Solvasov's words made Rirtov feel confused. They were going to be escapees. The propaganda in the village had been saying that there would be no good end for escapees, and they would be locked up even if they escaped to Romania. And those who were arrested
The fugitives arrested were regarded as traitors and shot by the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
So after Riltov learned from his friends that they were planning to escape, he felt a little hesitant in his heart. Although the family couldn't get rid of the trouble, this desperate move was still very uncomfortable for him.
Riltov is even more frightened by the current situation, because some villagers who have been to other places said that there is no way to survive outside, and some people are even so hungry that they go to the cemetery to renovate the buried corpses.
Seeing the hesitation in Riltov's eyes, Solvasov whispered. "You should think about it once. My family plans to leave the village in two days. I have had enough of everything here. If I don't leave, I'm afraid I will look like
Everyone else starved to death."
After saying that, Solvasov looked around cautiously and left, while Rirtov returned home full of worries.
"Riltov, did you find anything today?"
His wife Jekarina stepped forward and asked with concern, her eyes widened.
"This is the food I found today."
Riltov casually took out the dead crow he had picked up and handed it to his wife's swollen hand.
"Are you worried?"
Riltov's state was immediately noticed by his wife. As someone close to her, Jekarina knew her husband very well. Unless there was something big and difficult to solve, Riltov would not be so casual. You must know that the current food
They are very precious to everyone. My husband used to hand them to me carefully, fearing that he would drop them.
"It's okay. You can cook it first. Everyone is hungry."
Perhaps the food had too much influence on the hungry wife and she did not continue to ask her husband. With a crow and the grass roots they found, a pot of crow stew with grass roots was quickly completed.
The actions of plucking and washing the grass roots were completed quickly with the cooperation of the family. Soon smoke was coming out of the house. The family swallowed their saliva while looking at the stewed birds in the pot, and their eyes were watching the pot rolling.
of broth.
After the soup was ready, everyone got a bowl of soup and some boiled grass roots under the arrangement of the wife.
The soup was not evenly distributed, with Riltov and his son having the largest portions, and his wife, sister, and mother having the smallest portions.
This distribution also has the philosophy of survival. Children are the future of the family, so they need more. And Riltov is the only male in the family. He needs to go out to find food, and he also needs more. As for his wife, sister and mother, they only need to be in the family.
Find some grass roots nearby. The physical exertion is very small, so you need to divide them less.
The family ate very quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the son Felix had finished the soup and grass roots. Then he looked at his grandmother intently.
"I can't eat it, Felix, you can take it and drink it."
The grandson's gaze made the mother pass the bowl over.
"Felicri..."
The stern look from his father Riltov made his son Felikli dare not take the soup handed to him by his grandmother. He could only swallow his saliva and look at the bowl of soup that was not much left.
"Riltov, what are you doing? Can't you give it to the child if I can't finish it?"
Seeing her son stop her grandson's behavior, the mother scolded Rirtov.
"Mom, don't talk nonsense. You can't finish this soup. At most, I will bring back more prey next time."
Rirtov answered his mother with a bitter expression. Little did he realize that it was his mother who felt sorry for her grandson, but if this continued, her mother's swollen body couldn't bear it at all, and sooner or later she would be dragged down.
It's not like there weren't people who starved to death in the village. They first became bloated and then quickly lost weight. When they finally died, they were completely skin and bones.
He didn't want his family to end up like this in the future, so after the whole family had finished eating, Riltov started chatting. "I came back today and met Solvasev, and he told me something."
After attracting the family's attention, Rirtov continued. "Solvasov told me that they planned to move."
After hearing what her husband said, the wife couldn't help but said, "Where are they planning to move? There is famine everywhere now. Could it be..."
Speaking of this, my wife thought of a possibility, and she couldn't help but widen her eyes, because the following topic is considered a taboo in Ukraine.
The wife lowered her voice and said, "Do they want to go to Romania?"
"Yes."
Rirtov confirmed his wife's words, and instantly there was an inexplicable atmosphere among the family.
"And Solvasev came over and asked me if I should go. I want to ask your opinion."
Rirtov's words immediately made the family members explode.
"Dad, can I have enough to eat in Romania?"
His son Felix asked curiously.
"Definitely. I heard from my classmate before that in Romania you can choose to work in a factory or farm. With the money you earn, you can eat bread and drink milk every day."
The younger sister said she learned about the situation from her classmates.
When he heard that he could eat bread and milk, his son said excitedly, "Then let's go."
Rirtov ignored his son's words and instead looked at his mother and wife.
"I heard that people over there in Romania eat very well, even better than when the Tsar was here."
Although my wife didn't say whether she was going or not, her attitude was already made clear.
And his mother asked him. "Riltov, what do you think?"
At this time, the family members remembered whether Rirtov had expressed his thoughts. Facing the questioning eyes of his family members, Riltov said bitterly. "I don't know. I heard that it is very dangerous over there. If you are
Those caught will be shot."
Yes, it is indeed better to live in Romania than it is now, but the risk of death is scary, and not many people can accept the fear of death calmly.
"But I'm starving to death."
Tong Yanwuji's words dealt a heavy blow to Rirtov, who was concerned about danger. Looking at his son who was taller and smaller in stature, Rirtov didn't know what to say.
"Being shot is better than starving to death. At least we can survive. If this continues, I'm afraid I won't be able to go if I want to. At least there is hope if we go. If we don't go, we will really starve to death."
My sister, who had much less worries, couldn't help it anymore. She stood up and expressed her attitude. That is, she would rather starve to death if she was caught and shot. This kind of hunger is too uncomfortable.
Under the leadership of his sister, his son and his wife all sided with her. Now only Riltov and his mother were left. But Rirtov knew that as long as he made a decision, his mother would not object.
"Then let's go too. Tomorrow I will go to Solvasev and tell him about it."
Riltov made his decision, and then he continued. "Next, we just need to bring a few clothes. As for food, I'll see if I can think of something."
"To avoid a long night and many dreams, it is best to find Solvasif tonight."
Mother thought it best to go to Solvasif tonight.
"That's fine."
After finishing speaking, Rirtov went out. He went to Solvasev to explain his decision and discuss how the two families should go.
Then the family began to pack their bags, and on a moonlit night, the Riltovs and the Solvasevs quietly left this desperate village without disturbing anyone.
