Surviving the famine: I made my fortune by helping others

"Hello grandpa!"

After seeing the person behind the door, Lian Yunya broke free from his restraints, quickly ran to the door, and peeked inside by leaning on the door frame.

"You, hello."

The old man said this with a slight tremor and quickly shrank back.

"He's a little kid, he's well-fed, he shouldn't be a bad person."

"Should we open the door?"

"Open it, there are too many people outside. If they really want to break in, we old guys can't stop them."

With a sigh, the shabby wooden door was slowly opened, making a hoarse creaking sound.

Only after the door was actually opened did Ye Chuyi get a clear view of the scene inside.

There were twenty or thirty people crammed together in a small, dormant room of more than a dozen square meters.

Standing at the front of the crowd were five or six old men holding walking sticks, and next to them were four or five young men holding sticks.

Behind them was an even older man with gray hair and a hunched back.

And the one protected at the back by all of them was the child who was held tightly in the arms of several mothers-in-law.

Each of them looked outside the door vigilantly. Although they were already skin and bones from hunger, the children were taken care of much better.

"You just said that anyone willing to stay in the village can come to you to get rations."

The sudden sound broke the silence in the air, and everyone looked towards the source of the sound.

Being stared at by so many people at once, the young man with the crutch pursed his lips uncomfortably, but still raised his head and looked at Ye Chuyi with pretended calmness.

"I know it was you who spoke just now. Do you mean what you said?"

Ye Chuyi looked at him curiously, but didn't see anything different.

Perhaps the biggest difference between him and those old people is that he is one of the few young people in the room.

"Of course it counts. As long as you are confirmed to be a resident of the village and are willing to stay in the village, you can come to us to get rice after registering as a household."

Ye Chuyi said, forcing a smile, "And not just today, every day from now on, as long as you are willing to work for me, you can get enough food to fill your stomach."

"What kind of work can people like us do?"

The young man looked at her with a little suspicion. The oldest person in their group was over seventy years old, and the youngest was only two years old.

Even the younger ones among them all have problems with their hands and feet, and I really can’t imagine what they will be needed to do later.

"Farming and building houses."

Ye Chuyi said lightly, this was what she had planned.

But others looked at her like she was a monster.

"There's a severe drought right now. Crops can't survive at all. God won't give us a way out."

The old man standing in the front was trembling and knocking the ground with his walking stick.

"Even if we can't plant now, it doesn't mean we won't be able to plant in the future. We can always survive."

Ye Chuyi didn't think about comforting them, nor did he think about asking them why they stayed.

In fact, what is there to not understand? It's just that we are poor people who are forced to fight hard to survive even though we know there is no way out.

"If you want to register, come over here. After you register, you can get food. No matter if you are an adult or a child, as long as you register, we will distribute it based on the number of people."

Following the shouting, the people in the low house slowly moved out.

Smiles gradually appeared on their numb faces, as if they finally saw hope of survival.

As long as you are alive, life will be good in the future.

Ye Chuyi looked up at the sky and narrowed his eyes slightly.

When the cold wave comes, there will be more and more people like this.