Escape from famine: Daddy stands up, Dali girl lies down

"My hero, please spare my life, my hero, please spare your life."

Two women whose skin color could not be seen knelt on a makeshift raft and kowtowed continuously.

The evasive eyes peeked out from under the dry grass-like hair.

'Whoosh! '

The dung fork suddenly appeared and pierced the chest of the woman in front without mercy.

"Ah~"

The woman in pain held the dung fork in front of her chest with both hands.

There was a strange smile on his face and he looked at Lin Shu with complicated eyes, tears and blood dripping down.

"You have such a cruel heart at such a young age."

The woman held the dung fork and pushed it forward with all her strength.

"Thank you very much, young master, for your help."

Lin Shu only felt the dung fork was hot and her eyes were a little sore.

When she was killing those criminals, she had already noticed the look in the woman's eyes.

There is excitement, sadness, and relief, but there is no desire to live.

If you think about it carefully, you will understand what kind of suffering this woman has gone through.

Being a bad person once is a bad thing, and being a bad person several times is also a bad thing.

It’s better to just do it to the end.

Lin Shu said she didn't know what the Virgin Mary was.

...

"Do you want to jump down by yourself, or should I give you a ride?" Lin Shu looked at the other woman expressionlessly.

"Master, I am willing to work like a slave to repay you." The woman said tremblingly.

The woman pushed her hair aside, revealing a yellow, thin and dirty face.

She turned slightly to face Wu Yidao, blinking her eyelids, looking delicate and gentle.

Wu Yidao looked around and saw his two grandsons looking at him strangely.

He rubbed the goose bumps on his face innocently and raised one hand.

"My dear grandson, grandpa didn't do anything."

“Well, I didn’t do anything, why would I fall for you.

Solve it yourself! There are also small ones." Lin Shu said with puffed cheeks.

"Okay, grandpa is coming."

Wu Yidao agreed immediately, as he should be the one doing the killing.

My dear grandson is still young, so it’s best not to use violence if possible.

Thinking of this, Wu Yidao took the dung fork and pointed it fiercely at the woman.

The woman fell into the flood with fear in her eyes, and she didn't understand until her death why her usual tricks were no longer effective!

The three remaining cubs huddled together, trembling and crying.

"Ugh!"

Wu Yidao sighed and raised the dung fork, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Lin Shu lowered her eyes, knowing that this would happen.

She didn't want to know what the relationship was between these three little guys and the people who died on the makeshift raft.

There is no way to verify it.

But if she really wanted to do it, she would find it difficult to do it.

She turned and went into the tent, took out a bag of dried fish weighing about ten pounds, and threw it onto the makeshift raft.

"Whether you can survive depends on your fate."

"Thank you, Master, for saving your life."

The oldest of the three held the cloth bag in his arms and kowtowed in gratitude.

Lin Shu waved her hand and sat down to row the boat.

She can be considered as a saint for once!

Whether they can survive really depends on their own fate.

If she were asked to keep the person by her side, that would be absolutely impossible.

There is a reason why Mr. Dongguo's story has been passed down through generations.

Most importantly, she is afraid of trouble.

...

The three of them paddled the raft quickly downstream, and no one looked back at the makeshift raft.

They were well aware that there were three pairs of eyes staring at them closely.

Although Lin Hongyi sympathized with the plight of the three kids, he did not dare to act on his own.

If he had been drifting alone in the flood, he would have died long ago.

How can a person who can't even support himself have the nerve to keep strangers?

The raft was rowed quite far away, and Lin Shu did not hear any sound from the old man and the young boy.

She nodded secretly, this was the best partner on the journey of escaping famine.

This day was unprecedentedly exciting, but once I relaxed, my stomach started to feel empty.

The gloomy sky loomed, and a cold wind blew, bringing increasing chill.

"Brother, make a fire." Lin Shu stood up and stretched.

She looked at the gloomy sky worriedly, and tightened her belt to try to keep the cold wind out.

When I looked up, something cold fell on my face.

I reached out and wiped it, but it had already melted on my face, but an alarm bell sounded in my heart.

"It's not raining!"

She opened her eyes wide and looked up at the gloomy sky.

"Little sister, what are you looking at?" Lin Hongyi came over and asked in confusion.

"Aren't we going to light a fire and cook? What do you want to eat?"

Lin Shu clearly saw a small snowflake falling, and her heart began to turn cold.

"It's so cold, let's have a mutton hotpot!"

"Okay, I'll get ready."

When Lin Hongyi heard that there was mutton hotpot to eat, he walked towards the tent happily.

"It's snowing. When can we get to the shore?" Lin Shu murmured to herself.

The north in this body's memory is a place where people can freeze to death.

The most profound experience was the heavy snow that blocked the mountains and we had no food to eat and had to rely on the accumulated snow to fill our stomachs.

The best thing to do is to find a place to stay as soon as possible, as the flood is now receding.

The three blind people had no idea where they were, let alone that they were floating on the water.

This is the most worrying part.

...

There was no point in thinking more, so Lin Shu simply stopped thinking about it.

It’s better to fill your stomach first, because who knows what you will face in the next moment.

On the charcoal stove, the steaming hand-pulled lamb exudes a unique aroma.

The three people and two pets sat around the small square table, eating the mutton with gusto.

Dip it in some dry ingredients from time to time, and the added spiciness will gradually dispel the cold.

The curious Baozi drooled at the dry dip dish.

To satisfy his curiosity, Lin Shu kindly gave Baozi a piece of mutton dipped in chili powder.

The delicious stuff was so spicy that I took a bite and gasped.

"It makes you curious."

Lin Shu poured a basin of clean water for Baozi, feeling both amused and angry.

"Squeak~"

The wet rat held the small piece of mutton and laughed so hard that he fell down.

‘Pa~’

The angry Baozi pinned the drowned rat under his paw and stared at it with bared teeth.

The drowned rat was seen lying with its limbs spread out, looking hopeless.

Baozi raised his paw and fiddled with the rat a few times, then let go of the rat in boredom.

"These two are really smart." Wu Yidao shook his head.

He picked up the rat in the wet, placed it on his knees and fiddled with it a few times.

After the little guy came back to life, he looked at Wu Yidao pitifully with his green eyes.

"Hahaha, I'll give you a piece of meat as compensation."

The drowned rat, having got a piece of mutton again, immediately regained its vitality and quickly moved its two fangs.

...

"Sha~Sha~Sha~"

A cold wind blew into the tent through the gap, and the hot steam in the pot fluctuated.

Lin Hongyi stood up to tie the curtain rope, shuddered, and looked out.

White snowflakes are flying down.

"It's snowing! It's so cold."

"What? It's snowing."

When Wu Yidao heard that it was snowing, he immediately lost the mood to tease his little pet.

He picked up the soaked rat and put it in a small basket, then stood up to check.

As the curtain was opened, snowflakes floated in with the cold wind.

"What a horrible weather! It's snowing so early."

Wu Yidao quickly tied the curtain and sighed.

"Alas, I'm afraid this snow won't stop so easily."

His old cold legs didn't even show any pain.

It shouldn’t be!