I walk the career line in dog blood

"Why did you run away?" An Yinong felt very strange.

In the original plot, the two persisted until they fled the famine before taking away all the belongings of the family and running away, so the original owner embarked on the long journey of fleeing the famine empty-handed.Now they actually left three months early?

"You can't threaten him because I beat him up yesterday?"

After much deliberation, there is no other more reasonable explanation.Well, he just made a casual threat and scared people away?

"Run away, I still have to continue to worry about food." He was at a loss for the empty rice tank. There was only half a bag of rice bran and three turtles left at home. boil?

In any case, they must first tell others about their escape.

An Yinong thought about it, and destroyed the house again, and then went to call the village chief with tears in his eyes, saying that his father ran away with the money, and there was nothing left in the house, just a stilt.

All the good-natured people in the village crowded over to see, and sure enough, there was nothing there, cleaner than the ones that had been robbed.

"This is to starve Xiwazi to death. Why is there such a cruel father? The Chen family has to give us an explanation."

They cursed there, and even went to make trouble in the village of the original owner's father's family, but no one said that they wanted to help, and they were about to starve to death, so how could they have the energy to help others?

"I saved some grass roots, and when I go back to the town to find a job, I can always survive." An Yinong lowered his head.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief: it's fine not to borrow food from them.

The village chief was silent for a while, then said: "I will accompany you to the town, cancel his two household registrations, and say that he died of illness. If they want to be refugees, let them be refugees."

Once the household registration is revoked, it means that the official stamper is dead, even if these two people come back again, An Yinong can deny it.The village head is guarding against that uncle and nephew.

"Okay, I'll listen to my uncle." It was exactly what he wanted.

In this way, the turtle was not sold that day, but the two of them went to the town to sell the household first.From then on, the two surnamed Chen are 'dead people', and even if they come back, they cannot use their original identities.

"Gulu." He didn't eat a grain of rice this day, and his stomach was rumbling with hunger.

Seeing this, the village head took out a pancake from the pouch, thought about it, broke half of it and gave it to him: "Eat."

An Yinong took the cake, looked at the village head again, and took a bite.The dry multi-grain cake, sandwiched with bran, was hard, chewed and swallowed, and it made a throat like sand, but he took every bite and chewed it very carefully.

After returning to the village, the village chief came again. He took out a bag, which contained three catties of broken rice mixed with a little rice bran: "Uncle's family is out of food, you should deal with it first."

An Yinong held the bag, only feeling the heavy weight on his hand.

Food is life right now, and An Yinong looks like a poor household who hasn't come out yet, if something happens, he won't be able to get the food back.In the eyes of others, isn't this the same as what was given to him?

"Uncle, when I have food, I will definitely give you back the best."

"Hey, okay, uncle is waiting." The village chief smiled on his swarthy face.

On the third day, the sky was still dark, and An Yinong was going to the town to sell three lifeless turtles on his back.He added a 'Health Blessing' to all three turtles, and the turtles who had shrunk their heads seemed to be more energetic.

He conveniently added a health blessing to himself, so as not to accidentally pass out on the road—the original owner's physical condition is really bad.

With an empty stomach, he walked for more than an hour, and his shoulders were aching from the straw rope.

If it wasn't for the fact that the original owner's body was used to this kind of strenuous walking, and An Yinong added a 'health blessing' to support it from time to time, he would have been tired and lay down directly.

The town is the same as yesterday, there are no people on the street, even if there are people, most of them don't have a smile on their faces and are lifeless.After more than a year of drought and food shortages, who can laugh?

An Yinong asked people for the address of the best local restaurant.

In fact, there is only one restaurant in the town, and the business is not very good.He went to the back door and knocked, it opened, and out came a sleepy guy.

The guy looked at the bamboo basket behind him: "A seller?"

An Yinong nodded and said there were turtles.

After a while, the shopkeeper came out, a middle-aged man with a mustache and a shrewd face: "Let me see the goods."

The shopkeeper looked at the three turtles, thought for a moment, and said in a caring tone: "Some people like this thing, some people don't like it, so it's not easy to sell. I think it's not easy for you to memorize it all the way. Forget it, eight hundred Wen San only."

"Eat turtles, great nourishment. There has been a drought for more than a year, and the river has dried up. Such old turtles are hard to find, and they are still alive. Two taels, no two prices." An Yinong directly gave him more than double the price.

In fact, he didn't know how to bargain and negotiate prices before, as if he was born with a lack of this tendon. Now that he thinks about it, he was still too rich back then.

The two of them bargained over the price, and finally the three turtles were sold at a price of one tael and three hundred cash.

With heavy silver and copper coins in his arms, An Yinong was wandering on the road. He found that there were more beggars in the town than what he saw yesterday. They were sitting under the wall, and all of them were skinny, wearing tattered clothes, and shabby. Dirty hair, no shoes on the feet.

"There is no food to eat, so I have to come out to beg for food. Master, please do me a favor. I have been hungry for three days." A woman with a child was begging for food.Passers-by took one look and walked away. Although they were very sympathetic, they didn't have much to eat.

"Food is the hard currency." An Yinong was cruel and forced himself to turn his eyes away: with his current economic strength, he is really unable to help others.

He had only taken two steps when an old beggar suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him: "Did you go somewhere you shouldn't be recently, or touched something you shouldn't? I think your seal is black... "

An Yinong stopped when he heard the first half of the sentence, and then left after hearing the second half of the sentence, 'Yintang is black': a charlatan.

"Good words are hard to persuade, damn it." The old beggar watched him go, and slowly closed his eyes.

After walking for three streets, An Yinong asked the townspeople about the most reasonable rice and grain shop. He bought grain with the money from selling turtles, and bought new cotton and a bamboo tube of salt when he had some more. The last eight copper coins bought three cakes.

The new grain has not yet come down, and the old grain will be exhausted. Food is very expensive at this moment.One tael of silver can buy forty catties of old grain and twenty catties of millet.

"The price of broken rice is the same as that of the best new rice before. It is so expensive, it will kill people." The poor are discouraged, and this price can buy four times the amount of grain in previous years.However, it is impossible not to buy it, food can survive.

"When the locust plague comes, the price of food will at least quadruple." An Yinong wished to move all the food away, but his pocket was empty.

He bought grain and went home, carrying sixty catties of grain on his shoulders, trembling every step he took, he gritted his teeth and walked forward.

An Yinong didn't want people to see his food, so he chose a long and remote road.This small road was originally a place with lush vegetation, but the land has been dry for two years. Now it is a loess road, and it is impossible to see the direction when the wind blows.

Turning around by chance, An Yinong found that a person appeared behind him at some point, wearing a black robe and a hat so he couldn't see his face clearly.

That person was 50 meters behind him, if An Yinong walked faster, that person would also walk faster.If An Yinong walked a little slower, that person would also walk a little slower, always following at a distance.

His back felt cold, he thought it was someone who snatched food, so he speeded up.

Fortunately, as soon as I entered the village, I couldn't see that person when I turned around: "If he is following me, then why is he doing it? Apart from this little food, I have nothing on me that people can covet."

After putting the things in the room, An Yinong lay down on the table and rested for a while.He also went to the yard and took a look outside. It was still morning, the sky was a little red, as bright as a fire, but there was no one there.

Forty catties of old grain filled the empty rice tank half full, and twenty catties of millet were locked in the cupboard.As soon as these surviving things entered the house, An Yinong's mentality changed - he had the confidence to survive.

At noon that day, it was rare for Tian's family to eat porridge. He took two taels of old rice and boiled it, and sprinkled some salt on it. An Yinong felt a little bland after eating it, but there was nothing better.

"According to modern standards, staple food accounts for 60.00% of a human's daily diet, and the rest is protein, fat, plant fiber, etc.

"The daily staple food of human beings should be the body weight multiplied by five and then divided by one thousand. The original owner was sixteen years old, but because of malnutrition, his weight was at most ninety catties, which may be less than that. Therefore, the staple food needed for a day should be four to Five taels."

Half a catty a day is theoretical, in fact, because there is not enough 'oil and water', the food he needs a day is higher than the theory.

"Suppose, minus the meal brought by Goldfinger, I still need to eat half a catty of grain a day. Then [-] catties of grain is enough for four months. I will stay here for three months, so there is only one month of grain left. Yes, minus the tax..." An Yinong sighed, the food was still not enough.

"There is only half a tank of water left at home. I will fetch water tomorrow." After two years of severe drought, water sources in many places have been cut off. To fetch water, I have to go to the lotus well three miles away.

The villagers of Lianhua Village occupied this inexhaustible well, and they acted a lot more arrogantly, and they had to pay some benefits for fetching water.

Survival is not easy.

In the afternoon he went to Calabash Lake again.This time only a few mussels were found alone, but he found a field with kudzu in the valley.An Yinong dug out the obese kudzu root, which weighed more than 30 catties.

"It's really a place of good geomantic omen." An Yinong smiled, but when he saw more and more grasshoppers in the valley, he paused, and the smile disappeared.

The locust plague that will happen in the plot is also coming soon.

There are not many descriptions about the locust plague in the original plot, but only through the mouths of the servants that some food production has been reduced, how angry the master is, tenants come to borrow food, and so-and-so starved to death.

Because the protagonist is the youngest son of the landlord's family, there is no crisis of food shortage in his family, so he will not feel the despair of the coming locust plague.

"If I can remind them earlier, is it possible to save some food and some people?" An Yinong thought about this question.He is not a soft-hearted person, but if he wants to watch the locust plague happen and stay out of it, he can't do it.

So, after bringing all the kudzu roots home, he went to the village chief's house.

"You said you heard people in the town say that there might be a plague of locusts?"

An Yinong nodded: "Those people said that after the severe drought, there will be locusts, and they are all buying food. I am young and inexperienced, and I don't know the seriousness of the matter, so I came here to ask my uncle for advice."

The village chief's face darkened, and after a while, he said, "I've also heard people say that there are a lot of grasshoppers this year. I can't make a decision about this matter. How about it, I'll talk to everyone about it tomorrow."