"Hongmei, bring me two thin quilts." Yun Huachun stood up and shouted.

There was a slight movement in the car, and after a while, Wan Hongmei handed over a few thin quilts.

"I got an extra bed for you so you don't catch a cold."

"It's cold, why don't you come in and sleep?" Wan Hongmei yawned.

In the past, it was because of the hot weather that we didn't crowd into the carriage, but now it's different.

"Let's wait for a while. I'm used to sleeping outside. Besides, isn't it still hot during the day?" Yun Huachun refused.

Wan Hongmei hummed and lowered the curtain.

Yun Huachun put the thin quilt on the straw mat and covered himself with another layer. He immediately stopped feeling cold.

Listening to the snoring one after another around him, Yun Huachun slowly fell asleep.

Before I fell asleep, I vaguely thought that I should leave quickly, otherwise the winter would be too difficult.

Early the next morning, Wan Hongmei took her daughter to talk.

"Yesterday, your dad said it was cold outside when he was sleeping. I asked him to come in, but he didn't come in..." Wan Hongmei rambled.

Yuntao nodded, chewing the pancake, thinking about doing some ideological work for her father later, and asking him to get in the car and go to sleep.

"We are missing some quilts in the car. It turns out the ones we brought from home are not good enough. They are too heavy and thick..." Wan Hongmei continued to complain.

I took it with me when my family was packing before escaping, and stuffed it in the carriage.

The quilt at home is made directly from coarse linen. The quilt weighs more than ten pounds and covers the body like a layer of baggage. Not to mention the warmth-keeping effect.

"I still have several old quilts on the cabinet in my room. I'll stuff your thick winter quilt on top of the cabinet in your room. It's too conspicuous to put in the carriage. I'll have to sew a quilt and take it out later. You can sew it for me...

"

Yuntao immediately understood what her mother meant and asked her to help sew a few quilts.

"Okay, Mom, I'll help you."

Wan Hongmei was busy sewing quilts, while Yun Huachun became a full-time carriage driver.

Wan Hongmei first picked up two old quilts at home, and then picked up some fabrics at home.

The clothes at home are made of fabrics produced in modern factories. Their delicacy and luster are comparable to silk. The fabrics here are purely handmade, and you can tell the difference at a glance.

Wan Hongmei specially picked some old clothes and fabrics that were rough and pilled. They looked too bright, and Wan Hongmei almost pulled out the old tablecloths at home.

It was Yuntao who stopped me, saying that the cloth had a strong smell and that I couldn't sleep because of the smell.

Finally, I picked up a few pieces of dark-colored clothes and unpacked a few pieces of coarse cloth.

Let this cotton transform into a shabby quilt that has been mended for several years, simple and unpretentious.

"When it gets cold, put this quilt outside and cover yourself inside." Wan Hongmei said.

In addition, a layer of coarse cloth was sewn onto the thin quilt covered by Yun Hua Chun.

Everyone was asleep at midnight last night and no one saw them. In the morning, Yun Huachun harvested early again.

Otherwise, their modern thin quilt with floral prints would spread in the motorcade in a short time.

They walked south for two days and walked out of the mountains.

After crossing a hill, I suddenly saw neat fields not far away.

Is this next to Tongdu Mansion?

Everyone felt a little happy, finally finding a place with people.

After walking for a while, I saw the smoke of a cabin in the woods not far away.

"There are people living here. Let's go up and have a look and ask for directions." Someone in the village immediately shouted.

Their group was so loud that they were afraid of disturbing the villagers here.

The motorcade also stopped where it was, and a dozen people were sent over.

Yun Huachun is among them.

There are only four or five houses at the foot of the hillside, and winding paths wind around the houses to the edge of the fields. No one can be seen, only a few birds chirping occasionally.

It's so quiet, so weird.

bang bang bang

A simple wooden door was clicked.

Yun Huachun looked at the closed door and followed the crack in the door to the chickens in the yard.

The chicken is still pecking at the vegetables on the ground. It must have been fed by someone just now.

But why is the door locked tightly in broad daylight?

In the dim earth house, something flashed past, like the figure of a child.

Yun Huachun couldn't see clearly, so he shouted a few words at the top of his lungs.

"Is there anyone there? We are strangers passing by here and come to ask for directions?"

"Is anyone home?"

The yard door was locked in broad daylight and the kitchen chimney was still smoking, so it was impossible that no one was there.

Other people in the village went to several nearby houses, and the situation was almost the same. The doors were locked and no one was there, and the children's voices could not be heard.

I shouted, but no one answered, because the people in the house didn't want to come out.

Then they can't force it.

A thin and small figure slowly walked out of the door of the house. It was a child.

The child's face was dark, as if he had rolled around in the stove, and his hair was messy, with a girl's braid.

But his eyes were exceptionally bright, shining like obsidian, full of vigilance and fear.

"Where are you from? Why are you banging on my door?" the child asked with a slight accent.

Yun Huachun heard that the accent sounded a bit like their Luoyang and Shaanxi accents. Several of his old colleagues were from nearby.

After listening to it a lot on weekdays, he also knows a few words.

"We came from the border, a long way away." Yun Huachun imitated the child's accent, which was 50 or 60% similar.

The people who were following Yun Xiucai were shocked. Did Yun Xiucai learn it now?

The child seemed to relax his guard when he heard the familiar accent.

"We were passing by here and wanted to ask for directions." Yun Huachun said and pointed in the direction of the motorcade over there.

The child looked at the large group of people on the ground, men, women, old and young. They did not look like evil people.

"I'm going to ask about my milk..."

The child said and ran into the house.

After a while, the door of the courtyard opened, and more than a dozen young adults from Shigang Village crowded inside and outside the courtyard.

The host brought out several bowls and a bucket of water.

The person in charge was a woman in her fifties or sixties, with a baby in her arms.

She carried the bucket in one hand and held the child in the other. The bucket was placed in front of everyone, and a child was holding hands next to her.

Yun Huachun looked at it and realized that the baby should be the woman's grandchild, but there was no adult at home.

"There is nothing left at home. We only have soup to serve the guests. All the bowls have been taken out. Let the guests drink." The old woman said in a gravelly voice.

The baby in her arms began to cry, and she hurriedly went to comfort the baby.

"Mother-in-law, why do you keep the door locked in broad daylight? Is there some wild beast in the mountains?" Yun Huachun asked in a tactful tone.

I have some vague guesses in my mind.

Yuntao and her mother sat in the carriage and looked around.

When I glanced at the edge of the hill, I saw something brown and gray moving, which contrasted sharply with the green shrubs next to it.

It was too far away and Yuntao couldn't see clearly, but he didn't think it was a bear.

Then he asked her mother, "Mom, what do you see at the foot of the mountain over there?"

Wan Hongmei heard the sound and walked over, and she could see what was on the hill at a glance.
Chapter completed!