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

Su Xiaoya frowned slightly. Are you sure there are only more than a hundred refugees this time?

If this is true, it is not impossible to help a few.

However, these refugees should be the first wave of people who came out to escape famine.

Can other towns really accommodate all those refugees?

Or in other words, won’t the snowstorm spread?

These are unknowns.

After all, these refugees cannot be allowed to stay outside Sujia Village, otherwise they will always be a hidden danger.

The clan leader and the village chief had the same concerns.

However, these people were obviously unable to walk anymore and just kept begging outside the door.

If we just drive people away, I'm afraid half of them won't survive.

The clan leader and the village chief walked along the small city wall and met directly with the clan elders for discussions.

Of course Su Qingshi was not left out.

Su Xiaoya also wanted to go over, but she was just a child after all and could not stand out everywhere, so she had to stay on the city wall.

Su Xiaoya couldn't just sit there and do nothing, so she had to carefully observe the dozen or so people outside the village.

After careful observation, I actually found some clues.

Among the dozen people, there were two old men and two old ladies who were stooped and skinny, three girls about five or six years old, two boys over three years old, a man who was as thin as a skeleton with only a layer of skin covering his bones, and two women who were as thin as bamboo poles.

Su Xiaoya's eyes flickered, but she said nothing. She believed that the clan leader and the village chief were both experienced and knowledgeable people, and they were definitely better at thinking about things than she was.

The dozen or so people outside the village seemed to know that the villagers were discussing something, so they quieted down and waited for the result.

Even the little kids didn't cry or make a fuss. They just huddled in the old man's arms, shivering from the cold from time to time.

The old man quickly pulled the child closer to his arms.

Sadly, the torn cotton-padded clothes of the old and young revealed only reed fluff and straw!

The warmth retention effect of such cotton-padded clothes can only be said to be better than nothing.

Su Xiaoya knew that she should harden her heart and ignore these refugees. However, she felt particularly uncomfortable in her heart, as if a ball of cotton was stuffed in her heart, making her feel choked!

After all, it's a few lives.

After thinking for a long time, Wuyou diluted a bamboo tube of spiritual spring water, tied it with a rope and lowered the city wall.

This time, Wuyou deliberately added hot water to the water to cover up the warm feeling brought by the spring water.

When they saw the bamboo tube, a dozen people outside the village were stunned for a long time.

The shorter woman among them stood up and bowed to Su Xiaoya on the wall before going up to take the bamboo tube.

Then, he respectfully let a few old men and women drink a sip each, then fed a few children a few sips of the hot spiritual spring water, and then gave it to another woman who was a little taller.

After a round, it was finally handed to the skinny man.

The man pulled the corners of his mouth gently, trying to reveal a smile.

Unfortunately, it didn't work. The skin on his face had long been frozen, and his eyes looked particularly large.

The short woman didn't wait for the skinny man to speak, she just fed him a big sip and then took a sip herself.

It seems that there are three generations of one family.

This doesn't seem consistent with what they just said, that the towns along the way would recruit young men, children and women.

From afar, I don’t know if those dark people saw something being sent down from the wall of Sujia Village, but the people who were originally exhausted suddenly started running as if their little universe suddenly exploded.

Even if you fall after running two steps!