In the years of famine, the knife in my mother's hand is not bad either

"Mother..." Wang Miaomiao let out an extremely weak cry.

She tried to raise her palms outside the quilt.

The cool snowflakes covering her palms fell on her already cold body, but it made her feel warm.

He grabbed at the air with his palm, and the corners of his eyes that were open closed completely at this moment.

The dull thud of his hand falling to the ground startled Lin Ze awake.

Lin Ze suddenly emerged from the rags, and when he saw Wang Miaomiao with half of her body exposed, he immediately pounced on her.

A big hand clenched Wang Miaomiao's palm.

Feeling the coolness from her hand, the biting north wind didn't seem cold anymore.

Lin Ze was secretly shocked: No way!

Of course not, her palms were just outside the quilt and were frozen... Yes, just her palms were frozen.

The head must still be hot. After all, how could a person with a fever have a sudden drop in body temperature?

Thinking of this, Lin Ze reached out his hand to touch Wang Miaomiao's forehead.

But I found...it still felt that familiar cool feeling when I touched it.

Compared to the palms covered with ice and snow, it is not much better.

Tension built up in Lin Ze's heart, and beads of sweat the size of beans slowly seeped out from his forehead.

My heart was beating wildly.

Nothing can happen, Wang Miaomiao, nothing can happen to you. Lin Ze was anxious, his eyes closed.

His palm reached towards her nose.

No breathing!

For a long time, he didn't feel any heat passing in front of Wang Miaomiao's nose.

He placed his hand on Wang Miaomiao's neck, and her pulse had stopped beating.

"Bang!" Lin Ze lost all his strength and knelt in front of Wang Miaomiao.

'Dead.'

"Miaomiao...is dead?" Lin Ze suddenly let out a strange laugh.

The noise seemed like he was insane or sick, and many villagers in Wangjia Village were startled and looked towards him.

I only heard him muttering:

"Miao Miao is dead... Hey?"

"How could he die? His fever had subsided several times, and the doctor said he would recover after enduring this high fever."

"How could he die?"

Listening to his chatter, Mrs. Lin, who was originally sleeping soundly, suddenly opened her eyes.

A pair of eyes stared at Lin Ze.

Lin Ze himself seemed to feel nothing at all, and his palm gently stroked Wang Miaomiao's cheek, which had become so thin that it was unrecognizable.

He went all the way down and stopped at the pulse on Wang Miaomiao's neck, as if confirming with himself that everything in front of him was not real.

Wang Miaomiao is his nominal wife.

He also deeply realized his mistakes and wanted to make amends to Wang Miaomiao.

But God did not give him any chance to make amends, and took her life in this heavy snow.

"Doctor... That's right, find a doctor, he must have a way to save Miaomiao." Suddenly, Lin Ze, who was staring blankly in front of Wang Miaomiao's body, stood up suddenly and shouted loudly.

The villagers of Wangjia Village were shocked by his action.

Those who had not paid attention to this side also climbed out of the quilt and looked towards Lin Ze.

When he saw Lin Ze's crazy look, he immediately moved towards him.

Gathered closer.

Old Mrs. Lin was also frightened by the appearance of her son.

He said hurriedly:

"Saburo!"

"Come back, don't run into the snow!"

As he was speaking, the crazy Lin Ze had already run out.

The huge snowstorm made it impossible for Old Lady Lin to open her mouth.

I can't even open my eyes.

Her frail body could not withstand the wind and snow, and she was soon blown back after leaving the camp.

If she walked any further, she was even afraid that she would be blown away.

I could only hide behind the wooden fence of the camp and shout loudly to the outside:

"Sanlang, don't do anything stupid."

"come back quickly!"

But no matter how she called out, Lin Ze did not respond.

The reaction of the people in Wangjia Village was completely different from that of Old Lady Lin's family.

After seeing Wang Miaomiao's frozen body, they all came over.

The village chief Wang Dakuo even took Wang Miaomiao's pulse and issued a death declaration for her.

The whole village bowed their heads and observed a moment of silence.

Some sensible women looked at Wang Miaomiao's body in a daze:

"Miao Miao is such a good girl, but his Lin family doesn't cherish her."

"Lin Ze, why did he keep Miao Miao hanging for three years? If he had married Miao Miao earlier, there wouldn't be such a disaster today. How could Miao Miao have ended up breaking off the relationship with Wang Shen?"

"I think this is clearly a premeditated murder by Old Lady Lin. You may have noticed it too late. I looked over here as soon as I heard the noise. I saw with my own eyes that the blanket on Miaomiao was snatched away by Old Lady Lin. She... is the murderer who killed Miaomiao!"

This statement came out.

Everyone in Wangjia Village was immediately enraged.

Everyone looked angrily at Old Lady Lin standing by the fence.

In the light of the fire, Old Mrs. Lin seemed to feel the anger of the villagers of Wangjia Village and turned around helplessly.

When she met the angry eyes of the Wang family, a deep fear rose in her heart, and she stammered:

"You...why are you guys looking at me like that?"

"I am also very sad about Wang Miaomiao's death. It's not like I killed her intentionally."

"You all saw what happened to my son Lin Ze!"

"I am a mother. Would I harm my own son?"

Facing Mrs. Lin's questioning, everyone smiled at the same time.

Will he harm his own son?

How could she have the nerve to say such words?

A woman from Wangjia Village immediately started cursing:

"You're not going to hurt yourself, are you? You're the one who caused your son's karma."

"If you had let Miaomiao marry your Sanlang earlier, how could this happen?"

"In the final analysis, it's you, this old hag, who's causing all this trouble!"

Old Mrs. Lin felt anxious when she heard her scolding.

But no matter how she refuted, the Wang family members in Wangjia Village did not buy her account at all.

If Wang Dakuo had not stopped them, the Wang family members would have rushed to Old Lady Lin and beaten her up.

"When the snow stops, we in Wangjia Village will hold a funeral for Miaomiao." Wang Dakuo stopped a young man and said to the Wang family members with a long sigh:

"Miaomiao is a child we have watched grow up."

"I really can't bear to see her wait for the ice and snow to melt and be left exposed in the wilderness."

"Miaomiao should be buried, but the Lin family must get out of our Wangjia Village camp." Seeing the village chief Wang Dakuo standing up to mediate again, a woman immediately put her hands on her hips and sang a counter-tune.

For a moment, the responding sounds became continuous.

Wang Dakuo couldn't have the final say.

Said to Mrs. Lin:

"When your Lin Ze comes back, leave my Wangjia Village camp."

As soon as she finished speaking, Old Lady Lin immediately cast a pleading look at everyone.

Throat movement:

"Yes...I'm sorry, it's me, Old Lady Lin, who is sorry to everyone, but you absolutely cannot expel my family from the camp."

“Without the protection of the camp fence, there is no way we could survive.”

"Village Chief, you can't really expel me. I'm also a member of Wangjia Village!"

"You can't really let me die..."