Alien Sunshine Farm [MTL]

Chapter 38

Chapter 38

As night went deep, the church people slept all over the ground, except for a few people talking in a low voice. There was silence everywhere, but the sound of wind and snow outside became clearer.

In front of Qin Nuan was a broken basin, which was burning. She threw a broken leg into the table, watched Mars jump, and then put her hands above the flame to dry.

This damn weather is really too cold.

There was a sound of chewing something next to her, and she turned her head and looked.

A woman with a unkempt coat wrapped in a broken cotton-padded jacket is shrinking behind her clothes and secretly eating something, just like a thief.

Looking at Qin Nuan, she was stunned, and then tentatively, or flattering, handed over something, with a little pleading look in her eyes.

I hope Qin Nuan doesn't say anything she has to eat.

Qin Nuan took a look. It was a chestnut. It was not big. A little bud appeared at the top, but it turned out to be sprouted.

Qin Nuan was surprised that the chestnut was not frozen to death and sprouted.

Qin Nuan took it, put it in her hand and looked at it, and then pushed the brazier to the woman: "... roasted and eaten."

Women are a little tempted.

She was cold all over. She had eaten a few handles of snow before, and her stomach was already uncomfortable. Raw chestnuts ate their stomach, which was even more uncomfortable. Of course, she wanted to eat something hot.

But... Chestnuts will smell when they are cooked. How dare she let people know that she still has food on her body, that is, this raw chestnut, and she only dares to nibble secretly at night. She dares not eat it during the day, and she is afraid that she will be found out.

She smiled and didn't throw the chestnut into the brazi.

Qin Nuan also knew what she was worried about. He stopped saying anything. He plucked it in the brazi, picked out a few pieces of red charcoal, then found an empty eight-treasure porridge jar, sandwiched the charcoal in with two thin sticks, wrapped it in a few layers of rags outside, and handed it to the woman: "Cover, Nuannuan."

The woman was stunned and quickly took the jar, covered it in her hand, and felt warm. She pulled open her coat, put it on her stomach through her clothes, and smiled gratefully at Qin Nuan.

"...thank you."

"Be careful not to pour out the charcoal."

Qin Nuan reminded him.

The place where the brasting the brasting place was covered with two gloves, which were a little wet, but now it has been dried by the temperature of the brazier and is very hot.

She picked it up and put it in her coat pocket. The temperature spread to her body little by little through the clothes, which was also very comfortable. When the gloves were not so hot, she put them on the wall, pinched the chestnut in her hand, turned casually, wrapped the chestnut with vitality, and optimized it.

She looked at the people in the church, because she could see the vitality, and she could clearly see which of the people was a monk and which was a birdman.

The vitality of the monks and birds is not the same.

There are hundreds of people in this church, only a few monks, but there are three birdmen.

The three people smelled of flesh and blood. Just now, everyone chatted and she learned that there were a few thin-skinned and tender people missing every day in this small refugee team.