Occupational challenge: Let you challenge, not let you die!

Chapter 21 Are All Refugees Running Out of Food?what can we do?
After a while, Lin Yuran found a man who could make bread.

Looking at the middle-aged man in gray short-sleeves with a cautious expression, Su Chen and Zhao Rulong showed suspicion.

Can this person really make bread?

The middle-aged man seemed to see the suspicion in the eyes of Su Chen and Zhao Rulong.

He said: "Before the war came, I was the owner of the Happy Bakery in the eastern neighborhood of Aleppo!"

"I have everything I need to make bread now, except for the flour."

“The flour on the black market is too expensive!”

"My request is not high, I want half a catty of flour as a reward."

The man gritted his teeth as he spoke, as if he had made a big decision.

War turns a bakery owner into a refugee...

Seeing him like this, Su Chen nodded.

"Go and watch him, bring it when it's ready!" Su Chen said to Zhao Rulong.

Zhao Rulong nodded.

Lin Yuran felt that something was wrong, he hadn't translated for Su Chen yet!
How did he understand?
But Lin Yuran didn't ask, she watched Zhao Rulong take the flour and leave with the bakery owner.

Su Chen glanced at the sky.

The sun was about to set in the sky, the sky was getting dark, and the golden sunset was covered by black smoke.

A large amount of black smoke danced like a long snake in the sky, non-stop.

From time to time, there was a gunshot and cannon fire around.

The civilians on the side were already numb to these things. They sat on the ground blankly, looking at the devastated homes with sadness in their eyes.

Su Chen took out a small notebook and wrote the report.

Lin Yuran took the initiative to find the rebel army, asked for some medical supplies, and treated the wounded for free.

Immediately, the rebels burst into tears of gratitude and excitement.

"Haha! I know this kind of war script, Miss Yuran can play a great role!"

"The challenge would be great if it wasn't for the translation. Wouldn't it be easier for field doctors to challenge?"

[Reporter Xiao Sa]: "That's not the case. The difficulty of the field doctor should also be A-level, and his difficulty is the same as that of the field reporter!"

"Different from war reporters who travel on the front lines, war doctors have to shuttle back and forth, work continuously, and even go to the front line to treat the wounded under special circumstances!"

It was getting dark.

A few rays of light lit up sporadically on the side of the road, faintly illuminating the surroundings.

Zhao Rulong ran back excitedly carrying a big basin.

He sat next to Su Chen, took out a big steaming bun from the basin and handed it to him.

"Brother Su, eat! Freshly baked big bread!"

Su Chen stopped what she was doing, took the bread, and bit on it.

It's sweet and delicious, and the soft and glutinous feeling of the bread fills Su Chen's mouth.

Zhao Rulong also grabbed one and stuffed it into his mouth, it was so beautiful that he screamed again and again, it was so delicious!
"Ka..."

Su Chen pulled the tab of the pork can, revealing the pork soaked in oil.

The aroma immediately dissipated to the surroundings.

The surrounding civilians looked over one by one, their throats twitching slightly.

"Guru..."

Stomach howls echoed all around.

Zhao Rulong stopped chewing, feeling a little at a loss.

Su Chen said flatly, "Eat yours."

Zhao Rulong hesitated.

The surrounding civilians are looking at the two of them.

Some children have even appeared not far from them, looking at them eagerly.

Su Chen's face was dull, he ate the bread with big mouthfuls, picked up the oily pork with a fork, and chewed it with big mouthfuls.

Zhao Rulong clenched his fists.

Su Chen swallowed the bread and pork in his mouth and said calmly: "Do you want to give it to them?"

"There are so many of them, how do you give them?"

"We don't have much food either. Hunger is the normal state of war..."

"If you can't solve the problem from the root, short-term charity can't produce the result you want, it's just to paralyze your conscience and make you feel at ease..."

Su Chen said calmly.

He took out a loaf of bread from the basin again, feeling the softness in his hands, mixed with the salty canned pork, and regained his strength.

Zhao Rulong's pupils shrank twice, and he took two bites of the bread.

The audience in front of the studio also fell silent.

[Reporter Xiaosa]: "Brother Su may really be a reporter..."

"And the qualifications are not shallow!"

"Only veteran reporters who have seen wars can have such insights!"

"Sharing one's own food may relieve the pain of one's conscience, but what it brings is likely to be death during the next escape!"

Lin Yuran came back exhausted, with bloodshot pupils.

Her hands were shaking.

In reality, she is a doctor.

Here, she is still contributing her strength.

Su Chen took out the bread from the basin and handed it over.

Lin Yuran took it.

Just when she was about to eat, she hesitated seeing the children around her.

Pairs of pure eyes reveal the desire for food and the desire for survival.

The clothes are scanty, the small face is dark, but there are still a pair of bright eyes.

Women are inherently emotional creatures, and now she was in a dilemma.

Without waiting for Su Chen to speak.

Lin Yuran closed her eyes and ate the bread quietly.

Su Chen smiled slightly, opened a can again, and handed it over.

This woman is not too stupid!
The aroma of hot bread wafted from the camp, the sound of swallowing saliva was constantly heard around, and there were even some children crying.

However, all three of them ate the bread in their hands calmly, and did not act insanely.

After dinner was settled, the rebels found them and provided them with clean accommodation.

Although the water and electricity conditions can only meet a little bit, it is already very good compared to the civilians outside.

So goes the first day of a war correspondent.

It's just the beginning!
On the second day, Su Chen and the others woke up and went outside.

Then I saw a large number of people gathered together, with the leaders of the rebel army in the center.

From the conversations of the people around, Su Chen knew that there was no food here.

The food truck that was blown up was carrying food for refugees.

Although the number is small, it can alleviate the arrival of death.

Now that the car is blown up, the only thing waiting for the civilians is death!
The inner ghost in the camp did a great job. A large number of landmines directly blew up all the food in the car, leaving no drop.

There were women's cries all around.

Hungry people have begun to restlessness.

They are discussing whether to go to the territory of the government army.

However, the presence of government forces does not mean that they will help them.

In contrast, the rebels are the real "government forces" to them.

Lin Yuran looked at everything in front of her and sighed: "We..."

"Is there anything we can do?"

Su Chen looked away calmly, and took the camera off Zhao Rulong's neck.

"Crack..."

"Crack..."

A few photos were taken.

Su Chen handed the camera back to Zhao Rulong, without any pity in his eyes, only calm: "All we can do is record!"

"Zhao Zhulang, don't let me remind you again that you are a photographer."

After speaking, Su Chen walked towards the rebels.

He is going to the front line to witness the war with his own eyes!
Lin Yuran's eyes were complicated, and he murmured: "All we can do is record..."

After a while, Lin Yuran caught up with Su Chen. She was an interpreter and needed to do her work.

Zhao Rulong's complexion changed for a while, and his heart was roaring.

"I'm not called Zhao Zhulang!"

But he also sighed, clenched the camera in his hand and chased after him.

"Wait for me! Don't abandon me!" Zhao Rulong said angrily.

(End of this chapter)