Crossing the famine: The hunter's wife has good farmland

Mo Xiaonian shone the flashlight over there and saw a hole at two-thirds of the height of the snow pile.

Someone is digging snow inside!

Mo Xiaonian screamed, “There!”

The two of them rushed over together and used their hands to dig out the snow through the hole.

Fu Cang's anxious voice came from inside the cave: "Xiao Nian, why are you here?"

Mo Xiaonian just started to cry.

But she just kept silent, and tried her best to enlarge the hole. She also thought the goggles were in the way, so she took them off and put them into the space.

Fu Cang's body was soon exposed. After the hole opened to the width of his shoulders, he grabbed the edge of the hole and crawled out.

Fu Cang obviously had some symptoms of limb stiffness. After he crawled out, he bumped into Mo Xiaonian, causing pain in her chest.

Then Mo Xiaonian was hugged tightly by an embrace that smelled like ice and snow.

"Oh my god, Xiao Nian, you actually came to save me! Am I so useless that you have to worry about me so much and run all the way to find me in the snowy night!"

Mo Xiaonian just cried out of grievance, and those tears made Fu Cang and Shandao feel as if their hearts were being stabbed by a knife.

Scythe patted Fucang's shoulder hard.

"Are there other people in the snow pile? I'll go dig them out right now!"

Fu Cang nodded, and seeing that the sickle had gone to dig out the snow pile, he held Mo Xiaonian's face with both hands, and on impulse, he moved close to her face, and then actually stuck out his tongue and licked her hard.

Mo Xiaonian slapped Fu Cang with disgust.

"What are you doing? That's disgusting! That's not how you kiss!"

"What kiss? When I see you crying, I feel really bad. I don't know what to do. I just want to taste your tears!"

Mo Xiaonian wiped her face vigorously, then covered it tightly with her scarf.

"That's wrong. It's disgusting. I can teach you how to express your love and affection in the future. But now we have something important to do. How are the people in our tribe? Are they all alive?"

Fu Cang didn't know what he did wrong, but Mo Xiaonian said that she could teach him in the future, which gave him unlimited hope.

Therefore, his mood, which had been depressed for a whole day, finally relaxed.

"We are alive. We are all in the snow pile, hugging each other for warmth. There are branches and prey outside to block us. It is indeed a bit cold, but we are not frozen to death. It's just that we didn't expect the snow to be so heavy. We were buried in it in just a short time. If you don't come to save us, the snow pile will get thicker and thicker. Even if we are not frozen to death, we will suffocate to death in it."

While Fu Cang was talking to Mo Xiaonian, he was digging the snow pile with the sickle and kept shouting into the snow.

After a while, the people in the snow pile woke up one after another. The snow pile was quickly dug up and everyone inside woke up.

By the time everyone woke up, they were all scared out of their wits and broke out in cold sweats.

If they really fell asleep in the snow, their bodies would be frozen solid when they were dug out tomorrow.

These hunters knew that it was Mo Xiaonian and Scythe who came to rescue them, and they were extremely grateful.

At this time, the white hair wind that had been blowing all day finally stopped.

Mo Xiaonian asked Fu Cang to clear out a piece of open space, light a fire, and boil a pot of hot water. Mo Xiaonian put a lot of sugar in it and let these people drink it while it was hot. He also took out white flour buns, roasted them over the fire, and let them eat them.

What Mo Xiaonian gave Fu Cang was a white flour steamed bun with meat in it. Both sides were roasted until they were crispy and fragrant. The meat in the middle also became fragrant when heated, making these hunters drool all over the floor.

Every time this happened, Fu Cang felt his face was particularly bright, and he was even prouder and prouder than when he killed a wild boar.

He was afraid that Mo Xiaonian would be cold, so he sat on the ground and hugged Mo Xiaonian tightly in his arms.

"how did you find me?"

"Didn't you leave a mark? I followed the mark to find my way here. Actually, Fu Cang, I don't understand. You clearly left a mark. Even if a white-haired wind blew and made you unable to tell east, west, south, and north, you could still follow the mark to find your way home!"

Fu Cang looked at Mo Xiaonian with resentment.

"Have you forgotten that it's pitch dark here after dark! With such a strong wind and heavy snow, there's no way to light a torch. I can't see anything and can't tell the direction, so even if I left a mark, I won't be able to find it under such circumstances.

I just find it very strange, what is this thing you are holding? Why is it not afraid of wind and snow, and it is still so bright, as if you are holding the moon in your hand... No, I think even if it is the moon, it is not as bright as this thing in your hand. "

"This is something we use for lighting in our Great Huan Kingdom, but not everyone has it. Now that you've eaten and drunk enough and are warm again, let's go home quickly. People at home are worried. Besides, you must not fall asleep in such a cold environment. It's too dangerous to do what you did just now. If I had come a little later, you would have probably frozen to death without even knowing it!"

Hunters who have been in the wild for many years know this, so these people are really grateful to Mo Xiaonian and the sickle. Mo Xiaonian's prestige has also become particularly high. Since she has spoken, these people wiped their mouths, stood up, stretched their limbs, wrapped their clothes tightly, tied the prey around their waists, and then prepared to go home.

There were ropes tied around Mo Xiaonian and the sickle's waists. The rope that Mo Xiaonian exchanged for was long and strong.

Fu Cang brought a total of fifty-six hunters, and it was definitely not enough to tie them around their waists, so Mo Xiaonian asked them to tie the ropes around their wrists, one by one, so that no one would get lost in the dark night. She and Fu Cang walked in front holding hands, using flashlights to look for the marks marked by Fu Cang.

Scythe took the initiative to go to the back of the team.

It was like a dream just now. Now that he is awake, he has to return to his own position and dare not overstep the mark even a little bit.

Fu Cang held a flashlight in one hand and held Mo Xiaonian tightly with the other hand, just like a big boy who got a toy. He kept shining the flashlight everywhere and sighing as he did so.