Fresh Off the Boat, Flying in the End Times

Chapter 119 Tian Youren

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Chapter 119 Tian Youren

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Chapter 119 Tian Youren

The melon farmer exchanged some vegetable seeds with Zuo Ling. Zuo Ling told him the precautions. The melon farmer repeatedly said that he could give it a try.

Seeing that he persisted, Zuo Ling gave it to him.

Compared with the melon farmer, she is a half-way monk. She is a professional, so she might actually be able to grow it.

The melon farmer's name is Tian Youren, and he has two sons and one daughter, the eldest son Tian Dali, the second son Tian Erli, and the youngest daughter Tian Sanlan.

The little girl was gone, and the niece Ge Cuiying came with them.

Back at the resettlement house, the eldest son was cooking noodles on the stove.

Tian Youren asked his eldest son: "Where are the second son and Cuiying?"

Tian Dali said to the neighbor next door: "The second son and Qian Xiaodie are next door, and Cuiying may be at Mrs. Li's house."

Tian Youren sighed, and they asked for two rooms. The niece lived in a house with Qian Xiaodie, who was her nephew's wife.

On New Year's Eve, a large family gathered together to watch the Spring Festival Gala. It snowed suddenly, the temperature dropped sharply, and the power was cut off.

The whole family hurriedly looked for warm clothes, fearing that the temperature would be too low, and even added charcoal fires in each room.

Because of the power outage, I was very disappointed, so I simply went to bed.

No one expected that the snow would fall so heavily.

Overnight, the house they lived in was buried tightly.

Tian Youren was awakened by suffocation. He pushed himself to get up. His whole body was limp and he had no strength at all.

The feeling was not uncomfortable, it was very comfortable, so comfortable that he just wanted to lie down and sleep. Tian Youren knew that he was gassed, so he quickly called everyone up.

I pushed my wife, but she didn't respond at all.

Fumbling to turn on the flashlight, my wife's face turned red and her breathing was rapid. She knew something was wrong and called her two sons to come over and help.

The eldest son heard it and agreed, then heard the door ring, followed by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

The temperature dropped rapidly, fires were lit in several rooms, and the eldest son also got gas.

He struggled to open the window, but the window was blocked by snow. He pushed it several times but couldn't open it. He was so anxious that he smashed it with a flashlight.

His hands and feet were weak, and it took a lot of effort to smash a hole in the window.

A cool breeze flowed into the room, making him shiver with coldness. When he regained his strength, he shook his wife, but he still didn't wake up.

He stumbled to see his eldest son. The eldest son came out wearing pajamas and a cotton-padded jacket, lying on the cold ground.

He dragged and slapped his eldest son in the face repeatedly, and finally woke up his eldest son, and then went to call his second son.