"Your, get it better."

After taking the dough cake in his hand, Chen Mo did not complain that he gave him less. The food rations taught by Taiping were just to guarantee that people would not starve to death, and it was impossible to want more.

In this situation, it was not easy to be alive. From the beginning, Chen Mo did not expect that the Taiping Sect could give them too much.

Hunters like Uncle Yang who have good strength can be divided more. These people are the targets of the Taiping Sect, while elderly, weak, women and children like Chen Mo can only have a stuttering and never starve to death.

"Where are we now?" Chen Mo asked, looking at the Taiping scholar who distributed the food.

"Further forward is Quyang. This time we are going to break through Quyang." The Taiping scholar glanced at Chen Mo and said.

"Siege the city?" Chen Mo was startled: "We don't even have decent weapons, how can we attack the city?"

"I have my own way, get out of here." The believer waved his hand impatiently and drove away.

Chen Mo was driven away by the people waiting for food from behind. He went around and then secretly ran to the other place where food was distributed. Taiping Cult was management loose, so he hid the food here and then went to the other side to collect it. As for whether anyone would not be able to eat because of his reasons, Chen Mo could not control it. At this time, he could only take care of himself first.

After a long time of going around like this, Chen Mo hid seven pieces of bread in his arms before he found his mother with a bowl of porridge.

"Mom, eat quickly." Chen Mo took his mother to a secluded place and took out the bread to share with his mother.

"Mo'er, what should I do if I'm discovered?" Chen's mother took the dough and said with some concern: "Mom can get it by herself."

"Those Taiping Cults are not like good people." Chen Mo shook his head. On the first day, his mother went to get it himself, and was almost dragged away by several Taiping Cultists. Fortunately, Chen Mo, Yang Mao, Li Jiu and others were all in front of him and almost started fighting. It was also from then on that time that Chen Mo had gone around like this every day to get more so that the mother and son and the black son could eat enough.

Chen's mother nodded, broke the bread and threw it into the boiled pot, so that she could eat more. Taiping Cult only distributed food once a day. Although Chen Mo brought back seven pieces of bread, it was still not enough for two people to have a day. Chen Mo alone was not enough, not to mention that Chen Mo could not eat all these. If boiled in water, it would be better and at least fill the belly.

Chen Mo finished his own portion in big mouthfuls, looked at his mother, and the fate and luck of the black son, and stood up and said to his mother: "Mom, I'm going to practice."

"Well, be careful." Chen's mother hugged Heizi and prevented Heizi from running around. Once Heizi was lost in such a place, when he found it, it might be in someone else's bowl.

Name: Chen Mo

Destiny: 12

Luck: 6

Money owned: 3813 Wuzhu coins

Fighting talent: Hawkeye lv1

Native talent: hope for luck

Life skills: farming lv7, manure making lv6, strong memory lv4, calligraphy lv5, body lv6, bewitching lv1

Fighting skills: Stick lv5, Archery lv9

Commander skills: None

Can be opened: Dream Training Camp

Standing silently, this is Chen Mo's only ability to exercise at present. Every time he improves his body, his strength will be greater. These days, he will train as soon as he has time. He has improved his body, and he feels that his strength has increased a lot, and even his body size has grown a little. However, according to past experience, the next improvement may take a long time.

Although Chen Mo had many other training methods in his mind as his bodywork improved, he did not dare to try it. With the food he got now, if there was too much training, the food would not stand the consumption at all. Chen Mo had no way to get more food at present.

If you have luck below 10, you cannot start a dream training camp. Although luck begins to stabilize after joining the Taiping Sect, your luck will start to stabilize and will recover every day, the upper limit has changed from the previous 10 to the current 6. However, for the gods in the system, it is obvious that the requirements for starting a dream training camp will not be changed. Chen Mo can only improve his abilities through his own continuous training.

Two meals a day, half an hour of standing still, sometimes I can’t even maintain this because I can only lie on the ground at night, so I have to eat something before going to bed to ensure that I won’t wake up again after a night.

"Brother Ergou, do you have something to eat?" Ah Dai walked to Chen Mo with a dull look on his face, asking with tears in his eyes: "My mother... is almost starving to death."

"It's gone." After hesitating for a moment, Chen Mo shook his head and looked at Ah Dai and said, "Take me to see my aunt."

"Yeah." Ah Dai nodded helplessly and took Chen Mo to the place where he and his mother were.

Aunt Cai was already thin and bloodless. She looked at Chen Mo coming with a dull look, and a few smiles squeezed out on her face: "Ergou, is there any food?"

Chen Mo felt a little sour, and he shook his head silently, trying to say something, but looking at Aunt Cai's sunken eyes, he couldn't say anything, and there seemed to be something in his throat.

"Let's go." Chen Mo pulled Ah Dai.

"What are you doing?" Ah Dai looked at Chen Mo blankly.

"Go and find some food for my aunt." Chen Mo took a deep breath, and without saying much, he took Ah Dai away.

"Brother Ergou, I asked Uncle Yang, there was not much there." Ah Dai was pulled to the place where there was a tent, a little scared.

"Don't look for Uncle Yang." Chen Mo shook his head and took Ah Dai around. Although there were people guarding the tent, there were not many. Chen Mo found the places for the Taiping Christians who served food in the morning.

"They... won't give it to us!" A Dai looked at the people in fear.

"I got my life by myself, so I don't need to give it to you!" Chen Mo took Ah Dai and broke straight into a tent.

A Taiping Cult is gnawing on the bread. Compared to the way most people eat voraciously, this man is much more gentle. When he saw the two of them coming in, he frowned and said, "What are you doing, little boy? Get out!"

"I want to eat!" Chen Mo looked at the dough cake in front of him and reached out to get it.

"The little boy is looking for death!" The man's face changed and he reached out to beat him.

Chen Mo took off the short bow from his back, turned around and kicked the other party down. The man screamed in pain and was about to shout, but Chen Mo had already bullied himself, put the short bow around the other party's neck and strangled it hard.

"Huh~" The man wanted to turn over, but Chen Mo's knees were pressed between the other party's waist and back, and he used all his strength with both hands.

Ah Dai looked at this scene blankly, opening her mouth but not daring to speak.

"What are you looking at? Why don't you come and help me!" Chen Mo glared at Ah Dai and said.

Ah Dai ran over mechanically, but was slapped on the face by the man, sitting in front of the man with his butt, watching the man's face change from redness to purple, and finally his eyes turned white, and his eyes almost protruded. His hands were dancing in front of him, and his strength became weaker and weaker until he finally dropped weakly...

"What are you looking at? Take food!" Chen Mo snatched for a while after the other party did not struggle, then let go, withdrew his short bow, looked at A Dai who was still in a daze, and frowned and shouted.

"Oh~" A Dai nodded blankly, began to pack up the food on the ground like a conditioned reflex, and then carried one with Chen Mo alone. He followed Chen Mo as if nothing had happened, and left swaggeringly.
Chapter completed!