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Fu Bao pulled the carriage closer to the place and said, "I'm passing by and saw a village here. I'd like to stay the night."

The old woman looked confused and shouted, "What did you say? I can't hear you clearly!" She had lost all her teeth and her speech was unclear, but Fubao could still barely understand her.

So Fubao got off the car and said in a louder voice: "I'm here to stay the night!"

The old man nodded and then asked, "Whose relative are you?"

Fu Bao was stunned for a moment: "I... am a relative of the Li family."

The old man frowned and said, "There are many families with the surname Li in our village!"

Fubao: "Li Huaiqing!"

The old man's frown relaxed slightly: "Oh - Huaiqing's family! They left a long time ago! They went out to avoid the disaster!"

Fu Bao nodded: "I know, I just happened to pass by and wanted to come and take a look!"

The old woman nodded. Fubao looked at her curiously and asked, "Why are you sitting outside in such a cold weather?"

The old man raised his head and pointed to the house behind him: "The snow is too heavy! My house is about to collapse. I dare not live in it."

Fubao looked in the direction of her finger and saw that there was a thick layer of snow on the roof, and the whole house looked shaky.

Fu Bao understood and said, "What about your family? Go stay at someone else's house for a few days."

The old man shook his head: "No one is here! There are only a few houses in the whole village."

Fu Bao was slightly stunned: "Then you can go to an empty house and live in their house!"

The old man waved his hands and pointed at his legs: "My legs are not convenient, I can't walk far! The few houses here that are not occupied have collapsed a long time ago."

Fu Bao felt a little uncomfortable and said, "Then I'll go and have a look. If I can find a suitable house, I'll pick you up."

The old man smiled and said, "How can you be so kind, little girl? But no, I won't live for many days, so I won't bother you."

Fubao was speechless for a moment.

The old man said to himself: "I haven't talked to anyone for a long time. If you are not in a hurry, sit with me."

Fubao nodded and found a vacant space under the gate to sit on the ground.

The old man looked at her and said, "You look a bit like the daughter-in-law of the Li family."

Fubao smiled and said, "That's my aunt."

The old man suddenly realized: "Oh, no wonder, my niece looks like her aunt."

Fubao: "Have all the villagers gone to avoid the disaster?"

The old man said, "Half of them fled to escape the disaster. The rest didn't make it, so they came back to continue farming. As a result, there was a locust plague and drought, and many people starved to death."

Fubao looked at her, not knowing how to comfort her.

The old man said, "I used to add yam and sugar to the wall of my house, which saved my life. The villagers ate Guanyin soil for a while, and some died or ran away. Now there are less than ten people left."

Fubao looked at her in surprise, and then he realized that the old woman's belly had a strange curve, which must have been caused by the Guanyin soil.

She accidentally touched the old man's clothes. The fabric felt rough, and the bright colors looked really eye-catching and even a little strange in the snow.

The old man noticed her puzzled look and explained with a smile: "I told you not to be afraid. This is the shroud I bought a few years ago."

This time, Fubao widened his eyes in surprise.

The old man explained, "I am old, and the people who are still in the village are far away. The children have all gone out to avoid the disaster, and I don't know when they will come back. I wear this so that if I really die one day, I can leave in a dignified manner."

Fubao's eyes couldn't help but become moist. He had no idea that life in the village was so hard now.

The old man rambled on, "Besides, it's cold today, and there's nothing in the house to keep out the cold. Put on all your clothes and keep warm."

Fubao wiped his tears and looked at the rotten quilt in the haystack next to him. He felt so sad that he didn't know what to do.

She took out a box of soft cakes from the carriage and handed it to the old woman: "Grandma, please try it. I brought it back from town."

The old woman waved her hands quickly: "This thing is too precious, I won't eat it."

Fu Bao forcefully stuffed the cake into her arms and said, "Eat here and wait for me. I'll go to the front to see if there is a better room."

After saying that, he turned around, got on the carriage, and walked forward unsteadily.

The old house of the Li family had collapsed long ago, so there was no need to go and see it. Fubao went straight to the blue brick and tile house of the village chief. It had three large rooms, neatly arranged together, and looked very spacious.

She got out of the car and knocked on the door, but no one answered. She pushed hard, but the door was not locked. She walked slowly into the yard. Except for the snow on the roof falling from time to time, it was quiet without any sound.

Fubao fetched water from the space, cleaned the house casually, put the furniture out, placed a small iron stove in the house, connected it to the chimney, and soon the house became warm.

An hour had passed after she finished cleaning the room. She drove the carriage back to the place where she had just been to pick someone up.

From a distance, the old woman recognized the sound of her carriage and said quickly, "Little girl, take this snack back quickly. I don't want to eat it."

Fubao: "Please follow me."

This sentence stunned the old woman. She had always thought that Fubao's words were just politeness, but she didn't expect that he would really come back to pick her up.

The old woman who had lived alone for so long was instantly covered in tears: "You little girl..."

Fubao helped her up and lifted the curtain of the carriage: "Get in, I've found a place."

The old man looked at his quilt and said quickly, "I haven't packed my things yet."

Fu Bao looked back at the pile of rotten cotton wool and said, "I have everything I need. I won't take any more."

The old woman felt distressed, but she didn't say anything. It was not until they passed a low courtyard wall that she said, "This is the Liu family, right? Mrs. Liu hasn't left yet. We met last month."

Fubao stopped the carriage and shouted a few words inside: "Is Grandma Liu here? Is anyone there?"

Soon, an old lady came staggering over from the snow, hunched over, "Who is it?"

The old lady in the car lifted the curtain: "Osmanthus!" she shouted excitedly.

Old Mrs. Liu stood there in shock, looked for a long time and said, "Shunzhi! Is your child back?"

Grandma Nashunzhi shook her head and said, "This is a relative of Huaiqing's. He saw that my house was about to collapse and I had nowhere to go, so he brought me along."

Fu Bao glanced at Liu Guihua, who was also wrapped up thickly, and asked, "Are you going to the village chief's house? I'd like to keep you company on the way."

There was no charcoal fire in the house and it was as cold as an ice cellar. There was no food and no one to talk to. It could really drive one crazy.

She said without hesitation: "I'll go back and clean up." The house could collapse at any time, and it was just holding on now.

In this way, Fubao successfully "kidnapped" the two elderly people and moved into the village chief's house with her.