When a natural disaster strikes

Chapter 91 - 100

Chapter 91

As he was leaning against the window and watching the spreading fire worriedly, there was a knock on the courtyard door.

Shen Zhiyi was a little stunned. These people in the village were knocking on the door at this time. It must be nothing good. She didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but the sound of knocking on the door was too urgent. Shen Zhiyi still put on her raincoat and brought it with her. I wore a mask and took all the protective measures I could to see what these people were going to do.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she opened the door, she saw three unknown people standing at the door of her house. There were more than twenty people in the bamboo forest staring at them. These people were wrapped in large pieces of cloth, and the skin on their faces was visible. It is covered with yellow sand, and you can see a clear mark of sweat when you sweat.

The man who knocked on the door only showed a pair of eyes. His eyelashes and eyebrows were stuck in strands with sweat. His eye sockets were deep, and his eyes showed the fatigue of suffering. You could tell that he was not from the village, because these people They look obviously different from the people in their village?

The person who had just knocked on the door in a clear hurry saw someone opening the door, but he didn't know how to speak.

Because they met too many people along the way south and were used to too many human feelings. Indifference was the most common attitude they encountered towards them.

They know that this time is no longer the same as before. Everyone is in trouble, so they can solve it on their own and usually don't ask for help. But they really can't hold on today. They are tired and hungry, and have nothing. , the wildfire in the mountain burned too fiercely and quickly, and they even lost nearly half of their people before they could get down the mountain safely. At this time, they really had no choice.

The woman who spoke had a dry throat, as if a knife had been pulled across a stone, making her hoarse and unpleasant.

"...Can you help us? We have sheep. Can we exchange our sheep for some water and food?"

She felt guilty. The sheep in the group were already hungry and thin, with no meat at all, and all of them were skeleton. And she also knew how precious the water was at this time. They wanted to exchange a starving sheep for water and food, and she didn't know if the family would kick her out.

Shen Zhiyi's eyes lit up, sheep are good things, goat milk is nutritious, and the meat is delicious. If she stews a mutton hot pot in winter, she can't even imagine how comfortable it would be.

And she looked at these people, surrounded by exhaustion and lifelessness, and she guessed that these people must have encountered some kind of crisis.

But at this time, she was not a fool who was overflowing with sympathy. She looked at the group of people cautiously. The person knocking on the door was an old woman. Maybe she was on guard against Shen Zhiyi. There were two tall and thin men. Not too close or too far from the old woman's position, it would not arouse Shen Zhiyi's resentment, and he could save the old woman in time when he was in danger.

The other nearly twenty people stood farther away, standing in the bamboo forest, hiding from the sun and wind and sand, staring here without blinking.

Not seeing where the sheep they were talking about were, Shen Zhiyi still asked, "Who are you? How did you enter our village? Do you have sheep? How many?" The

old woman heard Shen Zhiyi say. The words came from a female voice, and she breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, women did make people feel safer than men.