The firewood had been set up, and the iron pot had been placed on it.
As soon as the water source arrived, they poured it into the pot. Corn, wild vegetables, and other things were poured in. Everyone's faces were filled with anticipation.
Although it wasn't winter yet, the temperature in the mountains was already low, and it became even colder at night.
It could be seen that everyone's life was very difficult. Their clothes were thin, and when the mountain wind blew, they all trembled.
Just as uncle Shan was about to invite song qingxiao, someone by the fire shouted, "
"Uncle Shan, why don't you come here and warm yourself up by the fire?"
Uncle Shan responded, still holding his hand out.
"Child, come."
Song qingxiao turned her head to look at the bonfire in the distance. Everyone was looking at her. Some of them were dissatisfied, but they did not say anything.
