MTL - I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood-Chapter 51

After leaving the village chief's house, An Yinong returned to his house and wanted to deal with kudzu. As a result, there was almost no water at home, so I had to go to the Lotus Well. He went on a pole carrying two buckets.

When I arrived at Lianhua Village, I found out that it was a long way to fetch water. There were too many people who came to fetch water, all lining up with supplies for water replacement.

Several villagers in Lianhua Village were guarding the well with knives.

An Yinong waited for a long time in the back, and found that the queue had to talk about distance and relatives. Word.

He waited for a long time, waiting for the team to move forward slowly.

Finally, wait for him. The villagers of Lianhua Village looked him up and down, and then stretched out a hand, which meant asking for supplies.

An Yinong gave three cents of money, and finally filled two buckets of water.

Not long after he walked out with the water, there was a commotion behind him, and when he looked back, it was actually a fight between a few men in the water team and the villagers of Lianhua Village. Others took the opportunity to rush up to grab water, and the scene was crazy.

He didn't have time to delay, he quickly brought water and returned home, ready to deal with kudzu.

Pueraria need to be washed, cut into small pieces, and then placed in a wooden basin to be beaten with wood scorpions to form a mud.

The beaten pueraria water is turbid like muddy water. It needs to be filtered twice with gauze to get the white turbid pueraria water.

"Wait and let it sit for a night." An Yinong wiped the sweat from his forehead, put the treated water basin in the corner, and then went to find a new wooden basin.

At this time, Mary sent a task invitation, and the little hamster's cheek pocket became inflamed.

He didn't go to Mary's to do any assignments that day, but he did it just now, and he could have dinner.

When the hamster that was stuffed with **** in its mouth was cured, Mary thanked him with a formal dinner. This dinner was really hearty. In front of him was a large white porcelain plate with a palm-sized steak, a golden fish steak, and a sun-poached egg.

In addition, broccoli, carrots, lettuce and potatoes are served for vitamin supplements.

In front of him was a plate of washed fruit and a bowl of rich cream of mushroom soup.

Looking at the oily steaks and fish steaks, Aynon felt for the first time that fat and oil were such a wonderful thing. He even ate guiltily because everyone else (the villagers) was still starving at this time.

"You must stop eating when you are eighteen." An Yinong must restrain himself, because he has no right to get sick - the effect of health blessing is limited.

The surface of the cod steak is covered with a crispy dough, which makes a 'click' when you bite down, accompanied by the rich aroma of the fried food and the delicate fish meat. He sat in the dining room and looked out, and he could see that the farm was shrouded in the setting sun, the orange sky flew over a flock of birds, and the years were quiet.

It's a pity that the quiet time doesn't belong to him, he is just a passerby, the world full of hunger and warmth is his.

Anon ate fish steak, fried eggs, broccoli, lettuce and mushroom soup, then he wrapped the steak, carrots, potatoes and fruit in a napkin and put it in his room .

In the face of hunger, he has no idol burden, so what does he eat and take?

After dinner, he continued to process the kudzu, torches were lit in the room, and the room smelled of burnt wood.

pink.

Probably because of exhaustion, or because of the aroma of fried steaks from the tip of her nose, An Yinong slept well that night, and when she woke up, it was dawn, and she heard the sound of roosters crowing in the distance .

He sat up and stretched, and suddenly, An Yinong found that the mattress next to him had collapsed.

He's always been sleeping very well, and this collapse doesn't seem to come out of sleep.

An Yinong touched the cold mattress and became suspicious: "Xiao Qi, is there really nothing weird in this world?"

"Really not, host, you can rest assured."

"It's still there." An Yinong breathed out a sigh of relief, he was worried that a mouse would come smelling it.

I got up early and cooked a bowl of multigrain porridge. He took out the steak and vegetables that had been cold overnight, tore them into small pieces, and threw them into the boiling hot multigrain porridge. After a few minutes of waiting, the temperature of the porridge has dropped and the beef and vegetables have become warm, so it is ready to eat.

The satiety provided by beef is incomparable to porridge and water. In addition, I slept peacefully yesterday, An Yinong feels better than ever.

After breakfast, he continued pouring kudzu powder.

The next steps are very simple, the water in the upper layer should be poured into the bucket, and the powder in the lower layer should be dried in the sun. After standing, the water will not be thrown away, keep it to continue cooking.

"It's done!" When the kudzu powder came out, he was even happier than his song was on the song list, and immediately made a bowl to celebrate.

After the pueraria powder is soaked, it is a light brown transparent gelatinous liquid, a bit like lotus root starch, and tastes a little sweet. An Yinong drank bowl after bowl.

Although the world outside the window is not as beautiful as Mary's farm, it still makes him feel at ease and peaceful.

"Dong Dongdong." The sudden sound of gongs and drums startled him, and when he came out, he found out that it was the village head, beating gongs and drums and walking from house to house.

Is it because of the locust plague?

Sure enough, it was because of the locust plague. The village chief took the responsibility for this incident on himself, saying that it was previous experience, and there was a major disaster after a major drought. And if you look closely, you will find that there are many grasshoppers in the field recently, and the grasshoppers turn yellow, which are locusts.

The villagers are skeptical.

"However, the wheat is just at the time of maturity, and it is the same every day, and now it is a waste of time to cut it for a year."

"Isn't it true, the wheat is being drummed at this time, how can it be cut?"

The villagers were so hungry that their eyes were dizzy and they were reluctant to cut wheat. Let them cut now, it is not cutting the wheat, it is cutting their flesh.

The village chief understands the psychology of the villagers. He is a peasant himself, and treats crops like his own baby. How can he not understand this mood? But ah, natural disasters, where will they wait for people?

"I have already said the situation, what to do, go back and think about it for yourself. I won't say much, and in the end, the consequences will be borne by yourself."

The village chief walked away with his hands behind his back, and the villagers frowned, but there was no way to get the best of both worlds.

Afterwards, the village chief's family indeed cut half of the family's wheat fields. Although the family had objections, the village chief made such a decision, and they implemented it accordingly.

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If there are not many of his family, many villagers have difficulty making up their minds. Besides, there is no certainty when the locusts will come, so I want to delay it. The result is procrastination and procrastination, with no follow-up.

Faced with this situation, An Yinong has nothing to do. As the village chief said, you decide your own affairs, and all the results are borne by yourself.

Afterwards, An Yinong went to Hulutan several times, dug up a lot of kudzu, and even found two very thick yam. The sliced ​​yam can be preserved for a long time.

Looking for kudzu, grinding kudzu, he worked hard for several days, and finally poured out a full fifteen kilograms of kudzu powder, which were carefully hidden in a jar.

At this time, the plague of locusts came.

The black locusts flew like dark clouds, it was overwhelming, dense, and noisy. From a distance, the dark clouds gathered by the locusts looked like huge monsters waving their wings.

The locusts soon landed in this remote mountain village. They ate everything they saw, and there was no grass anywhere they passed.

The rice that was about to ripen was fed to the worms like this, and the villagers collapsed.

"Hurry up, hurry up! Grab the harvest!" No matter men, women or children, as long as they can walk, they all go to the fields to grab food. An Yinong also went, wrapped his face in a cloth, and cut the wheat ruthlessly.

The locusts flew to the face and body, and they charged with great force, like bullets. But the villagers did not care about this, they desperately cut the crops that were not yet fully grown.

"Oh my God, this is not letting people live!" I stopped cooking long ago.

An Yinong looked around, only to feel a burst of sadness, he looked at the fat grasshopper in his hand, some yellow, some green, some had not mutated, and had not fully assembled into a locust swarm.

He shouted: "Catch the locusts! The locusts can eat!"

When An Yinong came, he brought an insect net, and now he took the net and rushed towards the locusts,

The villagers stayed for two seconds, and an elder patted his thigh: "locusts, locusts can eat!"

Can I eat?

The weeping peasant woman looked up at the locusts, her eyes green, she grabbed the empty sackcloth and rushed towards the locusts.

This man-insect war lasted until the afternoon, when the crops had been eaten up, but the locusts had not been eliminated much. These fat worms finished eating here, and kept flying towards the next buffet venue.

Looking at the empty fields and a few locusts, the villagers knelt on the ground almost numb. They have been hungry for a long time, and most of them have already started to eat bran and grass roots. Now there is no new food, what will happen in the future?

The situation here in An Yinong is also not good. Some stunted wheat and a bag of locusts are barely recovered. He wouldn't be able to survive this winter with just that.

Although there is still some food at home, it is not enough to live until next spring.

A person who can even arrange his own death without changing his face feels helpless at this moment.

An Yinong finally knew why people who posted 'catch and kill locusts to eat' in the ancient locust plague posts were laughed at.

Locusts can fly to a height of two thousand meters, what do humans use to hunt them? Do you use the Internet? And every time the locust plagues, the locusts are overwhelming, they come and go fast, and they run for half a day with a net in vain.

"Xiwazi, what do you say?"

An Yinong stretched out his hand to wipe his eyes, and regained his energy: "Pick out the yellow ones and throw them away, put the green ones on the pot and steam them, then take off the wings and dry them in the sun. Don't you have meat?"

He was having fun, and the other villagers could only face life with a smile: "Yeah, it's a meal anyway."

"The yellow one is slightly poisonous, but it can be fed to chickens and ducks." He added.

"Hey, where are the chickens and ducks, they have already sacrificed to the five internal organs."

In the afternoon, many people steamed locusts. An Yinong closed his eyes and ate one. There was no oil or salt, so he just ate it. He didn't hold back the psychological discomfort at all and vomited directly.

"I'm still not hungry." An Yinong pinched half a locust to reflect on himself. I'm so hungry, what can't I put in my mouth?

The system watched him reluctantly eat the half, and forced himself to swallow while nauseated. It was about to burst into tears: "Which **** closed my mall?"

"In fact, it's a good thing. If you realize that you have a way back, you will not be so brave and firm, and you will become weak." An Yinong swallowed half of the locust.

He must abandon the ego and sense of superiority of the traveler.

The night after eating worms, An Yinong had a dream. In the dream, there was a man in earth-colored armor with a sharp helmet on his head. His eyes were large and black without the whites of the eyes. .

Its voice is neither male nor female, it seems to be asking him why he eats locusts, and he also leads people to eat locusts.

An Yinong in the dream just felt inexplicable.

The next second, this monster-like person pounced on him, spreading a pair of wings behind his back, and the buzzing made people's brains burst.

"If you eat locusts, I will eat you."

"Ah!" An Yinong woke up immediately, a beam of strong white sky light shot from the window paper, and his eyes were completely white.

Hearing the sound of insects flapping outside his window, he stood up and walked over with bare feet.

The window opened with a 'squeak', and more sounds of wings flapped, and he saw locusts all over the sky.

The white light has disappeared, and the locusts are crowded. Like the sky before a thunderstorm.

These locusts were bigger than what he saw in the fields, almost the size of desert locusts. It was like a gust of wind came, and it all fell in his yard. The poor elm tree was wrapped in insects and gnawed at the bark.

Even the exposed wooden shelves in the house were gnawed around.

The worm was about to fly towards An Yinong's face, but he slapped it with a shovel expressionlessly, saying:

"Grab it and eat it, fry it."

The fried locusts were sprinkled with salt and pepper, and the children next door were crying.

He picked up the shovel that came from nowhere and slapped the bugs, and the feedback was as if it was not a bug, but a mini fighter.

However, at this time, he did not feel panic or fear at all.

There are too many locusts, how many are killed, looking up and seeing the old endless.

“Bee—”

"Tweet."

I don't know where a flock of birds are flying in the sky. At first glance, there are all kinds of birds, and the size and color are different from the south to the north. As soon as they landed on the ground, they began to peck at the locusts, one at a time.

This is really one thing, and the locust will be stiff and motionless when it encounters a bird. The seemingly endless swarm of locusts, the birds took two quarters of an hour to resolve, and then flapped their wings and flew away, as if they came here specifically to solve his problem.

An Yinong's doubts became heavier, he looked at the sky suspiciously, and his eyes became more and more blurred...

"!" An Yinong woke up, this time he really woke up, sweating all over his head.

"The yard!" He remembered what happened in his dream, he lifted the quilt and opened the window. The window was quiet and the sky was white. There were no locusts, no birds, and the elm tree in the yard was fine.