If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 893 Grass

The water cup placed on the wooden table by the window is an enamel cup, the whole body is white, and there is a red five-pointed star on the left side of the cup ring, which is probably also made in Moscow.The inorganic glass enamel on the surface of the cup has exposed the underlying metal after countless times of use. After a long time, the exposed metal will leave blood-red rust, which will always make people look unhygienic at first glance. a feeling of.

The stove in the depths of the wooden house is on fire, and white light shines in from the window. At the junction of light and fire, hot water is poured from the kettle into the enamel cup on the table, and the colors of light and fire melt into the silver chain. Falling, a lot of temperature is lost in the process, white mist overflows in the air.

Old Arian was lying on the heated kang, staring silently at the little girl who was pouring water with her back turned to her. She was not tall, and could only reach the kettle on the table by stepping on a wooden bench.Even when completing this dangerous action, she carried the little boy on her back all the time, and this strenuous appearance always made people worry that she might lose her balance and fall down.

After the water was poured out, the enamel cup filled with hot water was brought to the edge of the kang. The little girl climbed onto the kang, placed the boy behind her in the warmest corner, and took the enamel cup and knelt down beside old Arian. He took a sip by himself first, then handed it over and brought the mouth of the cup to the old man's freeze-dried mouth.

The hot water touched the chapped lips, and at the same time the fragile wound overflowed with a few traces of red snakes on the warm water, the old Arian drank half of the water without saying a word, and when he was about to continue drinking, The water glass was removed.

The girl silently put the remaining half of the water glass aside, probably because she was worried that the other party drank too quickly.

After a while, watching the little girl, the old hunter spoke, and tried to say a few words in a dry and hoarse voice, trying to communicate with the little girl, but after a few seconds, he found that the little girl just turned her head back after hearing his movement. Looking at him intently, without any communication or feedback, it was only then that he realized that this beautiful girl with dark hair might not be Yakut.

"What is your name?" Old Aryan chose to speak in Russian, his voice was very small, because every word he said was torture to his injured abdominal cavity.

The little girl took a sip from the enamel cup by herself, lowered her head and remained silent for a while, as if she was hesitating or thinking about something else, before she raised her head and spoke after a long time. "Elena." She answered the old hunter's question in pure Yakut, "You should talk less."

She passed the water glass in her hand again, and the old man approached and sipped the warm water that was about to get cold.She silently watched the old hunter drink water, which was something the huntress asked her to do before entering the taiga.

Among the survivors of this wooden house, the only one who would be willing to take care of the injured old man was the huntress. Except for the huntress, everyone else would probably just look down on the death of the old man, even if he was the real owner of the house.

The cloudy eyeballs of old Arian, who was drinking water, slowly turned, and from the slanted window not far away, he saw a figure in the snow outside. With his sight, it was not difficult to see a face that he could hardly forget. Vika with a shotgun.

The little girl finished feeding the water in the enamel cup, and was about to go down to the kang to find the kettle to pour water, but at this moment, a hand stretched out from behind her and pressed her shoulders, pushing her onto the kang. On the other side, the enamel cup in his hand also fell out of his hand and fell to the ground and rolled away.

The person who pushed the little girl away was Dusha. Wearing a bearskin hat, she was obviously aggressive and hostile. Maybe no one would be able to confront her after the huntress left, so now her purpose is also very clear.

"Old thing." Dusha stretched out her hand and grabbed the old hunter's collar, and with one hand forcibly pulled the frail old man up from the kang and brought him in front of her.

The four eyes met, the old forehead wrinkles piled up as if black mud could be picked out, and the muddy old eyes stared at this woman who was several times younger than himself without blinking.

Dusha looked at the old guy, sniffled her nose, licked her lips and whispered, "Is there food in this house? You're hiding it. Tell me where the food is."

"There are other cups in the room, the bottom shelf of the cupboard," said the old hunter.

The little girl looked up at the old hunter, then got off the kang silently, walked to the cabinet, and found a whole set of enamel cups from the bottom floor, and placed them one by one on the wooden table.

"You old bastard, believe it or not, I'll throw you out to feed the wolves." Dusha's expression was a little frightening. Although her mouth was vicious, she didn't dare to do anything except pull her collar, and turned her head to look out of the window from time to time. I'm worried that no one will notice the abnormality inside.

When she turned her head, she gave the little girl who was pouring water a special look, probably threatening her not to make her bark or talk.And the little girl was also very cooperative, doing her own thing quietly, without saying a word.

"Old stuff. I know you have hidden food. There is no way there is only a little food in this room." Dusha licked her dry lips and whispered, "Don't be so selfish, everyone is hungry now , if we starve to death, you don’t even think about leaving alive.”

"Then die here together, bastard." The old hunter looked at Dusha and his face was full of disgust.

Dusha secretly cursed a Russian swear word, and threw the old hunter onto the kang, not caring that the old man distorted his expression because of the pain from the wound, paced back and forth in the wooden house, and rummaged through the cabinets from time to time like a convulsion, As if suddenly remembering something, he rushed to the corner and tossed the cabinet shelf.

The old hunter looked at the woman's madness with cold eyes, and could tell that she was indeed extremely hungry. Even though her breakfast this morning included half of her brother's share, she was also panicked with hunger now.Even if she didn't do anything, women would naturally be hungry faster than men, and she, who had never been hungry, now only had the word food in her mind.

Not to mention Dusha, even Vika and Adam in the snow showed obvious physical exhaustion. Their labor load was far higher than that of Dusha who did nothing. Although they were only hungry for a long time, they still It's obviously reflected in the expression - impetuous, anxious, restless.

It's only a matter of time before they will inevitably become irritable and fearful. In this mental state, it is extremely easy to cause infighting and mutual harm.The ills caused by starvation gradually set in, and some people always collapsed prematurely under this escalating pressure.

"Ha!" Dusha suddenly let out a cry of surprise in the wooden house. She didn't expect that she would actually find something after looking around in a venting style.

It was a loose wooden board hidden behind a wooden cabinet containing sundries in the corner. When Dusha kicked the wooden cabinet over like crazy, she suddenly noticed the wooden board that was in disrepair. Under the guidance of a woman's sixth sense She immediately bent down and moved the wooden board, and she really found a hidden space behind it!

Dusha's scream of surprise caught the attention of the people outside the wooden house. Vika and Adam were the first to rush in. They rushed to the door and saw the big butt squatting by the wall. Adam just watched it a few more times In the blink of an eye, Vika accidentally elbowed the lower side of his left rib when he entered the door, causing him to gasp in pain.

"What did you find? Did you find something to eat?" Vika quickly walked over with a long-lost look of joy on his face. There was almost no good news in the whole day, and now there is nothing better than finding something to eat. What an invigorating thing to do.

"Old thing, do you think I can't find it if you don't tell me? You selfish, you deserve to starve to death." Dusha excitedly groped in the space behind the wooden board, cursing the heated kang the old hunter.

Vika also turned his head and glanced at the past at this time, only to find that the old man lying on his side was staring at Vika expressionlessly, without a trace of anger.

A few seconds later, Dusha, who was rubbing in front of the board, suddenly trembled. Vika and Adam, who came over, both probed to find something to eat, only to see Dusha, who was trembling inexplicably, slowly straightened up. Holding a wooden toy in your hand?
A wooden toy car.

Dusha looked down at the terribly carved toy car, and the corners of her mouth twitched a few times, then she slammed it down on the ground, stretched her whole arm in to rub it, and then one weird thing after another came out There are: kaleidoscope, wooden dagger, wooden pistol, Rubik's cube.

They were all toys, and they were old toys. In the end, Dusha even pulled out a set of chess. She was stunned for a long time and turned around to see the old hunter's ironic smile before realizing that what she found was not a food storage room at all. , screamed angrily.

Amidst her screams, the old hunter also laughed, even though the wound was so painful that he was still laughing, until Dusha smashed the chess in her hand to the ground, and all the chess pieces inside burst out and scattered all over the ground , each of which is hand-carved from wood.

The cruel reality was before them. There was indeed no food in this house, and they were already in crisis of food shortage. It only took one day for them to sink deeper and deeper into the abyss of hunger.

With the intrusion of Vika and Adam, even the commotion attracted the lieutenant colonel who was walking around in the snow and didn't know what he was doing. Dusha finally failed to find the old hunter's trouble. After finishing what they could do After everything, everyone went back to the log cabin and waited by the fire, waiting for someone who hadn't returned in the end.

The sky began to darken at six o'clock in the afternoon, and when the cuckoo popped out the wall clock to announce the time, a figure finally appeared in the coniferous forest outside the window.

This time, even the robber brothers and sisters who had been at odds with her all opened the door to greet her. Although they didn't say anything, they kept their eyes on the big cloth bag honestly.

The huntress let go of the cloth bag on the ground, walked directly to the table, picked up a cup and poured water to drink. Behind her, Dusha rushed to pull the cloth bag away, seeing the food inside. His expression stiffened.

"Why is it all grass (pun intended)!?"

With the light of the stove, you can see that the cloth bag is full of weed-like green plants, mixed with some black and red berries. The greatest comfort is that you can occasionally see a few sporadic mushrooms.

"Didn't you find the prey?" Lieutenant Colonel Andrei asked in a deep voice as he took the bag from the distraught Dusha, glanced at the harvest inside.

"No, I didn't see a single rabbit or bird, as if they were all dead." The huntress sighed and shook her head after drinking the water, "I only found some wild stone thorns and blueberries in the bushes. Originally, I thought Digging for mushrooms, but the snow was too thick, it took time and effort to dig, and I only found a few Sepin mushrooms after turning around a few times."

"Are these edible?" The lieutenant colonel took out a handful of jagged leaves from the cloth bag, most of them were dark green, and a few were deep bright red.

"Acanthocanthus." The huntress, who was resting on a chair, reached out and grabbed a dark red leaf, threw it into her mouth and chewed it twice, "The red sprouts are the most delicious, and they have a special fragrance. People in the town They often use it to cook hot pot, and the rhizome can be used as medicine and should be eaten together.”

"It's impossible to fill your stomach with these things." Vika whispered.

"In terms of eating, we still have to look at the berries, but the blizzard knocked out many berries in the bushes. I went around and only found these. There may be more in the deeper woods, but I didn't dare to go." Female The hunter put down the water glass, "I can only eat these for the time being."

"Eating grass?" Adam looked at the leaf in the lieutenant colonel's hand with a strange expression.

"It stands to reason that a good hunter can't starve himself to death in the wild in Siberia, he will only get fatter and fatter." The huntress swallowed the sprouts she was chewing in her mouth, "But I don't think this is the place I know. That Siberian wilderness."

"That blizzard," said the lieutenant colonel, "must have happened something we don't know about."

"That's for sure," said the huntress, "but anyway we must start tomorrow morning and find a way to get out of here, otherwise we won't even have the strength to walk."

The severe cold in Siberia is no worse than that in other temperate regions. Any action here will consume a lot of physical energy. It is no exaggeration to say that eating less food for one day will directly deprive you of all mobility for the next day.

Just as the old people said during the famine, real hunger is when a chicken passes by in front of you, and you don’t even have the strength to catch it, you can only watch it fly by, leaving a chicken feather all over the place.

It was the desperation of exhaustion, and it was the desperation that everyone in the cabin was about to face.The meal in the morning has been exhausted after the long journey, and everyone's stomachs are filled with sour water. The cold speed up blood circulation will make their physical strength consume faster, and soon they will start to burn their bodies. Fat to support the action.

"You said...will those things appear tonight?" the huntress looked up at the lieutenant colonel and asked.

"I don't know." The lieutenant colonel replied honestly. He turned his head and stared at the coniferous forest outside the window. "I only know that tonight may be our last chance to fight back."

"Yes." The huntress paused and nodded silently.

After tonight, once the morning of the next day arrives, after twelve hours, all that is left in this room are hungry people with their chests stuck to their backs, whose physical strength has declined to the extreme.Not to mention those terrifying devils, even a wild wolf can make them fall into a place of eternal doom.

The kettle was boiling in front of the stove, and night fell quickly.

(End of this chapter)