Overnight, Ping'an Town and even the entire state capital were hit by snowstorms. People lost their families and relatives and cried bitterly.
The snowy ground was full of broken walls and pits. The people who escaped did not care about the coldness on their bodies and kept digging in the soil, hoping to dig out their relatives and dig out the buried food and money.
They were displaced, hungry and cold, and suffered from the loss of their homes and relatives.
In Minjia Village, because of Min Xiyao's participation, the people who were buried underground were dug out. Some villagers had their legs crushed by beams, and some had their hands crushed by collapsed houses. Some even did not run out. Crushed by a collapsing wall.
The village chief counted the number of people. In this snow disaster, eighteen people died in the village and thirty-six people were injured.
People stood in front of their houses, crying helplessly.
"Oh God! How can we live?"
"Son! You died so miserably!"
"Master, if you leave, how will we, mother and son, live?"
The village chief looked at the heart-wrenching scene and shed tears silently. Although he had prepared for it, he did not expect that the snow disaster would be so terrifying.
Most of the houses in the village have collapsed. Only the village chief's house, Min Xiyao's house, Yao's house, and the ancestral hall are still there.
All the affected villagers were organized into the ancestral hall. The village chief was sweating profusely and felt worried.
So many people, without food, will starve to death even if they do not die in this heavy snow.
But where did so much food come from?
Aunt Li's family knelt on the ground, wiping tears and thanking Min Xiyao.
"Girl Xiyao, thank you. If it weren't for you, our family would be doomed. You are our family's savior, and our family will work as cattle and horses for you from now on."
Min Xiyao was about to help Aunt Li and the others, when dozens of other villagers rescued by Min Xiyao knelt down with a plop:
"Xiyao, you are the savior of our family. From now on, our lives belong to you."
With that said, these people kowtowed to Min Xiyao.
Min Xiyao was about to help them and tell them not to do this. The village chief came over with tears in his eyes and said to Min Xiyao sincerely:
"Girl, let them kowtow to you a few times. You saved everyone's lives, this is what you should do."
Min Xiyao was about to say something, but the village chief immediately stopped him: "Girl! You are the savior of our village. Everyone is grateful to you, so just let them knock! Everyone will feel better."
Min Xiyao's lips moved, not knowing what to say.
At this moment, she was a little touched.
In previous lives, many people lacked gratitude. Others saved them, but they were bitten back. As a result, many people did not dare to help the old man when they saw him falling on the road.
The people here have a simple and grateful heart, how can they not be moved?
She cleared her throat and said: "Grandparents, uncles and aunts, brothers and sisters, I have received your gratitude. Everyone, please get up."
"The snowstorm broke out so suddenly. Although our homes were destroyed by the snowstorm, our lives are still there. As long as we have lives, everything will be possible."
Hearing what Min Xiyao said, everyone felt very sad and started to cry.
Min Xiyao helped everyone who was kneeling up one by one. The village chief said, "Don't cry, everyone. Girl Xiyao is right. As long as you are alive, there is hope."
"Girl Xiyao gave me two planting methods a few days ago. From now on, if our village follows Girl Xiyao's planting methods and grows food and vegetables, we will definitely rebuild our homes and live a good life."
The village chief felt sad and could only comfort and encourage everyone in this way.
Min Xiyao continued: "Earlier, the village chief called everyone together to discuss the snow disaster. I bought some food. I will ask the village chief to send a few people to my house later to transport the food. I hope it can help everyone survive this winter. "
As soon as Min Xiyao finished speaking, the scene fell silent for an instant.
A huge surprise fell from the sky, and hopeful smiles appeared on the faces of the ashen-faced people. People looked at Min Xiyao excitedly and asked excitedly:
"Xiyao, are you telling the truth? Are you really willing to donate food to help everyone get through this cold winter?"
"Girl, your life is not easy, we can't harm you."
A kind-hearted aunt lowered her head in despair. How much food can Xiyao, a little girl, save? There are hundreds of people in the village, how long can she last with that little food?
The girl gave the food to the villagers, what did she eat herself?
The village chief also stepped forward to persuade: "Girl, I know you have good intentions, but so many people in the village have eaten your food, what do you eat? We can't drag you down."
Many people have the same idea as the village chief, thinking that Min Xiyao's family's food is just a drop in the bucket and cannot save so many people.
Wu Chunhua, who was standing in the crowd, glanced at Min Xiyao contemptuously, and secretly scolded Min Xiyao for pretending to be fat and pretending to be fat.
Meeting Min Xiyao's cold gaze, she felt a chill in her body and quickly lowered her head.
Why is Min Xiyao's gaze so scary?
Min Xiyao understood the village chief's good intentions and smiled and said to the village chief:
"Uncle village chief, I have saved more than 900 kilograms of thick noodles and beans at home, and I will give 500 kilograms to everyone, which is enough for me to survive this winter."
Min Xiyao's words were like a pebble dropped on calm water. No one expected that Min Xiyao had saved more than 900 kilograms of grain.
More than 900 kilograms of grain! The price of food has risen so much. More than 900 kilograms of food will cost so much money!
Min Xiyao just took it out and gave it to everyone for free?
Everyone looked at Min Xiyao in disbelief and shed tears with excitement.
An old woman knelt down, kowtowed and cried:
"Great kindness, great kindness! God bless, girl Xiyao saved the lives of our entire village!"
The old woman burst into tears, thinking that even if she did not freeze to death, she would starve to death. Now she saw hope and burst into tears.
He quickly pulled down his grandson who was standing and said, "Goudan, kowtow to Aunt Xiyao quickly, remember your kindness, and provide for her in the future."
Well……
Min Xiyao, who was about to help the old woman, was stunned. She was still very young, okay? Why do you want to retire and die?
Others also knelt down and asked their children to kowtow to Min Xiyao and then support Min Xiyao until they die.
What's more, they want to light a bright lamp for Min Xiyao and offer incense to Min Xiyao on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month.
The village chief and clan elders unanimously decided to set up a longevity tablet for Min Xiyao in the ancestral hall to pray for Min Xiyao to live a long life.
Min Xiyao was speechless. She could live to be a hundred years old without them offering incense and praying, okay?
As a monk, isn’t one hundred years the most basic age?
Min Xiyao wanted to stop everyone, Qiqi shouted excitedly in the space: "Sister, sister, the power of merit has increased by a thousand points."
(End of chapter)
