MTL - I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood-Chapter 55

Is this what he meant to leave with a lantern?

"They have died twice, and ghosts are nothing special." After a few breaths, An Yinong calmed down. He clenched the lantern pole and turned around slowly.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw the cyan tulle flying past, but there was nothing behind him.

The path that An Yinong walked is now surrounded by white mist.

He wrapped his clothes tightly and his teeth were shaking.

"Thank you."

After all, he took the lantern and walked home, first walking slowly, then speeding up, and finally running.

It was already dark, the world was dark, and there was only a boy with a lantern on the twisted black passage. The hazy cold light from the lantern enveloped him like a mist.

The unknown biological probes on both sides were about to move, but the place illuminated by the cyan fire was clean and nothing.

He ran all the way to the house, lit the oil lamp, and was still in shock when the sound of birds flapping their wings could be heard vaguely outside the window.

An Yinong waited carefully for a while, walked over quietly, looked through the crack in the window, and opened the window, only to see a dumb owl parked on the tree.

"Xiao Qi, do you feel anything?" He asked the system.

"No." The system was frustrated, it felt like the most useless system ever.

"The Gourd Pool is a must." An Yinong turned to look at the blown out lantern. No matter what it was, good intentions or malice, he was leaving. When he's gone, it's all over.

In the next few days, due to the increase in taxes, the people were struggling to live. Some villages that could not survive began to flee the whole village, and some people turned from good people to robbers, robbing property everywhere.

I heard that the rice shop in the town was also robbed, and many people died. Therefore, businesses have closed their shops, and those big households have their windows and doors closed, for fear of being pushed by the hungry and crazy people.

Tianjiacun is also panicking, and people are hesitant to leave or stay.

An Yinong no longer went out, he pushed the wheelbarrow to the carpenter's house for repair.

The front wheels were replaced with new thicker ones, the sides were reinforced, and two small wheels were fixed at the back, which became a 'tricycle'. Three wooden boxes of the same size are fixed on the flatbed, and he can lie on them to sleep at night without having to set up another tent.

"Put a bamboo shed on it and paste it with oiled paper to keep out the wind and rain."

The carpenter said, "Are you going to look for food elsewhere?"

"If it is possible, who wants to leave the country? People are cheap." An Yinong sighed and shook his head, "But when will it rain today?"

The carpenter didn't say anything. Although he still has a skill, his life is also very difficult.

An Yinong didn't go out for a few days after that. He replaced some oil with things that he didn't use at home, and then packed up the little stone mill that was not used at home, and ground all the food at home into powder .

He sews clothes and repairs tools at home during the day, and secretly grinds grain at night. After a few nights, most of the grain is ground into fine powder.

"Put this bag of multigrain powder in a pot to dry fry, fry until cooked, and add water when you eat it. The same goes for these black beans, they are fried and eaten dry. This bag of multigrain powder is roasted dry with oil Bread. If you really want to escape from the famine and don’t have time to cook, you can eat it directly.”

An Yinong carefully arranged the food at home.

The movement of his house was also noticed, and the villagers were curious: "What is your family grinding?"

An Yinong didn't tell the truth, only said: "Grinding the bark, the elm bark at the door is ground for a good entrance."

This is not a complete lie, he did grind some bark and put it in a bag. Others have already started eating bark, so their family can't be too special.

When it was about time, the carpenter had already repaired the original wheelbarrow to be extremely strong. An Yinong looked at the handcart with a shed and a wooden box, and a rare smile appeared on his face.

"I put a long pole for you on the bamboo shed. When you hang it with a cloth at night, no one can see you. Anyway, you can sleep better." The carpenter said.

After taking the remodeled wheelbarrow, he went to the tanner to take the hat and shoes, top with thick fur boots and a layered bottom. It's a pity that there is no rubber grass here, otherwise it can be a rubber-soled shoe.

As for the hat, it is the Lei Feng hat popular in later generations. It has two large ears, which can be hung to protect the neck and ears.

"One box for food, one box for clothes and quilts, one box for medicines and other things that may be used." All three boxes are full, so what about some pots and pans? just hang on the sides.

An Yinong tried to lift the wheelbarrow, the things on it were attached to the wheelbarrow, adding up to more than 200 pounds, and it felt heavy to push.

The car is too heavy to be carried by only two arms. An Yinong recalled other people's cars: "A strip of cloth must be tied between the two armrests, and the strip of cloth should be tied on the shoulders so that it can be lifted."

"Dong dong dong!" There was a rapid sound of gongs and drums outside the door.

He went out the door, and many villagers went out: "What's the matter? What happened?"

"Lianhua Village was robbed by robbers, all of them died, and none of them survived." The married woman who fled here cried with her child.

The villagers' hearts are even colder: "Robbers?"

The robbers came very fast, and they appeared in the next village the next day. The wealthiest Huang Laocai next door was ransacked. The young master and the young lady were also robbed, and only the youngest young master escaped.

This group of people robbed and left without stopping.

"I heard that they were defeated soldiers, and they were killing good people and taking credit."

"Several carts were pulled, and the sacks were full of grain." The villagers spread rumors.

Two days later, the villagers did not find out the whereabouts of the robbers, but heard that the county government was robbed, and the food in the county government was also looted.

Both soldiers and bandits, the county government was robbed, the county magistrate also died, and the nearby edible grass roots were also scraped out and eaten clean, this series of things was finally cut off The villagers had the last chance in their hearts, they knew that there was still a chance to escape, and they would die if they stayed.

"Walk?"

"Go!"

Countless hungry farmers dragged their families out of their homes.

"Just gone? There are still some things, don't take them?" People who fled the desert frequently looked back, and this piece of scenery and dilapidated houses seemed to be very cute. .

"If you don't take it, you won't be able to take so much."

"Our chickens are all killed? Can't we keep them first?"

"This is the escape!"

But if you don't go, you will starve to death.

Bring his parents, wife and children, pushing the car, abandoning their hometown, and the people from Tianjia Village set off.

"There is nothing to eat on the road." Looking at the desolate scene on both sides, the old people burst into tears.

After two years of drought, many plants could not survive at all, and were later gnawed by locusts and humans, so what appeared in front of them was a wasteland.

The road is full of yellow mud and sand, and when the wind blows, I can't open my eyes. Therefore, those who fled the desert covered their heads with sackcloth.

An Yinong pushed the cart and walked with difficulty, a thick strip of cloth tied his back, and the cloth was tied with handrails on both sides.

quilt.

Those families with large populations are pulling ox carts, horses, carts or donkey carts.

The poor family carried two baskets on one shoulder, one for their children and one for rations.

They just walked on the road without people.

The population of Tianjia Village is not too large, only more than 20 households with more than 100 people. They are going to go together, and they can take care of each other.

"Winter is coming now, the north is cold, no grass grows, there is still a war at the moment, and there is no way to survive. It is better to go to the south, the wild vegetables in the south grow early, and they will survive the winter. It's better."

Several grown men got together to discuss the escape route.

An Yinong did not stop it. From the development of the plot, the survival rate of refugees who fled to the south is indeed the highest. Of course, the road to the south is not safe. There are many mountains here, and there are many robbers and robbers. In the plot, they encountered two robbers along the way, and many people were killed and injured.

Thinking of this, he clenched the black iron machete in his hand, and there were muscles on his arms that were formed after three months of eating.

This month he also practiced the martial arts he had learned before, just to have a little more chance of survival when he encountered gangsters.

This team of more than 20 families began to head south. They followed the dried-up river for nearly ten miles on the first day. Occasionally, they could see puddles that had not completely disappeared.

Because I was hungry and had no energy, everyone was slow, and no one said anything along the way, and was dead.

An Yinong also stopped and walked, but he stopped to collect water and dry wood.

There are two baskets on either side of the wheelbarrow, one with a wooden barrel for collecting water, and one for holding dead branches and hay.

Other people have a large population, so you can divide a few people to pack the firewood and leave two people to guard the luggage. He was alone, and as soon as he left, the car might be pulled away.

So An Yinong came up with this method. Collect as many things as you can while on the road, and use them when you stop and rest.

The sky gradually turned dark, they found a dilapidated temple nearby, and more than 100 people crowded in the courtyard.

The sense of security brought by human buildings is incomparable to the wild environment. Several families have collected dead wood and hay, and they light a bonfire in the yard, and then take out the food to bake.

At the moment, they still have food. Although they are all grains, rice bran and even grass roots, the comfort is there, so they are all in good spirits and have the strength to speak. .

"It's so cold." The man took off his shoes and roasted his feet, and the smell of the stinky pigsty came out. A few women laughed and scolded them, saying that what they were going to eat later also smelled like stinky feet.

"Don't laugh, at the moment, there is still an eaves that can cover the rain, burn things, and have something to eat. I don't know what to do in the future."

As soon as these words came out, everyone calmed down, and even the children who were not very sensible timidly hid behind their parents.

At this time, An Yinong stayed in the most corner position. After his tricycle was parked, it was inclined. He had to put special pads under the two small wheels so that the car surface was flat , and will not move casually.

He hung rags on three sides of the wooden frame, fastened the straps, and hung a straw curtain on one side, blocking most of his eyes. He sat on the small stool and listened to their chat.

Of course, he is not just sitting, he is filtering the water collected during the day, pebbles, charcoal, sand, cotton yarn, and then boiled, you can save it for drinking.

Other families who drink raw water directly don't understand: "Drinking water, you have so many things."

"I'm weak, and drinking raw water is easy to get sick." An Yinong didn't explain much. He couldn't prove that there were germs and insect eggs in the water. If he said too much, they would feel An Yinong's curse. them. In this environment, he felt that it was appropriate for him to be selfish.

By dinner time, he climbed into the carriage on the wheelbarrow, lowered the curtains, and applied a 'health halo' to his shoulders, wrists and legs. After pushing the car for a day, it seems that my body is not my own.

The only thing that can bring him comfort at this time is the food in another space.

The dinner there is always very rich, and there is still a lot of food left on the table after he is full. Aynon consciously left behind less flavorful foods, such as lettuce, fruit and bread.

These are wrapped in a clean cloth for breakfast tomorrow.

Not long after dinner, except for the two people who stayed vigil, everyone else climbed into the car and slept. An Yinong was also lying in his car, bringing him a relatively private space. psychological security.

When the cries all around began to come and go, An Yinong also held the machete and closed his eyes.

"...!" His eyes snapped open.

"Shh." A finger pressed against his lips, cold.