“Little girl Jiang, I’ve made a bowl of soup noodles for you. I’ll place it here. You can also use the bowl. I’ll be leaving first.”
In a poor village, it was easy to have evil people, but hard to have kind people as the notion of giving an inch and he’ll take a mile prevailed. Yi Yun had given Aunt Wang some bacon, and Aunt Wang had brought some soup noodles. In this period, soup noodles were a rare item.
Aunt Wang knew that Jiang Xiaorou had no chance of eating since noon. As her house was bombarded by cow dung, how could she make a meal?
Aunt Wang placed the soup noodles down and said, “let’s go.”
Aunt Wang pulled the tearing Zhou Xiaoke and together with Uncle Zhou, closed the yard door, and left the yard.
Uncle Zhou was a dull man, and did not speak a word. He had some strength, allowing their family to get by.
After Aunt Wang left, Yi Yun came to the yard and brought the bowl of hot soup noodles in. This soup noodles was different from those from Earth. It was handmade. Each short and thick noodle had the imprints of Aunt Wang’s.
“In the future, I’ll repay them. Those who harmed me, I’ll remember it. Those who were good to me, I’ll remember it.”
Yi Yun said that in his heart and brought Jiang Xiaorou away into the mountains.
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Deep in the night, Yi Yun and Jiang Xiaorou came to the back mountains. This was a spot Yi Yun had specifically chosen. It was well hidden and near a water source. There was also a large tree, suitable for building a treehouse.
It was already deep in winter, and the chill in the mountains were worse. White frost bits crystallized on the rocks. Each breath blew out a white mist.
Jiang Xiaorou’s face was red from the cold. She shrank her body and kept rubbing her hands as a thin layer of goosebumps appeared on her skin.
Even a strong man, not to mention a fifteen year old girl, wouldn’t be able to survive in the deep mountains for one winter night. They were bound to catch a chill the second day after sleeping.
They only had one bedding, which was not enough back home; now in the cold mountains, it was even worse.
“Yun-er, it’s too cold. We won’t last more than a few days,” Jiang Xiaorou was confused. They had left their house in a spur. Although the house was in shambles, it could still keep out the cold. How were they to survive in the mountains?
The future seemed to be dark.
How could they survive?
Yi Yun laughed, “Sis Xiaorou, don’t worry.”
Yi Yun went to the back a huge boulder and took out a pile of firewood.
When he separated from old man Su, the sky was still bright. He could not return to the village, so he had roughly prepared a temporary foothold. The firewood was also prepared at that time.
“Yun-er, you…” Jiang Xiaorou was surprised. At this time, Yi Yun had sparked the fire starters, setting the wood on fire.
In a moment, a flame began burning as hot air began to rise. The frost on the surrounding rocks began to melt and Jiang Xiaorou felt some warmth.
In such desperate times, a tiny bit of warmth gave Jiang Xiaorou hope.
“Sis, look at what this is,” Yi Yun laughed as he took out a big bag from behind the boulder and unwrapped it. Jiang Xiaorou took a curious look and when she saw its contents, she was stunned.
In the bag was food, there were meat, vegetables and even wild fruits!
The meat accounted for a large proportion. They were all cut up with their fur removed. They were all fresh meat and when put together would weight more than two hundred pounds!
“Yun-er where did you get that from?” Jiang Xiaorou looked with disbelief at Yi Yun.