At this moment, A Chuan gently kicked two large pieces of rock salt he dug into Xiaole's pile with his foot.

Xiaole was surprised, frowned, and was about to kick the two pieces of rock salt back, but saw his companion Baoshu just turn around.

He pursed his lips reluctantly and did not move.

"Achuan?" After a while, the two approached, one of them called Achuan's name and frowned.

Ah Chuan hummed.

Although the man frowned, he didn't say anything in the end and walked forward.

Xiaole breathed a sigh of relief.

In the evening, the red glow was burning in the sky. After Baoshu and the others checked, they asked Achuan and the others to move the rock salt into a wooden sledge, and then they were pulled away.

Every day is like this, Baoshu yawned and finished the task before the afterglow of the setting sun disappeared.

The slave's day was coming to an end, and each of them received a bowl of nianzi soup and a sour fruit.

This is dinner.

Although it is not enough to eat, there will be jerky to eat tomorrow morning, everyone is used to it, and no one complains.

"Achuan."

At night, when everyone slept in a sheltered place, Xiaole couldn't sleep, so he shouted softly.

Ah Chuan pretended not to hear.

Xiaole said disappointedly, "...I'm so hungry."

"I really want to eat the kind of delicious food that I smell in the afternoon. If you let me eat it once, I'd be willing to die."

"Little Le!"

Achuan scolded in a low voice.

In the wilderness and depressions, as long as it is not winter, they don't even have a tent to block the wind. When they opened their eyes, the starry sky was vast, and the weeds were rustled by the wind, covering up the movement of their words.

A Chuan turned over, faced the sky, and muttered, "We are slaves, and they were sold by Sister A."

Xiaole sobbed in a low voice: "I know, I know better, but I often think that it would be better if I hadn't been sold. I'd rather die with you, my sister and my mother than to be a slave. ."

Xiaole remembered the time when the winter was extremely cold and snowy that year, and the old man in the tribe said that it had never been so cold in his life.

The tribe he and Ah Chuan were in were not well prepared, and the tents were all crushed by the snow. The entire tribe had to migrate in the extreme cold, looking for a cave where they could shelter from the wind and keep warm.

The cave was not found for a long time, but people were frozen to death one by one. Misfortunes do not come singly. One morning, Xiaole Achuan and a dozen other people found that they were separated from the tribe.

There was no other way, they could only move in one direction, and there were fewer and fewer people, and when they found the Salt Department, there were only five people left.

The three women, plus two teenagers, are Achuan and Xiaole.

It was too cold that year, and no tribe was better.

The chief salt gave them a few cups of hot water, and said that there was no place for them.

Xiaole remembered that cup of hot water, it was the best hot water he had ever drank, and he took a sip and all his limbs recovered. He thought at the time, with this glass of water, I would be willing to die.

Ah Chuan's elder sister had a few conversations with the leader, and after knowing that the Yanbu had the habit of accepting slaves, she begged the Yanbu to take it in and she was willing to sell herself as a slave.

After discussing with the others, the head of the salt department said that only two teenagers could be left, and women didn't want it, it was too bad.

Achuan's elder sister cried and agreed, and with a belly of hot water, said goodbye to Achuan Xiaole. The figures of the three women were drowned in the vast snow wind.

Xiaole knew that he was a very weak person. He has been A Chuan's little follower since he was a child. He cried when he was in pain, and cried when he was hungry. His willpower was extremely weak. When Sister A and the others left, he saw that A Chuan was very patient. Maybe A Chuan didn't want to stay as a slave at all, so he didn't care about the hot water.

It was because of himself, because he was so eager, that Ah Chuan stayed for him.

Thinking of this, Xiaole felt that she was the most useless person in the world. She chose, suffered hardships, and complained and regretted.

He was the one who said he was going to live, and he was the one who said he was going to die. If Ah Chuan didn't have him, he would definitely live a lot better.

Suddenly, he felt a heat in his chest, A Chuan rolled over and hugged him.

"Don't cry." A Chuan's chest was hot: "If you cry again tomorrow, your eyes will hurt."

Xiaole choked up and nodded.

The two embraced each other, and when they were about to fall asleep, they suddenly heard some sounds that did not belong to the wind, grass and insects.

Achuan got up alertly, resting his hands on the ground.

But listening to the distant footsteps, it became louder and denser, and with the roaring sound, the ground trembled slightly!

Many sleeping slaves woke up, some sat up, and some were timid and hid in the salt cave.

Xiaole grabbed the corner of A Chuan's clothes, her fingers trembling: "Chuan, A Chuan, who are you talking about? Will it, will it..."

A Chuan's face was not very good, and he shook his head. Xiaole understood that he would not be willing to run away while the chaos was taking place. Yanbe had kindness to him. If it wasn't for Yanbe, they would have already died.

Not only that, if someone wanted to attack the tribe at night, Ah Chuan would definitely not sit idly by.

However, Xiaole thought suspiciously, this direction, obviously came from the tribe, and went straight to the outside of the tribe. If it is really a crazy person, who wants to burn and kill, shouldn't they go in from the outside?

The two leaned against each other, each vigilant, and their muscles gradually tightened.

Achuan's breathing gradually became lighter, as if he had merged into the night, and Xiaole also fell on the ground as much as possible to hide her figure.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer. Not even ten people.

Just when Ah Chuan and Xiaole's nerves were stretched to the top, suddenly, a dazzling golden light illuminated in front of them, causing them a pain in front of their eyes!

A Chuan blinked hard to squeeze out the provoked tears, rolled on the spot and took a stone pick not far away, with his arms in front, in a posture of fighting against others!

Xiaole crawled forward a few steps, and was about to fetch the stone pick, when suddenly a clear and pleasant voice sounded: "Hey, where is the person?"

A Chuan was stunned, and Baodi Bi's slightly deeper voice also came: "It's all there, don't shine so brightly..."