Chapter 3： nothing will

Chapter 3 Nothing

"Master Yin, since everyone is from the same town in the future, if you have any difficulties, you can tell the big guy. If you come, you will be safe, and the big guy will not be stingy to help out."

Wei Xingchang said politely, these people were either rich or noble in the past, and even if they were exiled, he would have to take more care of them.

"This…"

Yin Zhenghong remembered the fire that couldn't start at home and the well that no one would use, so he hesitated to ask for help.

Yin Miao knew that her grandfather could not save face, so she took the initiative to stand up and say:

"Hello, Grandpa Lizheng, we are trying to make a fire and boil water, but we don't have any belongings. It would be great if someone could teach us."

If my grandfather couldn't say it, there was no pressure to let her, a fourteen-year-old girl, say it.

"You're so old, you can't even make a fire, hahaha!"

In the crowd, Luo Xiaobao laughed proudly, even a child could do something as simple as lighting a fire.

"Which hairy boy are you, you dare to laugh at Sister Miao?"

Yin He also rebuked loudly. At this moment, he couldn't care about the hunger on his chest and back. Although Yin Miao was his cousin, they lived together since childhood and grew up together. He couldn't see others laughing at Yin Miao so much.

Just such a roar, it took all his strength, and his figure suddenly became a little unstable. Fortunately, his father Yin Bowen supported him in time.

"That's right, if you talk about Sister Miao again, I'll let someone hit you next time."

Five-year-old Brother Han said crisply.

Some people started to talk about it. This family used to be a big family.

Yin Miao was quite surprised. In the last days, people were weak and she was alone. Now that two such young children were protecting her like this, it was the first time she experienced this feeling.

But this feeling...not bad.

"Yo! Do you still think of yourself as a rich boy? No one who comes here can stand up again. You are occupying the land of our village and you are still holding a shelf. Isn't this inappropriate?"

As soon as Sun Lian's words came out, someone immediately echoed the road.

"Wei Lizheng, fellow villagers, I'm sorry, it's our family's lax discipline, but what my granddaughter said is the truth."

reprimanded Yin He and Yin Han, and Yin Zhenghong quickly apologized. He knew that he was going to face these people in the future, so he didn't want to be evil with them as soon as he came.

"It's not in the way, it's not in the way, our little treasure is also ignorant, so I'll take more care in the future!"

Luo Dazhi is Luo Xiaobao's father, an honest man who carries a **** down to the ground. As soon as Luo Xiaobao finished speaking, he tugged at his son's ear. At this time, Luo Xiaobao was covering his ears aggrievedly and didn't dare to say a word. .

"Since the two of you are neighbors, we will take care of each other from now on. I think the Taizhi family has also eaten. Why don't you lend them your flint and fire sickle?"

Wei Xingchang just wanted to make things happen. As long as there were no dead people in the village, he would have nothing to do here.

"Cuihua, go get the flint and fire sickle, and lend them a hand."

Luo Dingkai said, Ma Cuihua replied and immediately returned to get the flint and fire sickle.

"This one was copied to the bottom of the house!"

Ma Cui murmured as she walked, there was no oil lamp, not even a scythe or flint, she decided that the family would not last a few days.

The crowd dispersed, but Luo Xiaobao and Luo Dazhi stayed behind to wait for Ma Cuihua to return.

Luo Xiaobao blinked, looked at Brother Han who was about the same age as him and said, "You can't even fetch water, right?"

Luo Dazhi was about to pinch his son's ears again, but saw several pairs of old and young shaking their heads in unison: "No."

Yin Miao's head hurts even more when she sees this...

"I'll teach you!"

Luo Xiaobao flew to the Yin family's broken courtyard. It was already dark at this time, and only the shadows of some things could be seen outdoors without light. Luo Dazhi simply asked the Yin family to find the only wooden bucket to fetch water for them.

"Thank you so much Brother Luo."

Yin Bowen didn't expect this neighbor to be so enthusiastic, and Ma Cuihua also came back with something.

The women in the village are not like the capital city. They walk and talk in a hurry. The Wei family's three sisters-in-law looked at the quick and quick Ma Cuihua in stunned eyes, and they almost burst into applause.

"This...why don't you even have a pot in this kitchen?"

Ma Cuihua was able to see the family's kitchen clearly by the light of the fire. She hadn't cleaned it at all, the pots and chopsticks didn't have anything, and there was a smell of withered grass and mildew.

"Auntie, my family just arrived here, and I'm still a little uncomfortable. It's getting late, so I can only clean it up tomorrow. I wonder if Auntie can give us the pot as an excuse? We'll clean it up and send it to Auntie."

It was the first time that Yin Miao had asked someone to borrow a pot in her two lifetimes, and it was true that her body was already too hungry.

"What's this? Dazhi, what are you still standing for? Go get it!"

By the light of the fire, Ma Cuihua had never seen such a handsome little girl before, and the other party was polite and polite, so she would not lose anything if she borrowed the pot, so she called Luo Dazhi back to carry the pot.

The    family watched Ma Cuihua teach them how to make a fire and how to burn it to the fullest.

"It's normal for you to be from a big family before, but don't do anything stupid. There are several groups of exiled people who died in this yard."

Ma Cui lacely fiddled with the firewood and said, her face was flushed with the firelight, but the faces of the family standing behind turned pale instantly.

Several groups of people died in this yard? what's going on?

Brother Han immediately retracted into Wei's arms after hearing this. The five-year-old child already knows what death is. Now he wants to go back to the old mansion, but Luo Xiaobao smiled smugly on the side. nose.

"Auntie, how did they die?"

Yin Miao was not afraid, anyway, she had already died once.

"The person who was sent here for the first time, I heard that he used to be a champion. Think about how beautiful this champion is, but he can't stand it when he is brought to our mountain. Well, when Li was looking for him, he was already starved to death at the door of the main room, that person is thin..."

Ma Cuihua lives next door, so she is very clear about these things, and describing it to the family is like being there.

"This second person..."

"I know! The second time, several people were burned here!"

Luo Xiaobao interrupted Ma Cuihua and said impatiently.

"Luo Xiaobao, don't interrupt when the lord is talking."

Luo Dazhi carried a black big iron pot and said angrily at the door.

"Oh..." Luo Xiaobao suddenly died.

"There were three people who were exiled for the second time. They were also diligent. Probably because they couldn't make a fire to cook, they set the whole stove on fire in the middle of the night. Not even a corpse was found."

(end of this chapter)