Disaster Apocalypse: Farming, Family, and My Hidden Secret Space-Chapter 250. Miracle

After so long without seeing him, the old man, in his excitement, immediately expressed his desire to go with them, but with the pitch-black darkness and snowy roads outside, there was no way Hua Jin and his brother could agree.

Of course, Hua Jin was well aware not to offer to accompany his brother and handed the emergency lamp to him, with the two large dogs following for safety, which was not a problem.

By now, Hua Yunao was quite accustomed to anything his sister produced, never questioning the origins, just using whatever she gave him.

Such a small thing could emit a light as strong as daylight, truly a miracle. Although no one in the family said it, Hua Yunao had already formed his own interpretation in his heart.

Sister... No matter who she is, all he knows is that she is his sister, whom he needs to protect meticulously for life, and nothing else matters.

Thus, Hua Dage put on another cotton coat, holding a torch in one hand and the emergency lamp in the other, with the two large dogs swiftly climbing to the mountaintop, placing the torch in a conspicuous spot, like a bright beacon waiting for his friend’s arrival.

Elsewhere, after climbing two mountains, Luo Song saw the sky beginning to slowly darken. After a skirmish with wild boars and several hours of continuous walking, everyone was physically exhausted and had to rest.

In desperation, they could only find a place to set up a pot and cook a meal first. According to Jin’er, they still had a big mountain to cross, and without replenishing their energy and strength, it would be difficult to persevere, especially as the mountain nights were even colder.

The food was ready-made, mixed directly in a big pot with the dry rations they carried. Although not particularly tasty, the combination of broth and meat was indeed very comforting when consumed, and they added a lot of ginger to it.

After eating, it was completely dark, and they buried the fire with snow. Feeling the warmth spreading through their bodies, Luo Song couldn’t wait any longer and urged everyone to hit the road, ready to push on over the final big mountain.

The thought of soon seeing his friend’s family gave Luo Song seemingly unlimited energy.

An hour later, standing at the base of the mountain, Luo Song looked up at the firelight on the peak and smiled with joy.

Meanwhile, Hua Yunao, who had been waiting on the mountaintop, also spotted the flickering lights moving quickly down below, feeling equally excited.

"White Tail, go have a look. If it’s someone you know, make a noise; if not, come back quickly." Hua Dage instructed White Tail cautiously. The large dogs were very intelligent and could understand most commands.

As soon as he said this, White Tail shot off, quickly disappearing on the slope, while Lightning stayed obediently on the mountain with Hua Dage.

Before long, White Tail’s cries echoed from below, and Hua Dage couldn’t stand still any longer, grabbing the torch and heading down the mountain to greet them.

The two torch lights drew closer and closer, soon meeting halfway up the mountain.

"Is it Luo Song?" Hua Dage shouted excitedly.

The response was a swift embrace from Luo Song as he moved forward.

"Hua Yunao," he echoed, equally excited.

Like brothers who hadn’t seen each other for lifetimes, they clapped each other’s shoulders firmly, smiling at one another.

How wonderful it is to be alive!!

The thought crossed their minds almost simultaneously.

"Let’s go home first," Hua Yunao said, looking at Luo Song, appearing genuinely happy, a rare show of emotion.

It wasn’t the place for conversation—it was too cold. It seemed the temperature had dropped a few more degrees in such a short time, and he was feeling it, let alone Luo Song and his group, who had been outside all along.

Naturally, Luo Song nodded eagerly. Without finding a warm spot on the mountain at night, it was unbearable to stay. Had they not been continuously on the move, they wouldn’t have been able to withstand it.

"Have some ginger soup first," Hua Dage said, handing Luo Song the insulated water bag, motioning for him to drink while walking.

"Alright," Luo Song agreed, taking several gulps without hesitation. Instantly, he felt warmth in his stomach, spreading energy through his body.

Seeing his friend didn’t mind, he passed the water bag to those behind him. The scorching hot soup entered their bellies, allowing them to finally straighten their backs somewhat.

Under Hua Dage’s lead, along with the two large dogs, a group of people crossed the mountaintop heading to the Hua family’s cave.

"Grandpa, Grandma, Mom, look who’s here?" Even before knocking, Hua Dage’s voice had already reached inside the cave.

Little Si was the quickest. Almost as soon as his brother’s voice was heard, he darted out of the cave, guarding the entrance. By the time Hua Lao Han got there, he had already opened the door.

"Big brother, you’re back! Who’s here?" Little Si was extremely curious; his big brother rarely got so excited, squinting to see who was beside him.

Unfortunately, they were wrapped too tightly, and with the darkness outside, it was hard to tell who it was.

"Is it little Song?" Hua Lao Han squeezed his grandson aside, looking happily at the person next to his eldest grandson.

Luo Song quickly pulled down the scarf from his face, stepping forward a few paces to reveal himself in the firelight, curling his frozen lips into a smile at the old man.

"Grandpa Hua, it’s me, the brat. You still look so robust, wonderful!"

"Good, good, good," Hua Lao Han responded rapidly, noticing the icicles on Luo Song’s eyebrows. He hurriedly stepped aside, "Quick, come in, it’s cold outside."

"Yes, quickly, come in," echoed Hua Laopo, pulling him inside with a tug, her heart aching at the sight of Luo Song’s frostbitten face.

"Look at you, freezing the child, Xiu Niang, hurry and boil some hot soup for the child to warm up," she urged.

"Okay," Qi Shi responded promptly, quickly going into the cave ahead.

"Grandma Hua, Auntie, there’s no need..." Watching his aunt already darting into the cave, Luo Song fell silent, closing his mouth.

"What trouble? It’s just a few bowls of water," Hua Laopo said, leading him into the cave, even squeezing her partner to the side, while also inviting those outside to join.

Seeing his wife almost glued her eyes onto Luo Song’s face, Hua Lao Han shook his head helplessly, busy inviting people inside.

Though the leaders agreed and came in, they did not enter the cave but stood under the rock ledge. Regardless of how Hua Dage or Hua Lao Han urged them, they wouldn’t come into the cave.

"Grandpa Hua, Yun Ao, since they don’t want to, let them stay there. Too many people inside would indeed be inconvenient, plus it’s a closed space here, much warmer than outside," Luo Song said with a smile.

Since Luo Song said so, neither grandfather nor grandson insisted. However, they did bring out two coal stoves from the cave, tossing more than ten sweet potatoes on top. Little Si smartly fetched the long bench, wooden stools, and blocks from the house while Hua Jin brought out a large pot of hot sugar water for them to warm up.

Though it was just a small gesture of kindness, it was enough to touch these people, especially seeing the hand-sized sweet potatoes in the charcoal basins. This was precious food, and in such circumstances, it was rare to see anyone willing to share.

The travelers were filled with gratitude, gathering around the charcoal basins, drinking hot water and warming by the fire, dispelling the chill in their bodies and feeling warmed by the hosts’ hospitality.

Luo Song followed Hua Laopo into the cave, finding himself seated next to a charcoal basin.

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