Feng Ming grabbed the axe with both hands and clenched the huge wooden stakes, and in a short while, he split a pile of fine wood.

He looked up at Ling Xiaotian from time to time.

Ling Xiaotian is taller than Feng Ming, and he is definitely a prominent figure among these ordinary people. Even though he is wearing the most ordinary clothes, he is still tall and firm.

Ling Xiaotian was holding a shovel in one hand to help shovel the snow. His speed alone was enough for ordinary people to catch up with him. Soon he cleared the street and began to help chop meat.

The supplies of the Qin Dynasty that Feng Ming arrived today include ten cows and sheep. All Ling Xiaotian had to do was to help dismember the ten cows and sheep and then distribute them to the people from house to house.

At least these cattle and sheep are enough to allow hundreds of people in the snow town to eat in one bite.

Feng Ming couldn't understand why Ling Xiaotian was willing to live here and help the people here. He also didn't understand why Feng Qing and others chose Ling Xiaotian. So he could only observe Ling Xiaotian carefully in his own way, hoping to find the answer.

Seeing Ling Xiaotian's Mark as he was working to dismember beef and mutton, Feng Ming turned around and continued to chop firewood.

At the same time, there was also a young man from the town who was assigned to chopping firewood. He had two fingers broken, but his posture was particularly stable with his axe.

"Are you Brother Ling's friend?" The young man split the wooden stakes neatly and looked at Feng Ming at the right time: "My name is Ji Nanxing, and I am also from Xue Town. I don't think you look like we are from northerners.

, so ask."

Most northerners have deep faces and are also cheerful and direct in their actions. Feng Ming obviously doesn't look like him.

"I see you have been watching Brother Ling all the time. Do you think Brother Ling is buried here with us?"

Ji Nanxing obviously had read books before, and spoke with a different temperament. He was also good at observing: "When Brother Ling first appeared in our town, he had a shaved beard, and that outfit seemed to have been wearing it for more than ten years, and it was oily and

It was dirty. I didn't expect that Brother Ling, who had washed it clean, was so handsome."

Ji Nanxing was talking while chopping wood, and his movements were much faster than Feng Ming. After a while, the firewood he had chopped at his feet had piled up into a small hill.

"You are not like the people here either." Feng Ming looked up and down at Ji Nanxing. He could see that Ji Nanxing had practiced, but he had never built a spirit. He should be a martial artist.

"Haha, in fact, the people living in our Xue Town are not locals now." Jin Nanxing smiled heartily: "Everyone fled here because of war. They just found a place and lived there temporarily. Look carefully

, except for me, there was no young laborer in this town, and they were all killed in war at that time."

"What about you?" Feng Ming's eyes fell on Ji Nanxing's right hand, which had two broken fingers.

"I almost didn't come back." Seeing Feng Ming looking at his hand, Ji Nanxing simply stretched out and showed Feng Ming more clearly, with a relaxed expression: "I can just break these two fingers and save my life.

It was the ancestors who protected us. We were all from the former Beibing, and there was no Beibing now. I don’t know what it was for the war. We are not ordinary people who died.”

Ji Nanxing took back his hand and continued to chop firewood: "It's okay to be unified now, and the battle is over. Originally, we were planning to escape into the snow field, but we could just die inside. Fortunately, before entering, I heard that the Qin Dynasty was unified.

We don’t have to run away, so we stay here.”

"Then have you ever thought about going back?"

"Where are you going back?" Ji Nanxing was stunned for a moment before reacting: "You are talking about where we lived before. If you don't go back, what's the use of going back? People are dead, and you can only be sad when you go back. Just live in another place.

It's no big deal to change places."

Feng Ming picked up the firewood and cut it off neatly: "Do you hate it?"

"I don't have that time." Ji Nanxing said in a calm tone: "People, only when they are full and wear warm can they hate and be sad in the world. Look at us, there is no food or drink. Even the place where we live,

We must first repair the wall of this house and then repair the tiles of that house, otherwise we will freeze to death. Who has time to hate? There is no time."

Feng Ming felt a little touched.

He was cold-faced and didn't like to participate in these too complicated and mundane things. But he understood the reasons. There were chaos in the world, and there were wars everywhere, and only ordinary people were suffering.

They were forced to leave their hometowns, their family was destroyed, and they fled to this coldest and most miserable place in order to avoid it, just wanting to have a little vitality.

"There will be no more war in the future." Feng Ming said.

"Hope." Ji Nanxing smiled indifferently, looked up and asked Feng Ming: "I see that you are the same as Brother Ling, but you are cold and have a good heart. What's your name?"

"Feng Ming."

Ji Nanxing was stunned for a moment, with the surname Feng.

"Are you from Medicine King Valley?" Ji Nanxing followed the army, so he had seen some things.

Feng Ming did not answer.

"Haha, I knew Brother Ling was definitely not an ordinary person. I didn't expect Brother Ling to know people from Medicine King Valley. Are you here to find Brother Ling to go back?"

Feng Ming's aura was softer because he heard about Ji Nanxing's experience of war and was willing to answer Ji Nanxing's questions.

"That's true, not."

"Brother Ling's face is cold, but he is enthusiastic. It turns out that when he came, we didn't dare to approach him. You know, Brother Ling has a momentum of being arrogant without anger, and ordinary people are really worried."

"However, that day, Dad Ji fell in the snow and almost lost everyone. Brother Ling carried the person back and took the bones to Dad Ji before saving his life.

From now on, we all knew that Brother Ling was a good person and dared to ask him for help. Look, almost half of our roofs were built by Brother Ling. The roofs of these houses had long been crushed by snow.

Now.”

"Brother Ling doesn't ask for anything we can give. He doesn't dislike it. He takes it away when he gives it, and does not treat us as outsiders at all. Gradually, everyone fell in love with Brother Ling."

"If it weren't for Brother Ling, I don't know how many people would have frozen to death."

Ji Nanxing's tone of Ling Xiaotian was only grateful and admiration.

Before Ling Xiaotian came, he took the lead in repairing the houses in the town, but he had only one person, and the speed was too slow, so he could only watch the people in the town be frozen to death one by one. Now Ling Xiaotian is there, at least he has not appeared again

Someone has been frozen to death.

"Why did he help you?" Feng Ming asked.

Ji Nanxing obviously didn't understand why Feng Ming asked this. She was stunned for a moment before putting the axe on the ground, holding her hands to look at Feng Ming, and looked at her carefully for a long time.

"Have you never suffered any hardship?"
Chapter completed!