The game starts with escaping from the famine and flipping the table

Everything in Sujia Village is slowly getting back on track, and it feels like a paradise.

Su Xiaoya also had a glimmer of hope in her heart, and just hoped that there would not be a real disaster here.

However, Su Xiaoya is not the heroine, and does not know the direction of the plot, so she can only passively make judgments based on Su Xiaofei's behavior.

Seeing that Su Xiaofei is staying safely in the town, there shouldn't be any drought or flood.

So, why did people flee from famine?

No, how can I be sure that Su Xiaofei will flee from the famine?

Su Xiaoya was confused by herself.

Ugh!

Forget it, let's take a step by step.

But don't let yourself collapse before you even start to escape the famine, that would be too unprofitable.

Anyway, the villagers of Sujia Village are no longer the same as they used to be, so there is no need to be afraid even if they are fleeing famine.

Moreover, he had a golden finger.

After thinking it through, Su Xiaoya simply threw all these worries into the trash can.

Just live in the present moment.

On this day of heavy snow, the first snow of winter arrived as expected.

The snowflakes were dancing like snow elves, falling on the roofs, bamboo forests, and grass...

Wearing your mink robe, facing your white jade pot. Snowflakes melt on the wine, and suddenly I feel the night is not cold. A guest from Guiyang came, and he could chant mountain partridges. The breeze moved the bamboos by the window, and the Yue birds started to call. This is enough for me, why bother with the sheng and 竽.

Sitting around the fire and appreciating the snow is so poetic.

However, the sudden discordant sound of collision broke the silence.

Su Xiaoya noticed it the first time, and her heart skipped a beat, no way!

Su Xiaoya released her spiritual sense while walking towards the village entrance.

Su Qingshi Liu Mingquan's five senses were equally sharp, so they naturally walked towards the village entrance as well.

Su Mingyi and Su Mingxian were attending class and could only look at the teacher eagerly.

Gradually, other villagers in Sujia Village also heard the noise and rushed to the village entrance.

Climbing up the wall, we saw a dozen ragged refugees outside the village, knocking hard on the wooden door at the entrance of the village.

In the distance, there was a vast expanse of white, and some scattered black dots were heading towards the direction of Sujia Village.

Su Xiaoya sighed. Just like no one can stop those who are supposed to leave, those who are supposed to come will always come and there is no way to avoid it.

These dozen people naturally cannot be allowed into the village, but they cannot be left outside the village just like that.

There are few people now, and these refugees can't do anything. But when more and more people gather, you can easily imagine what will happen.

Su Xiaoya doesn't want to gamble on people's hearts and human nature!

"Who are you and why did you come to Sujia Village?"

The clan leader and the village chief reached the top of the wall and saw the situation below the wall. They immediately realized what this meant.

The village chief and the clan leader looked at each other and saw deep worry in each other's eyes.

After thinking for a while, the village chief asked:

"Fellow villagers, where are you from? Why did you come to our Sujia Village?"

"We came from Jingcheng. There was a drought in Jingcheng in the summer, and we managed to get through it. But then, it started snowing again in late October, and it turned into a snowstorm."

"The houses collapsed, people froze to death, and the government didn't care, so I had no choice but to head south to find a way to survive."

"Jingcheng? It's about a thousand miles away from here, and there are at least three prefectures and dozens of towns along the way."

"Yes! How did you get here?"

"It took us more than a month. When we first started to flee the famine, we went together from village to village. Half of the entire Jingzhou Prefecture was hit by the snowstorm. More than a dozen nearby villages also fled the famine."

"But, along the way, the states and towns along the way only took in young and strong people, children and women, and did not want the old, weak and sick like us..."

"In the end, of the more than 500 unwanted elderly, weak, sick and disabled people, only about 100 of us were able to make it here. The others all died of freezing, starvation or disease on the road."