Refugees can be seen everywhere, which often makes Yan Xiaoan inexplicably distracted. Those people seem to be passing by from far, far away, because their stalls have stopped.
At first, Yan Xiaoan thought about going to the city with Zhang Dashan to see what was going on. But after she got to the official road, she realized that the situation seemed to be more serious than she thought.
"Thank you, good man..." Yan Xiaoan's heart would twitch every time a passerby said thank you.
Everyone queues up to receive porridge and cakes, and after eating they will stay quietly aside.
Yan Qiuyu even found a few doctors to station themselves here, so that more and more old, weak, women and children stayed here, and this stall was established.
"When do you think this will be enough? With the little food we have, I'm afraid we won't be able to survive this winter this year." Auntie who is worried about the actual situation feels uncomfortable looking at these refugees.
"No, our harvest this year is just so-so."
"Chunsheng is no longer here this year. I can feed myself and the whole family so that the whole family is not hungry. When the time comes, all the harvest in our fields will be collected and donated." Zhang Wenxia was the most concerned about this matter.
During this period of busy life, she was the most diligent.
After dividing the rice porridge, Yan Xiaoan took a bite of the sesame seed cake. It was hard and tasteless, but for these refugees, it was a life-saving thing.
After finishing their work in the afternoon, they returned home. Zhang Dashan and he had almost collected the peanuts. The three young men worked quickly.
The peanuts drying in the yard carry the scent of freshly dug earth.
Yan Xiaoan looked into the pile of peanuts. Yan Qiuyu calmly got some, cleaned them and cooked them in a pot.
"You must be exhausted this afternoon." During dinner, Zhang Dashan peeled peanuts for Yan Xiaoan.
Yan Xiaoan answered the questions one after another, and the taste of the sesame seed cakes that afternoon was quite strong in his mouth. "fine."
"Don't be too tired. I have to go back tomorrow to help. You and the second uncle can take care of yourselves. If you need anything, ask Xiao A and the others to bring it to me. I will buy it for you when I come back."
"good."
After a simple meal and cleaning up, he returned to the study and turned a page of the Soul Crossing Book on the desk. Yan Xiaoan was surprised to find that the color of some of the names had become a little lighter.
"Old man, old man." Yan Xiaoan shouted excitedly.
"What's wrong?"
"Look..." Yan Xiaoan handed him the Soul Crossing Book.
Yan Qiuyu glanced at Yan Xiao'an, then at the Soul Crossing Book, and noticed the changes on it. He frowned, "That's not right, the time is not up yet, how could this happen?"
Pulling the Soul Crossing Book away from Yan Xiaoan's hand, Yan Qiuyu took a good look at it and calculated the time. It should be a few days away.
But soon Yan Qiuyu discovered something was wrong. The speed of the refugees increased exponentially, and souls that should not have appeared at this moment also appeared one after another, and in the past few days of giving porridge unknowingly, the souls had been transferred successfully.
"Is the obsession of these people really that simple?" Yan Xiaoan is naturally smart, and he can guess a thing or two from this.
These people who need to transfer their souls are trapped in chaos due to natural and man-made disasters. Their obsession is just to have a full meal and a good sleep. That seemingly simple obsession is the most important thing for them at that time. Something to wish for.
"From living to dying, a person is a slow process, and he will experience a lot in between. At the moment he closes his eyes, only what he wants most and can't get the most at the moment may be the thing he desires most. . It’s just that people’s hearts are also the most difficult to predict..."
Yan Xiaoan seemed to understand, yawned and lay down, "Forget it, I have to continue tomorrow, I'm so tired."
The second day seemed to be no different from usual. Yan Xiaoan thought it would be the same as the previous times of giving porridge, but this time it was obviously very different.
It seemed that they were the only master and apprentice in the entire porridge stall, and Yan Xiaoan discovered that these people were different from those he had seen a few times before.
Their clothes were even more torn, some could even see black marks on them, and some had various healed and new scars on their bodies.
Whenever Yan Qiuyu poured a spoonful of porridge into the bowl, they would hold the bowl and hold it for a moment.
The face that could not be seen clearly was reflected in the gruel, and those who were satisfied with the porridge would occasionally sit aside and look at the master and the apprentice, but they did not know when they left.
"How old is the little girl?" The sudden voice woke up the master and apprentice.
This seems to be the first person to speak since the morning. Yan Xiaoan was originally very cautious, because Yan Qiuyu had told him before going out that these people had been trapped in the chaos for too long, maybe they were just a stray soul, and they couldn't stand it. stimulation.
Yan Xiaoan had no choice but to put down his temper. Naturally, he was not used to hearing the sound suddenly.
"This year..." Before Yan Xiaoan could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Yan Qiuyu.
"Old man, look at the sky. It's a little late. It's time to hit the road after you've had enough to eat and drink."
The man looked up at the gray sky. He lowered his head and nodded to the master and apprentice, "I just think the little girl looks familiar. I have seen too many people along the way."
The old man muttered to himself and walked away with the bowl. Yan Xiaoan looked at it unnaturally twice.
"These souls usually float around when they have nothing to do, and they tend to talk nonsense. Don't worry about it." Yan Qiuyu comforted her because he was afraid that she would think too much.
"Master, I seem to have really seen him." Yan Xiaoan was not sure, but he just had that feeling.
Yan Qiuyu's porridge-digging hand paused for a moment. He naturally knew something about Yan Xiaoan, and he also knew very well that these people might have been encountered by Yan Xiaoan's parents on their way to escape.
But he didn't dare to say anything until he actually met Yan Xiaoan's parents.
"That's all for today. Don't rush the soul transfer." Yan Qiuyu is not worried about these people at all. What he should worry about will come sooner or later.
Back at the thatched house, Zhang Dashan was willing to be deserted because he had returned to the city.
Yan Qiuyu picked some more peanuts, mixed the dough with Yan Xiaoan and planned to make some peanut cakes.
Zhang Dashan was not around, and there was no one to compete with Yan Xiaoan for food. Her appetite was not very good at the moment. When Yan Qiuyu made the peanut cake, she just took a look at it.
"The soul transfer will be over in two days. It will be fine when you leave here."
Once the progress of soul crossing is completed, Yan Qiuyu naturally has no need to stay here anymore.
As soon as he heard that he was about to leave, Yan Xiaoan felt a little empty in his heart for some reason. "Is it about the celebrity?"
"Well, this should be enough for you to play with."
Unlike this mountainous countryside, Yan Qiuyu knew that he had wronged her for most of the past six months, and he felt sorry for her and had no choice but to do so.
"I hope, I hope this matter can end successfully, so that the Master will not laugh at you, Master." Yan Xiaoan rarely joked.
Yan Qiuyu was in a good mood. He made a paper man, threw it on the table and danced.
