Among the five people, except for the one nearly fifty years old, the others were all smoking. Each cigarette was smoked halfway before being discarded and extinguished with the sole of their shoe.
Tan Wenbin noticed this too and turned his head, chuckling lightly: Damn, I can't afford to waste cigarettes like this.
The woman was holding a child, looking very pitiful, and she didn't proactively seek help from Li Zhiyuan either.
Li Zhiyuan said to Run Sheng, "Brother Runsheng, go set up a tent for her, and give her my sleeping bag."
"Alright."
Run Sheng went to set up the tent, deliberately choosing a spot distant from the three of them.
At nightfall, the temperature in the mountains dropped quickly.
The elderly couple pushed out a gasoline drum from the house, placed firewood inside, and ignited it, bringing both light and warmth.
Upon seeing this, the five people first reacted by checking if Li Zhiyuan's group of three would come over.
