Traveling through the new apocalyptic era

Yin Ling felt much more at peace after finding the organization. From the looks of it, there shouldn't be many people buried at home.

"Sister Yin Ling!"

Yin Ling, who was about to follow along to see the situation, was stopped by a surprised voice from behind the crowd.

"Siyi?"

Yin Ling followed Xie Siyi behind the team. After the two chatted, Yin Ling found out that Xie Siyi was unable to get in at the door of her house last night. When she finally went to find someone for help, she found out that her grandparents were not at home, but at the entrance of the west village where an elderly person lived alone. Waiting for Xie Siyi and Yin Ling.

As a result, they encountered an earthquake and missed the two of them in the chaos, but they escaped. Then they followed everyone to sleep in an open space at the east end of the village for the night. Together, they took out clothes and bedding from nearby people's houses and dealt with them. One night. There are also people who did not care enough to damage their homes and just slept at home, but they were also tormented by aftershocks at night.

There were also people who ran out alone and there were people trapped in the house. They wanted to save people, but it was dark, snowy, cold, and there were aftershocks, so everyone pulled together, and stopped pulling those who couldn't. It was a bunch of old and weak people. No one can save the sick and disabled.

As the team moved, people kept leaving to check on the situation at homes with many missing people. Yin Ling also followed the crowd back to the front of his house and bid farewell to everyone briefly.

Yin Ling got into the tent and told her grandma about the situation, drank some hot water and then went out again with her grandma's instructions.

She was going to visit her third grandpa's house in the east. She didn't see anyone just now, so she didn't think of asking.

The thick snow on both sides of the road has hardened. It is not as fluffy as when it first snowed. It is as if it has been frozen into small ice crystals after falling into the water, and is crunchy when touched.

It was already ten minutes before Yin Ling stood at the door of Third Grandpa's house.

She knew something was wrong when she saw three people at the door calling for help, clearing snow and carrying collapsed bricks.

The third grandfather lives alone, and his children are all working in other places. His wife passed away early. Over the years, he has been working with the work team in nearby villages and counties. He can support himself without relying on his children anyway.

Yin Ling actually didn't see him a few times when he came back, because he worked outside most of the time, but when he came back, he would definitely come to his grandma's house to deliver some food and drink, and then have a meal at home, because the children didn't I am at home, so I am very enthusiastic every time I see Yin Ling, a junior. Recently, work has been suspended due to snow, so I came home.

"Uncle, is my third grandpa still in there?"

"Hey, it's Lingling. We looked around for your third grandpa but didn't see anyone. Maybe he didn't run out. It's not like you don't know about his house. The living room in the front is too big, and the room in the middle is far away from the front house and the backyard. I guess It’s too late…”

The person who answered her was a familiar-looking uncle. Yin Ling nodded and then looked at the collapsed houses in front of her.

The area of ​​the third grandpa’s house is twice that of other people’s houses, because the houses of his two children were built together and collapsed this time. The difference is that their yard is at the back, and the living room is in the front and middle, with one on the left and one on the right. They were a granary and a vacant bedroom. The third grandpa lived in the kitchen in the backyard, which was large and had a bed.

Every time Yin Ling comes here, he feels that it is unnecessary. With two floors and so many rooms, any room is better than the kitchen. However, the elderly are not welcome and are used to suffering. Living in the kitchen is not a hardship after all. Even the kitchen is better than the leaky tile-roofed house in the past.

"My third grandpa usually lives in the kitchen near the backyard. Let's go around to the back and have a look."

After Yin Ling finished speaking, the others also stopped. Everyone looked around to see where there were roads in this area, but they were all buried by collapsed houses. However, some of them had front houses and backyards, and they couldn't climb over.

"Let's go east and go around. I remember we just passed by the door of Xie Shijie's house. Their house didn't collapse. There is a passage next to it, maybe we can still walk."

Someone spoke, and everyone nodded. Just a few of them couldn't pull this house apart even after dark.

Yin Ling followed along. About 500 meters away, there were people on the left and right sides of the road calling people to climb the wall. Some were assisting in the rescue, while others were returning to their homes to find things.

Yin Ling followed and found the road. Since it had not been cleared, the road could not be seen, only waist-deep snow. People at the door next to me clapped their heads when they saw someone coming and asked why. They couldn't get in from the front, but it was easier to get in from the back.

So everyone went to the snow together.

Fortunately, there was someone leading the way, otherwise Yin Ling wouldn't be able to identify which one belonged to her third grandfather when she looked at the back of a row of houses.

The uncle in front called out the names of the family members as he walked, but no one answered. Everyone is in a bad mood.

No matter whether adults or children have never experienced this kind of thing before, they are actually confused now. On the surface, they seem to be normal, but in fact, they have long been shattered.

Think about your own house, think about the crops in the fields, think about the people who are injured or even dead. Everyone is just holding back.

"Third grandpa! Third grandpa!"

"Xie Shiguo! Xie Shiguo!"

Yin Ling stood outside the collapsed courtyard gate and called for help along with everyone, but no one responded, so she had to start climbing over the wall.

Several people worked together to clear away the snow in the low places. Finally, at Yin Ling's strong request, the young woman climbed in to find someone.

Yin Ling was more experienced this time, and he was good at stretching, so he climbed very neatly.

Half an hour later, Yin Ling crawled out with red eyes and shook his head at the three people waiting outside.

"Third grandpa was hit in the chest by a beam that fell from the kitchen. He is already dead..."

Yin Ling's voice was not loud, but everyone present heard it clearly.

"My condolences, little girl, it's all about fate..."

Yin Ling said nothing, and the group returned along the road. They could only wait for the rescue team to make arrangements.

Yin Ling was not in a good mood, and she didn't think about how to tell her grandma, so she just followed everyone to find the person.

It wasn't until my stomach growled that I realized it was already noon. I went with everyone to the village's Dongtou Supermarket to pick up two supplies, two loaves, two packs of biscuits, and two bottles of water. The village party secretary arranged for someone to pull them out of the supermarket, and they were given to me in case of emergency. Village people.

Then Yin Ling went to register the family information, and saw Feng Mianmian and others who did not go with him last night. They nodded to each other without saying anything.

When Yin Ling returned home, she found that her grandma was clearing the snow at the entrance of the courtyard. She had cleared a passage almost one meter wide from the entrance of the courtyard to the roadside. The old man could not stay idle.

"Grandma, I'm back"

"Hey, Lingling is back. Come into the tent and rest."

The two of them entered the tent. Yin Ling threw her boots into the corner of the tent and covered her legs in the quilt. She was not actually cold, but her grandma thought she was.

(End of this chapter)