Traveling through the distant mountains to tea farmers

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☆ 22. Chapter 21: Spring Chill

Chapter 21 Cold Spring

Days Just when the rice jar was empty, spring arrived.

The rain began to melt the snow, and the weather on the mountain became even colder.

Xiong Da led a group of people down the mountain, leaving only four strong men to guard the base camp. This time their mission was very heavy. Even for an ordinary family with so many people, most of them were adult men, the food rations alone were not small. What's more, they were all martial artists. Even Wen Lun, who was only good at radio gymnastics, firmly believed that he was on the road to becoming a martial arts master. Every night he dreamed of fighting a tiger, but he was always pounced on by the bear guarding next to him. The

daily consumption of martial artists is not only food, but also more wear and tear on clothes. Add some daily necessities, and you can make do for a short time, but not for a long time.

Wen Lun made a thick list. The strong men all blushed when they saw it. Although they had some money on them, Xiong Da resolutely refused to take it. Wen Lun didn't mention it either. He was not a fool, and he felt that these strong men didn't eat for free. In just a few days, he had gone up the mountain so many times that the prey at home was almost piled up into a small mountain. He didn't know much about the prices, but he knew with his knees that the meat could be exchanged for enough expenses for these strong men.

The village chief also took Erzhuzi with him.

When the snow just melted, it was the most difficult time to walk on the mountain road. The village chief originally wanted to go down the mountain after a while, but Erzhuzi was really troublesome. He didn't have the weakness of living under someone else's roof at all. He was good at slapping the table and breaking the bowl. He would cry until the roof was blown off when he was slapped. The village chief couldn't afford to keep such an ancestor, so he followed the Xiong family down the mountain. Erzhuzi

was still a child with little knowledge. He was surrounded by a group of fierce-looking strong men and shrank like a quail. The village chief was relieved that all his original preparations were useless. Erzhuzi

locked himself in the corner of the donkey cart and secretly pulled at his pocket. A pair of black little hands were clenched until the joints turned white, and inside was the first money he had ever received in his life.

Arriving at the county town, the military style was immediately reflected. Several strong men said nothing, took their lists and went to buy items in the direction they had inquired about.

The village chief took Erzhuzi to the orphanage, and Xiong Da and Wen Lun were on the same route as them, so they took them a little further. Erzhuzi didn't lower his head at this time, and his eyes didn't turn away. He looked at the bustling county town without moving his eyes. Such a beautiful house, such a cold day, you can still see branches sticking out of the wall. The weather was cold, and there were not many pedestrians on the road, but most of them were still in the joy of the New Year, all wrapped tightly and wearing colorful clothes. All of this was so different from that small mountain village.

Erzhuzi held his pocket tighter. His eyes fell on his dirty hands and the clothes with several patches under his hands, and he was so embarrassed that his ears turned red.

The orphanage that the villagers talked about was so terrible, but it was no longer terrible in Erzhuzi's heart. He would be a city dweller in the future, and he would be able to live in such a beautiful house and wear such beautiful clothes.

Not long after the donkey cart went, the village chief grabbed Erzhuzi and got off. The place where the orphanage is located is the poorest place in the county.