After feeding the exiled criminals, she was forced to reveal herself

Chapter 669 Great luck among misfortunes
"It's getting foggy!"

"What?"

The villager who was guarding the cave entrance and watching the wind suddenly looked at the sky outside and said.

One of them leaned his head out suspiciously, took a closer look, turned around and patted his companion.

"It's not necessarily a good thing that there's fog at this time. So, you keep an eye on this side. If anything strange happens, ring the bell and I'll go down and tell Lao Qin and the village uncle."

The companion nodded, "Okay, go ahead, I'll be on guard here, don't worry!"

After the two men explained to each other, one of them turned and walked into the ruined temple.

The people who stayed at the cave entrance stared at the situation outside with nervous expressions. There were three yellow talismans pasted above the cave entrance, and a sharp sword was stuck on the ground in the middle in front of the cave entrance.

No matter how I look at it, I feel more confident.

It has been more than half a day since they were inexplicably trapped in this mountain, and they have not found a way out.

Fortunately, Qin Jian was in the team, and he led everyone to finally find this old temple in the cave that had long been buried in history.

Qin Jian brought the villagers, carried several wounded people, and hid in the cave while it was still dark.

This place is very secluded, and many old people in the village don’t know its exact location, but they have heard from their elders who are still alive that there are some special places in the mountains.

It’s just not easy to find.

And previously, those injured people sneaked into the mountains for this reason.

If it weren't for the elders in the family, who were looking for younger generations to do work at the end of the year and found no one, they would have found out the trend by asking around.

Today's village is no longer the isolated place it used to be. The development of science and technology has narrowed the gap between urban and rural areas, let alone their village located in a natural scenic area.

I can’t say how good the situation is now, but at least the younger generations in the village no longer need to risk their lives to make a living in the mountains as they did in the past.

Therefore, many legends circulating in this village gradually disappeared with the passing of the elders.

Decades have passed, new houses have been built in every household, modernization has advanced by leaps and bounds, and everyone has become accustomed to this convenient and new way of life. Few people are still attached to the old traditions.

Unfortunately, some people are special.

Among the children who grew up in Changshan, some yearn for the colorful world outside the mountains, while others are obsessed with stories about the sparsely populated mountains.

The winter solstice is one of them.

Under the deep and secluded temple, more than twenty people sat in a circle against the wall. Four stretchers were placed in the middle of the circle. Lying on them were Dongzhi, a young man familiar to the villagers, and three strangers of the same age.

"Lao Qin, what's going on? Do you have any other way to leave here?"

A middle-aged man in his fifties sat cross-legged against the wall, looking at Qin Jian who was scratching something on the ground next to him.

As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone looked over at the same time. They looked at Qin Jian expectantly, trying to hear reassuring words from his mouth.

Even including Zhao Dongzhi who was lying on a stretcher.

He propped himself up with a guilty look on his face and tried to sit up. People around him looked at him with disappointment, but some people saw that he was inconvenienced and hurried forward to help him up.

"Thank you, Brother Xin." Zhao Dongzhi tilted his head to look and said gratefully.

The man named Brother Xin said, "That's enough. We are all from the same village. Just say those polite words."

Not to mention, as soon as he finished saying this, the faces of the villagers around him also looked much better.

I thought that what Brother Xin said was true. At the end of the year, a few young people went into the mountains and got into trouble. In the face of the common difficulties, no one wanted to care about it.

Of course, one of the big reasons is that this time they were trapped in the mountains, and there was someone who gave them hope.

Qin picked up.

This capable man moved to their village many years ago and has helped the villagers solve countless difficult problems over the years.

It was a blessing in disguise that they were able to bring him up with them this time. Otherwise, if they had come in at this dead of night, not only would they not be able to save anyone, but they might even have lost their lives.

The wild beasts in the mountains are starving in winter.

Everyone had great expectations for Qin Jian, but unfortunately, the more Qin Jian scratched on the ground, the deeper his frown became.

"It's really strange. We can find the old temple, but we can't find a way out in this area."

Qin Jian muttered to himself quietly. People who were far away could not hear him, but the villagers sitting next to Qin Jian could hear him clearly.

"Old Qin, why don't you think about this again?"

"That's right, that's right, don't worry! We believe in your ability."

Everyone was anxious, but the more anxious they were, the more the villagers who knew Qin Jian well realized that they couldn't rush him.

After so many years of getting along, he would never stand idly by if Qin Jian could help.

If you can't find a solution now, then you may have encountered a big problem.

Very desperate.

If they can't even deal with Qin Jian, then... will the end of next year be their memorial day?
There are some thoughts that you just can’t think about.

Zhao Dongzhi bowed his head in shame and said, "It's me who caused trouble for the village. It's all my fault."

Qin Jian looked up at him, smiled warmly, and said comfortingly: "You don't want this to happen either. It's okay. As long as you are alive, you can slowly find a way to solve the difficulties."

Zhao Dongzhi asked: "Uncle Qin, can we escape?"

Seeing this, others also asked.

"Yes, Lao Qin, we won't die in this temple, right?"

"Puh, puh, puh! It's New Year's Day, why are you saying such unlucky things? With Brother Qin here, everything will be fine! Even the mountain god takes care of him."

"correct."

The people of Changshan Village couldn't help but think of Qin Jian's past "great achievements". Thinking of this, it seemed that there was indeed a lot more hope.

"That's right, that's right. If it weren't for Lao Qin, we wouldn't even be able to find this old temple and would have frozen to death outside."

"You're exaggerating a bit."

The villagers started talking to each other again.

Qin Jian carefully looked at Zhao Dongzhi again, with a smile on his face, "I think your fate has not yet come. You won't die here this time. Don't worry, let's wait and see if there will be any turning point if we wait a little longer."

"Can I? It's been several hours."

Qin Jian lowered his head to study the things he had scratched and decided to put them aside for the time being, calm down, close his eyes and take a break to see if there would be any improvement later.

Everyone is familiar with Qin Jian's habits.

Seeing that he closed his eyes and rested, everyone fell silent and stopped disturbing him.

Being able to hide here to avoid the cold and snow is a blessing in disguise.

Someone said to his companion: "I will go up to take over the post and take a nap. Call me when the time comes."

"to make."

As soon as the man lay down, he heard footsteps. After a while, the person who was guarding upstairs came down.

"Uncle Qin! Uncle Qin! It's foggy outside. What's going on?! Is everything okay?"

(End of this chapter)