MTL - I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood-Chapter 57

"My father is gone, he said to leave rations for the children." The couple was crying, and their children were crying too. The old man in the crowd, who was also inconvenient to walk, looked at the corpse hanging there, wondering what he was thinking.

An Yinong also looked at the corpse, and his heart was empty.

The villagers walked for more than ten days, and several died on the way, starved, sick, and even nearly died of thirst.

In the two years of drought, they paid great attention to the problem of drinking water. Every household has water containers in their cars. As long as they see water on the road, they will collect it and use it after sedimentation.

But the land is too dry, even if you walk along the water source, you may not see water every day. At its most extreme, An Yinong saw a man save his own urine, and then...

Of course he has heard that the middle part of urine can be drunk as an extreme measure when water is scarce. But he couldn't make that determination.

An Yinong has also tried many ways to obtain water in the wild, such as using temperature difference to distill groundwater vapor in places with dense plants and high humidity.

Results all failed without exception. Knowing and knowing how to survive in the wild are two different things.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the sky to start snowing, and the snow could melt into water, so no one in the team died due to lack of water.

The weather turned cold, and the villagers put on the thickest cotton-padded clothes. An Yinong even put on a hat and cotton shoes.

If you burn the fire at night, it will be very itchy.

An Yinong wrapped his face with a thick scarf, only showing his eyes, and sewed a pair of gloves for himself with the remaining leather.

To sew the gloves, he pricked his fingers with blood.

If there is no health aura, An Yinong feels that he is dead on the road.

Others had no such luck, their faces were split open and their hands and feet had frostbite.

Those who are impatient go directly to the fire at night to bake their feet, but they end up with frostbite on their feet. Only later did they learn to soften their frozen hands and feet before going to the fire.

An Yinong, who was outside the crowd, put down the grass curtain to block the view of others, before he dared to take off his scarf and hat. Compared with other people, his complexion is really too good, so he has to wrap up tightly.

It has only been ten days, and the mental outlook of the villagers has completely changed.

They stopped laughing and had no expression on their faces and no light in their eyes. Even if there is a campfire around at night, no one speaks.

Food has been decreasing, and the sense of crisis has been increasing.

If you eat less, you can't walk, leaving is a dead end. If you eat too much, you will have no food in the future, which is also a dead end. Feed the old man, and the child will cry with hunger. If you feed it to a child, the old man will die.

They seemed to be standing on a cliff, with children on one side and old people on the other.

"Wait until the provincial capital." The villagers comforted themselves and others.

When the villagers began to adjust to the snow, they finally entered the main road and joined the team ahead.

It was also fleeing, pushing a car with children and elderly people sitting in the car. However, their situation was much more tragic than the people in Tianjia Village. They didn't have much luggage, and they had a lot of mouths to eat. Those people were so hungry that their faces were swollen.

"Isn't this from Huangjia Village next door?" The villagers recognized them, "I heard that their village was robbed, so they all escaped in a hurry."

"I think it is, you see that they even lack winter clothes."

An Yinong made a brief observation and found that there were very few elderly and children in this fugitive team.

"Is that the youngest son of Huang Laocai?"

An Yinong looked over and saw an ordinary refugee, shivering in a thin blue cotton jacket, and being vaguely rejected by the crowd. Is that the protagonist? The disgraced person is more embarrassed than the average person.

Yes, they are scholars from wealthy families, where have they done manual work?

In the original plot, the original protagonist and the protagonist walked together because the two of them used to be classmates, and it was better for a while, and they were all alone and had nothing, so they just acted together. But now An Yinong has a lot of things with him, and there is an ancestor in the car who has to smoke a puff of green cigarettes every day. Of course, he will not go to this person to partner with him again.

So An Yinong just glanced indifferently and did nothing.

"Xiao Qi, that's the protagonist, don't you want to say something to me?" he asked the system.

"I don't want to say anything." The system lay flat, like a dead fish.

An Yinong was very surprised: "What's wrong with you, Xiao Qi? You didn't try to make me change my mind to do the task?"

The system does not speak, it feels that the host is laughing at it.

"Forcing is no happiness." The system squeezed out a sentence.

The escape is still going on. The two groups are from adjacent villages, and many of them are relatives. As soon as they meet, they naturally get together.

Although they are all fleeing, the direction of escape is different for each family in each village. There are people from the south, east and northwest. It is fate that the two villages met here.

The people of the two villages joined together and walked all the way to the next city. A row of soldiers stood on the wall, all holding bows and arrows.

Rows of arrows were placed on the bow and aimed at them.

"What's the situation?" The people from the two villages came late, only to see black heads in front of them, and from a distance it was a wave of black tide.

"Open the small door and let in."

Two taels of silver per person, but these poor people, where can there be money around?

"I've been walking for more than half a month, and I'm almost running out of food. If I don't go in, where can I find something to eat?" The people trapped behind asked each other, "Do you really want two taels of silver? But ...but after we sold it, we couldn't make up the money."

"Master, Master, let's do it, there's nothing to eat." Many people have nothing to eat, the way to survive is just in front of them, where can they wait in place? They rushed up, but when the people over there saw so many victims pouring in, they immediately overreacted.

"Fire!"

The arrow fell like rain, and the victims were crying. They panicked and pushed other people's cars, causing more stampedes.

"Come on, there's a murder inside."

The victims retreated, and the last two villagers also retreated. They dragged their tired bodies and walked numbly—so hungry that they couldn’t run.

"Let's go, there are no people here, no money to buy life." They left silently with red eyes, "Go to the next place to see."

An Yinong turned around and saw the soldiers on the city wall shooting arrows.

The cries of the victims are far away, but his eyes are blurred: Who would have thought that this is a compatriot from the same country?

"Xiwazi, hurry up, don't fall behind." The village chief shouted from the front.

An Yinong wiped his eyes: "Hey, here we go."

Gu Zhengzhong was sitting in the car, he also looked at the city wall over there, and suddenly smiled: "After more than two hundred years, the world is still like this. I thought that changing someone to be the emperor, That's fine."

The weather is cold, the day is short, the snow is heavy, and now they can't walk ten miles a day.

Today we also walked seven or eight miles, so everyone had to find a place to camp. If you don't take it, you can't do it. If you are covered by snow overnight, the people will be gone. Now there are two people who have caught the cold, and they are all cooped up in the car.

"I see an abandoned dock ahead, do you want to go there?"

"I think it will."

The so-called docks are the fortifications built by those big families, and even have city walls and city gates. No one lives in this dock now. It seems to have experienced a fire. All the broken tiles and broken walls are seen, and only part of the walls are still standing there.

The victims stopped here for a while, the man went outside to find firewood, the woman packed out the tent to sleep at night, and the child sat in the car and watched.

They built a triangular frame out of wood and covered it with a straw mat or cloth. But An Yinong didn't have to do so much. He took out three pieces of cloth and put them under the shed, tied the joints with ropes, and then hung a straw curtain in front of him. This is a small tent that is easy to use.

People from the neighboring village looked fresh: "How did this little car change? It's so easy to use.

"The box above is laid flat, with a mattress, curtains on all sides, and a shed on the top. Sleeping in it is warmer than sleeping on the ground. It is also convenient to use. If you have something to jump out of the car, Push and run."

People in Tianjia Village are also envious: "Isn't it? I heard that he hired a carpenter to do it before he left. At that time, we thought he was stupid and had money to spend. It's the sharpening of knives and woodcutters, this child's brain is really good."

Of course, there is also the mean acid: "What's the use of being good? Isn't it good to escape together? It's good, then eat Shangguan's food."

An Yinong smiled politely there, and then built a small fire, a triangular iron rack was placed on the fire, and a small pot was placed on the rack, and the water in the pot would soon burn opened.

He took the boiled water to the car, some of it was used now, some was poured into the water bag, and the rest was left to cool, and used to wash his face and wipe his feet.

Poured half a bowl of fried noodles, sprinkled them with salt, rinsed them with boiling water, and then ate a third of a hard scones with this bowl of noodle soup. This was his dinner.

It was a great dinner for the victims.

He also blocked himself with a curtain to eat, otherwise others would have to guess how much food he had left. At this time, most of the victims only drink a little porridge and water at night, and eat some grass roots if they are not good enough. They don't eat like this.

After eating all the noodle soup, he rinsed it with boiling water, and then drank it, so it was very clean. However, An Yinong was still used to washing with something else, so he was going to grab a handful of snow and boil it, and then wash his tableware.

"During the escape period, this kind of hypocrisy is really terrible." He complained to himself, jumped out of the car, and then... found that the male protagonist was rubbing against his fire. He crouched there and rubbed his hands, looking like a poor little boy.

"I'm just roasting my hands." The young son of the big landowner stood up in panic. It was snowing now, but his jacket was still autumn.

"Eh? Tian Xi? It's me, Huang Meisheng." He seemed to have just discovered An Yinong, his eyes flushed with excitement.

An Yinong looked at him without any fluctuations in his heart.

Forget it, the reason why so many people here come to rub his fire is because he recognized him long ago. It's not easy. After several opportunities, I finally performed such a show in front of him.

"I saw you." An Yinong said, "I didn't expect to meet in this way at this time."

Thinking of her own situation, Huang Meisheng felt a little genuine grief: "If it wasn't for the woman in the north who rebelled, the chicken Sichen, how could we face such a disaster?"

An Yinong didn't say anything: As for the current style of the government, people are not treated as people, and it will be a matter of time to rebel.

Seeing this, Huang Meisheng took a step closer and whispered: "I have always missed you, why didn't you come to me?"

An Yinong turned over the original owner's memory: "Oh, I went, and before I crossed the high threshold of your house, I was beaten out with a broom. Your servant still Let the dog go, for fear that it won't kill me."

Huang Meisheng: “…”

"I think there must be some misunderstanding." Huang Meisheng smiled awkwardly.

"You can stay here, but stay away from my car."

He went back to the car, lay on the soft mattress, took off his coat and put on the quilt, and closed his eyes: "I'll trouble you next, Mr. Gu."

Light laughter came from the empty carriage: "...Gu, sir?"