In Wang Tao's view, hunger is a disease. When he was a child, he once suffered from this disease for seven consecutive days.
At that time, Wang Tao was only ten and a half years old, and he once went on a medical visit with his grandfather. Because the journey was far away, he had to climb three mountains and cross two small rivers to reach the small mountain village.
After crossing the second mountain, the two of them lost their way while walking. It gradually became dark and the surroundings became foggy. Moreover, the thick fog lasted for seven days and seven nights. Wang Tao and his grandfather had no sense of direction at all. Following his grandfather, Wang Tao
He walked on the mountain road with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and then he couldn't walk anymore. Grandpa asked him to climb on his back and carry him.
However, the two of them walked in the forest for two days and two nights, but never left the forest. Grandpa also ate all the dry food he carried in his pocket. Finally, grandpa lit a bonfire and wanted to hunt a hare or pheasant or something to eat.
.But in winter, the mountains and forests are bare. Where are the hares? Not even a mouse.
So, grandpa took out the belt that had been with him for more than forty years and roasted it for Wang Tao to eat.
On the third day, both of them began to gasp for air and tried their best to stuff snow into their mouths. However, in vain they could only drink water and get stomachaches.
On the fourth day, it was extremely difficult for the two of them to even breathe. Grandpa said with a smile: If my old man dies first, you kid will roast me and eat me. As long as you can get out of this mountain, you will be a good thing for our old Wang family.
After planting a root, my grandfather smiled and closed his eyes. Wang Tao, who was still a child at that time, was frightened and cried. He just cried stupidly.
On the fifth day, grandpa suddenly smiled and handed Wang Tao a palm-sized cloth bag, saying that he had left a piece of pancake inside with Wang Tao on his back, and asked Wang Tao to leave the forest before opening it and eating it.
Wang Tao hugged the small cloth bag with gleaming eyes, and climbed out of the mountain forest almost in one step. When he saw a creek in front of him, and angry smoke curling up not far from the stream, Wang Tao couldn't wait to open the cloth bag.
There was no pancake in the bag, only a round and thick piece of bark like a pancake. Wang Tao's vision went dark and he fainted.
The unconscious Wang Tao was rescued by a mountain man from a small mountain village who went to the stream to fetch water. The unconscious Wang Tao shouted in a daze, "Grandpa---Grandpa--". So, everyone in the small mountain village was mobilized.
, I found my dying grandfather in the mountain col. The simple mountain people fed Wang Tao and his grandfather with rice porridge and goat milk. It took three or four days in a row for the two to regain their vitality.
After that incident, Wang Tao deeply understood the feeling of hunger. It was like a meat grinder stirring in your stomach. It was a feeling of having your heart pressed against your back, unable to breathe, and unable to straighten your back.
, it’s like being tortured in purgatory. It’s really difficult for people who haven’t personally experienced hunger to understand that feeling.
From then on, Wang Tao swore that he would never let his grandfather go hungry again, he would never let his family go hungry again, he would never let himself go hungry again, and he would never let anyone he knew or didn’t know him go hungry again.
Friendly hostility for anyone to starve!!
While walking on the streets, Wang Tao would often give the little money he had in his pocket to beggars, even though he knew it was a lie. He would rather be that fool.
Today, he decided to be a fool again, so he asked Lu Wushuang to go to the store next door and buy two packs of noodles and a pound of eggs, and then asked Lu Wushuang to serve noodles to an old man who fainted from hunger. The old man had not eaten for an unknown amount of time.
For rice, I can only eat liquid food now. Noodles and eggs are eaten by mothers in confinement. The food is soft and easy to digest.
As everyone knows, he asked Lu Wushuang to cook noodles. Lu Huniu, who had zero cooking IQ, put two packages of noodles and eight eggs per pound into the pot. When he saw the pot full of noodles brought by Lu Huniu,
Wang Tao had a headache and just wanted to hit the wall.
Perhaps because he smelled the aroma of noodles, the old beggar who was lying on the couch turned over and sat up, hugging the pot, grabbing the noodles with his hands and drinking non-stop. At this time, squatting in front of Wang Tao
A man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was scratching his arm incessantly--"Doctor, help me---" the man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks begged with pain on his face.
Before Wang Tao could speak, a chubby middle-aged aunt sitting in front said angrily: "Don't save him. Such an unscrupulous person has the nerve to come back. Didn't you say you are not sick? Why did you come back?"
"Yes, we can't save him. He just knocked down an old man, refused to apologize or help him, and even kicked him twice. Such a person is simply a beast. What is he doing here? He should go to the veterinarian." He was wearing a suit.
The young man in white short sleeves and a crew cut said indignantly.
The gray-haired old man sneered: "Don't look at the fun just now, just make a list this time. Young man, as a man, you must be moral and have a conscience. If you say that he is an old man with old arms and legs, what are you doing?"
I kicked someone when I knocked him down. Let me ask you, if it were you instead of the old man, would you dare to kick him?"
When everyone heard what the old man said, they all laughed heartily.
"Yes! You have to be moral - you have to have a conscience!" the old beggar who ate noodles like a drink interjected.
Everyone in the room turned their attention to the old beggar. After the old beggar drank the last mouthful of soup in the pot, he touched his bulging belly, burped, and said with a smile: "It's great, old man, I haven't eaten in three days. Today, I'm so tired."
One meal lasts for three days."
If you don't eat for three days, one meal is worth three days. Damn, are you the reincarnation of Hong Qigong, or the reincarnation of a starving ghost? Everyone was stunned.
The old beggar handed the empty stainless steel pot to Lu Wushuang, smiled and said, "Little girl, your cooking is good, but it's a bit salty."
After taking the stainless steel pot, Lu Wushuang gave the old beggar a hard look. The old beggar smiled and said: "Hey, you have a bad temper. You have a thin waist and a round butt, so the baby will be a boy." Then, the old beggar squeezed Wang Tao.
He winked and smiled. "Little boss, you are lucky."
When Lu Wushuang heard this, he was about to hit the old beggar with a pot. Han Xue rushed over from the side, grabbed her hand, and persuaded Lu Huniu, who was about to go crazy, into the back room.
Wang Tao found with some helplessness that this old beggar was still a disrespectful master. He even dared to tease Lu Huniu.
"Doctor, please, help me - I'm itching to death -" the man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks begged. He was scratching his left arm hard with his right hand, drawing blood, and he kept scratching.
"Why should I save you?" Wang Tao said lightly. "Didn't you say you are not sick?"
"I was really fine just now---but now, I--my arm is so itchy--it's killing me. Doctor, please, please think of a way to save me---"
"So you admit that you are sick?" Wang Tao asked.
"I admit--I am sick---"
"What's wrong with you?"
"I---my arms are itchy--"
"Wrong! The name of the disease you have is - moral decay." Wang Tao stood up and walked to the man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and sneered. "Immorality is also a disease!"