She floated here along the water of the Haijiang River, maybe it was really her death, she was unconsciously hung by a piece of wood, and her desire to survive made her hug the big wood, and then followed the Haijiang River I don’t know how long it floated. Finally, it was picked up by the person here. When she was picked up, her bones in one leg were broken, and her face was also scratched. Almost all of the people were soaked. These kindhearted people let her stay in the village, let a village doctor in the village, healed her legs, but here the condition is too backward after all, a few months later, when she can walk, her legs become like this, Doctor Tu said that if he could find the big hospital outside, it might be fine. However, in this weather, Daxue must have sealed the mountain. If she wants to go out, she must be looking for death.
She was injured and she had no money, so this mountain could not come out at all, so she could only wait for the opportunity
Wait until someone comes in, maybe you can take her out.
Only, she asked when someone would go into the mountains.
The people in the village don’t know. Maybe they will come in several batches in a few months. These people are all for poverty alleviation, or they may be planted for a year and a half. No one will come.
However, although they do not know when those people will come, but in this season, the winter in the mountain is very cold, and the winter road in the mountain is not too good to go, so it is impossible for anyone to be here. Come in, of course, it is even less likely to go out at this time.
Winter in the mountains is very dangerous.
If it doesn't work, it's a matter of death.
Although it was said that Yan Huan had filmed in the mountains today, and the frozen hands had all had frostbite, but they were not as frozen as they are now.
In the mountains, there is a lack of clothing and food. Everyone is basically self-sufficient. The people in the village are most looking forward to when they can get electricity, but they are too remote here, and the poles can not be planted here. .
Yan Huan was struggling forward again, and the deeper and shallower feet were all stepped on the heavy snow.
As soon as her feet stretched in, the snow almost got into her shoes, and she clenched her teeth. Even so, she walked forward one by one.
She picked up a branch from the ground, hugged it in her arms, and continued to walk. She hoped to pick up more branches so that firewood would burn at night and she would suffer less.
The winter in the mountains is very long, and now it is only until December, maybe she has to survive these three months here.
In fact, three months is not long, really, not long, it is only 90 days, from the initial coma here, unconscious, unable to move, unable to speak, and finally lame, ruined his face, And now she has spent almost half a year here, although sad and cold, but after all, she is still alive, compared to death, compared to such an unknown death, she wants to live, even if it is too bitter to live.
She came back with a bundle of firewood behind her, all the footsteps left behind her, until she closed the door, the broken doors and windows, and the cold air from the outside layer, she felt better. After patting the snow on her body, she walked to the stove again, her trembling fingers started to catch fire, and the fire here used matches and was sent by the people under the mountain. The village head was kind She was given a few boxes and she used them very much.
She is afraid that she will run out, after all, she is not a person in the village, so no matter how, it is impossible to get the village subsidies like other villagers. Besides, other people in the village have no days How much better.
Everyone is poor, suffering, and difficult.
Shaking her fingers, she drew a match with her almost frozen fingers, and carefully raised the fire. Fortunately, when she was filming before, she had learned some things, although it was acting. However, some necessary things are still needed, just like a fire, it is impossible to make a fake fire, so her fire level is quite good, and there is not much match spent.
She counted all the matches one by one and used one a day. If her luck is good, the fire may last for several days, allowing her to burn some hot water and make it for herself Something to eat
Just work harder and pick up more firewood.
There was a small broken pot on the stove. The water in the pot was boiling. She took a small pot from one side and opened it. Then she reached into her hand and grabbed a small handful of rice from the inside. In the pot, and the rice is not washed, the water used to wash the rice may be used to wash a lot of food.
Anyway, she now has thick skin and thick meat, and she will not die.
That is, she picked up the little jar again and shook the jar. There weren't many rice in it. The rice was from you in the village, mine, and I made it for her, but she was real I don’t know. It’s just such a small amount of rice. I don’t know if I can finish this winter. She can catch a little bit a day. She doesn’t know if she can catch ninety days.
As long as the weather is good and the snow has melted, then she can go down the mountain. After the mountain goes down, she can go home, right?
The water in the pot boiled, and soon afterwards, she smelled a scent of rice. She could not help swallowing her saliva, because she was really hungry, and she only ate one meal a day. And all of them drink these clear soups. She is really hungry. She used to be picky eaters. This one didn’t eat, that one didn’t. Lu Yi coaxed and cheated to make her eat more. Now I think, she I want to slap myself.
Why not eat such good food, why waste it, why picky eaters, why turn a blind eye, and now even thinking about it, she is in pain.
She was waiting for this small pot, waiting for the rice to be cooked, waiting for the meal to be good.
The small pot is not big, and there are not many rice in the pot. A small handful of rice and a small pot of water are enough for her to eat two meals. When she is finished, she will go out again and pick up some wood for herself. Otherwise, she may really be frozen to death at night.
And this stove is almost her life-saving thing.
A bowl of dilute rice porridge is almost soup, rice is the rice of the peasant family, and the fire is a serious firewood. This may be the most original thing she has eaten in her two lifetimes, although it is only white rice. Congee, there are no dishes, but because she is really hungry, so it tastes the same, still delicious.
There are still some left in the pot, these are for her to stay for the night, the night will be another, this day has passed.