After Wen Ya took care of the farmers who were looking for trouble, she thrust the kitchen knife into the ground and said with fierce force, "If anyone dares to take another step forward, this knife will be bloody." After all, she did not use force on these farmers, she just hit them.
I feel sorry for them, after all, these people are not extremely evil people, they are just forced by the environment.
They came to sit down in front of the pot, and the family of five began to eat. The farmers who were beaten finally became honest and stood outside the kitchen knife, not daring to take a step closer.
A group of people just stared at each other. Suddenly, someone took the lead and knelt down and begged softly: "Good Samaritan, please give us something to eat. We don't ask for much, even a sip of soup. My family has been without food for three days."
Eat, the child is starving to death. Please give me some food." After saying this, he kowtowed.
With him taking the lead, the others paused and knelt down, saying that they shouldn't have made a mistake just now, or saying that good people are rewarded, or saying that it doesn't matter if they don't eat, as long as they can give the child a bite... for a while
, this hillside with the back of the sun is crying all over the field, which is heart-wrenching.
As these people knelt down, a group of women and children walked out from the bend of the mountain. They were either holding or holding their children, or carrying luggage. They looked at the five people who were eating with great longing on their weathered faces.
The women and children also knelt down. There were at least twenty or thirty people in this group, and they were all kneeling together. The sound of the children crying, the husbands kowtowing, and the wives pleading made the five of them feel like lights on their backs.
They couldn't eat any more. With so many people kneeling, they were undoubtedly using torture on these people to eat at this time.
Qingyu put down her chopsticks and sighed softly, "Let's eat somewhere else." She suggested.
This was the first group of refugees they met in the past few days. Although she wanted to help, she also wanted to live. Besides, the food in the pot was not enough. There was nothing she could do. The only thing she could do was
Keep these people out of sight.
She got up, walked to the corner of the hillside where people were carrying people, took out the basket from Xuannv Hall, and then came back. The family of five quickly packed up their things, and finally Zhufeng took the basket on his back and took the lead.
The five of them had just walked out not far when they heard movement behind them. When they looked back, they saw those people following them. Wen Ya was furious and shouted: "If I follow you again, I'll chop you up."
A group of people were so frightened that they stopped for a moment, but after the five people walked a few feet away, they followed suit.
Wen Ya lost her temper and couldn't kill them again and again. These people were not guilty enough to die, so beating them would be useless. She had no choice.
Qingyu secretly put the pot in the basket into Xuannv Hall. Zhufeng suddenly felt that his body was much lighter, and immediately said: "Let's go faster and get rid of these people." The group of people behind were all carrying heavy loads, and it was good.
If you haven't eaten for several days, you will definitely not be able to compare with them in terms of physical strength.
None of them objected. Now that they were crossing the river, they had no energy to take care of so many people. Wen Ya immediately put Qingyu on her back, turned her legs and walked to the front;
Shi'an Hongtao was not carrying any weight and had regained some strength just now. He was now following Wen Ya;
Zhufeng walked at the end with a backpack on his back, looking back from time to time, and sure enough, the distance between him and the group of people behind him was quickly widening.
After walking in such a hurry for two miles, they finally couldn't see any followers. The five of them were hot and tired, so they stopped to drink water and take a nap. Zhufeng's stomach hurt from hunger, and when he saw a hillside, he said: "Go up the mountain, eat something, and then take a nap."
Walk."
They climbed a little further up the mountain, finally found a flat place, took out the pot again, and started eating lunch. The pot was stewed with horse meat, wild mushrooms and lotus roots. This was the last thing they had to eat now. The rest,
Just those two plates of snacks and four apples.
"If we can't find anything to eat, we will be hungry." Wen Ya looked around. It was no better than Liao'er Mountain. It was bare and not green at all. They had encountered many such mountains before. She had traveled all over the place.
Not a single prey was found.
Qingyu felt sad. Thanks to Wen Ya for hunting, otherwise they would have starved to death. But as for those refugees, they almost all make a living by farming. They have no hunting methods or skills, and they can't even bend a bow and shoot an arrow.
, how do they survive like this? She couldn't bear to think about it.
Zhufeng drank the last sip of soup and regained his strength. He put down the bowl and chopsticks and stood up, looking around.
Suddenly, his eyes were fixed, and he walked to a tree in a few steps. He touched the tree and said with joy on his face, "Elm trees, there are elm trees here." He quickly walked around a few times and became more and more excited: "There are many elm trees on this mountain."
Zhufeng practiced medicine and had a thorough understanding of these plants. He immediately asked Qingyu to take out the sickle and kitchen knife, and then demonstrated peeling off a layer of elm bark, explaining: "This elm bark can be eaten into the stomach. We have something to eat.
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Several people looked at him in confusion. Although they had heard about chewing tree bark during the famine, was the bark really edible? Hongtao didn't believe in evil, so he walked over and took a bite, and his face suddenly wrinkled into an embarrassment: "This
No matter how you eat it, you can’t even bite it.” It’s hard to describe the taste.
Zhufeng smiled and said, "You can't eat it now. After I take care of it, I'll make sure you want to eat it again." He turned around and said to the others: "Hurry, there are many trees here, and there is no guarantee that there will be food later. Try your best.
Finish peeling this mountain."
"Have you finished peeling? You might as well stay here." Hong Tao gave him a blank look, but picked up the kitchen knife and started peeling off the bark.
Wen Ya and Shi An each took a knife and started peeling off the bark, while Qing Yu was responsible for cleaning the bark. Zhufeng demonstrated to her while explaining: "For this elm bark, remove the outermost and innermost layers, and there are two layers in the middle."
Layer, these two percent are edible."
Qingyu nodded in understanding and began to tear off the bark of the tree. When she heard movement at the bottom of the mountain, she looked down and saw the group of refugees just now. Qingyu thought for a while, turned back and said to the others: "Since there are many elm trees,
We might as well let the refugees come here to pick it, they have nothing to eat and are pitiful."
A few people didn't have any objections to this, but Zhufeng was still worried: "What if they get stuck with us again?"
"Then get rid of them again, you are so stupid." Hong Tao rolled her eyes at him again.
Zhufeng raised the bark in his hand and gritted his teeth, "No matter how big or small, can anyone talk to me like this?"
Wen Ya raised the knife in her hand, not showing off her anger. Zhufeng laughed in fright, not daring to be presumptuous anymore.
Qingyu stood on the edge of the mountain and shouted down: "There are elm trees on this mountain, and the bark of the trees can be eaten. If you want to eat, come and pick it yourself."
A group of people were walking dejectedly at the foot of the mountain. Suddenly they heard a childish voice on the hillside. They all looked up and saw a little girl holding a piece of bark in her hand.
A group of people rushed up the hillside without thinking, and Qingyu quickly returned to his team.
The farmers went up the mountain and saw Qingyu's family of five peeling tree bark. Everyone looked around and dispersed.
...
Two hours later, Qingyu had cleaned up two large piles of bark with the inner and outer layers removed.
Zhufeng said: "Bake the bark in the sun. It will be easy to process after it dries."
Qingyu then took the bark to the sun to dry. The sun was still strong at this time, and the bark quickly became hot. Qingyu turned the bark over from time to time. While she was drying the bark,
The four people in Zhufeng continued to peel it off.
The sky gradually darkened and the sun set. Zhufeng and the others spent the afternoon peeling. At this time, their hands were sore and painful, but everyone was very satisfied when they saw the seven piles of bark in front of them. Zhufeng was picking at his hands.
He said proudly: "There's so much, so save your money and eat it. It's enough for ten days."
Shi'an and Hongtao started to collect firewood to light the fire, Zhufeng and Wenya each took a kitchen knife and cut the bark into thumb-sized pieces, while Qingyu was assigned to find an iron pot.
The group of people I met during the day were resting around Qingyu and the others as a family unit. At this time, every household had a fire, and the fire was bright everywhere, illuminating the forest clearly.
Qingyu looked around and found a house that was processing tree bark. She stepped forward and gave some tips, and then asked if she could borrow an iron pot.