunching sounds of shovels and the rustling sounds of brooms sweeping away the snow intertwined like a joyful song.
The men waved their shovels vigorously, shoveling the thick snow aside; the women carefully used brooms to sweep the remaining snow in the corners and under the eaves; the children were not idle either, helping to pass tools, and their small figures were busy shuttling back and forth in the snow.
After dinner, the village chief stood in the center of the village and loudly called everyone to a meeting.
After everyone arrived, the village chief cleared his throat and said seriously, "Now that the snow has stopped, we need to discuss our next itinerary. I think we should leave here as soon as possible."
Otherwise, once the snow starts to melt, everything will turn into mud, and the road will be wet and slippery, making it even more difficult to walk. I see that the snow on the ground is so thick, it will take more than a day or two to completely melt it away.
We have to leave early, otherwise when the snow melts, our car might get stuck in the mud, which would be a big problem. As everyone knows, our journey south is urgent and we can't delay here for too long.
When everyone heard the village chief's words, they nodded in agreement. They knew very well that the situation in the later stage of snow melting would be really troublesome.
During the day, the sun was high in the sky and the warm sunlight poured down, causing the snow to gradually melt and the originally solid ground to instantly become muddy.
At night, the temperature drops sharply, and the snow that melted during the day will quickly freeze again, forming mirror-smooth ice rinks.
If you walk on such a road, you will fall head over heels if you are not careful. For those who are carrying a family and a lot of luggage, the difficulty of moving forward will undoubtedly increase exponentially.
Moreover, they have now left their homes to escape famine. Time is life, and every day of delay means that the hope of survival may become slimmer.
Therefore, the most important thing is to set off as soon as possible.
The village chief glanced around and saw that everyone in the village had no objection and agreed to set off immediately. He raised his voice and called out to everyone, "Everyone, there is no time to lose. Go back to your rooms and pack your luggage. We will set off as soon as possible!"
After that, everyone dispersed, and for a moment, the whole village became busy.
After about an incense stick's time, the villagers came out of the village one after another, carrying their luggage and driving their livestock.
The crowd stepped on the thick snow, making a "crunching" sound, as if playing a song of perseverance to go to war.
Under the leadership of the village chief, the team marched forward bravely like a long dragon.
On the road, the cold wind was like a sharp blade, whistling past and mercilessly cutting people's cheeks, making their ears red and their noses numb.
They wrapped themselves tightly in clothes, supported each other, and their steps became more steady and firm.
The village chief walked at the front of the team with an upright posture, his eyes sharp, always alert to the movements around him.
Every once in a while, he would look back and carefully count the number of people, his eyes full of concern and responsibility, to ensure that no one was left behind. At this moment, he was the mainstay of this marching team, leading everyone to move firmly towards the distant hope in this snowy and icy world.
As we walked towards evening, the afterglow of the setting sun fell weakly on the snow, dyeing the whole world a dim yellow.
The team slowly stopped in a sheltered corner of a valley and began to rest.
The steep cliffs of the valley acted like a natural barrier, slightly blocking the biting cold wind.
Everyone quickly divided the work and cooperated with each other. Some collected dead branches, some cleared the snow on the ground, and soon a bonfire was burning in the valley.
The flames danced, dispelling some of the chill. People sat around the campfire, took out dry food from their bags, and ate in silence.
Although the dry food was coarse, it could barely fill my stomach at this time of cold and fatigue.
Just then, the crisp sound of horse hooves broke the tranquility of the valley.
Everyone raised their heads alertly and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a team gradually approaching. It was the group of people who had camped with them last time.
The guards of Wenchang Marquis' Mansion were strong and agile, looking majestic on horseback.
They obviously also saw the people from Sujia Village. After the pathfinder at the front of the team communicated with the rear, they also decided to set up camp here.
The people in Sujia Village just watched their every move quietly, and no one stood up to stop them.
During this long journey of fleeing famine, everyone was aware of each other's difficulties. Having more companions meant a greater sense of security in this desolate wilderness.
Besides, the valley is spacious enough to accommodate two teams without any difficulty.
Not long after the team over there settled down, Chao Yun came towards the Su family gracefully, carrying two bags of exquisite pastries in both hands.
Her steps are light and her figure is graceful. Against the backdrop of the white snow, she is like a plum blossom blooming in the cold winter.
When he walked in front of Yao Qingshuang, Chao Yun bowed slightly, with a gentle smile on his face, and said softly: "My lady, I wonder if you still remember me? The sweet potatoes I bought from you last time, after my young master tasted them, he thought they were very delicious.
The young master has been talking about it these past few days, so I was wondering if you have any extra sweet potatoes you could share with me?
Yao Qingshuang was slightly startled, then quickly reached out and took the pastry from Chao Yun's hand.
She looked up at Chaoyun, a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she thought silently in her heart, isn't it just a sweet potato?
I have a lot of this stuff in my supermarket space. As long as you can afford it, you can have as much as you want!
However, she remained polite and reserved on the surface, handing the cake to Li Zhaodi beside her. Then, with a slight nod towards Chaoyun, a faint smile played on her lips, and she said in a gentle voice, "As for the sweet potatoes, there just happen to be some left. If your young master really likes them, I'd be happy to give you some more."
When Chao Yun heard this, a glint of joy flashed in his eyes, and he quickly said, "Thank you very much, my lady."
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