I walk the career line in dog blood

After leaving the village chief's house, An Yinong returned to his house, wanting to deal with kudzu root.As a result, there was almost no water in the house, so I had to go to the Lianhua Well to get it.He went with two buckets on a pole.

As a result, when we arrived at Lianhua Village, we found that this was a long road for fetching water—there were too many people who came to fetch water, and they all lined up with supplies for changing water in their hands.

Several villagers in Lianhua Village guarded the mouth of the well with knives.

An Yinong waited at the back for a long time, and found that he had to tell his relatives in line, if he had a relationship, he could jump in the line and fight first, and the people in line could only be angry and dare not speak out.

He waited for a long time, waiting for the water-receiving team to slowly move forward.

Finally, it was time for him.The villagers in Lianhua Village looked him up and down, and then stretched out a hand, which meant asking for supplies.

An Yinong gave three Wen, and finally got two buckets full of water.

Not long after he walked out carrying the water, there was a commotion behind him. Looking back, he saw a fight between some men in the water fetching team and the villagers of Lianhua Village.Others took the opportunity to rush up to grab the water, and the scene was very crazy.

He didn't have time to delay, and quickly returned home with water, ready to deal with kudzu root.

The kudzu root needs to be washed, cut into small pieces, and then put in a wooden basin and beaten with a wooden beater until it becomes muddy.

The pounded kudzu root water is turbid like muddy water, and it needs to be filtered twice with gauze to get white turbid kudzu root water.

"Let it stand overnight." An Yinong wiped the sweat from his brow, put the treated water basin in the corner, and went to find a new wooden basin.

At this time, Mary sent a task invitation, and the cheek pouches of her little hamster were inflamed.

He didn't go to Mary's place to do any tasks that day, but he happened to do it right now, so he could have dinner.

After treating the hamster that was inflamed with poop in its mouth, Mary thanked him with a formal dinner.This dinner was really very sumptuous. In front of him was a rather large white porcelain plate, which contained a piece of palm-sized steak, a piece of golden fish steak, and a sun-dried poached egg.

In addition, there are broccoli, carrots, lettuce and potatoes for vitamin supplements.

In front of him was a plate of washed fruit and a bowl of rich creamy mushroom soup.

Looking at the oily steaks and fish steaks, An Yinong felt that fat and oil are such beautiful things for the first time.He even felt guilty about eating because other people (people in the village) were still starving at this time.

"You have to stop eating when you are [-]% full." An Yinong had to restrain himself, because he had no right to get sick - the effect of health blessings was limited.

The surface of the cod fillet is covered with crispy skin, which makes a 'click' sound when bitten down, accompanied by the rich aroma of fried food and delicate fish meat.Sitting in the restaurant and looking out, he could see the farm was shrouded in the setting sun, a flock of birds flew in the orange sky, and the years were quiet.

It's a pity that these years of tranquility do not belong to him, he is just a passerby, and the world full of hunger and warmth is his.

After An Yinong ate the fish steak, fried eggs, broccoli, lettuce and mushroom soup, he wrapped the steak, carrots, potatoes and fruit in a napkin and put them in his room.

In the face of hunger, he doesn't have any burden of idols, so what's the point of eating and taking?

After dinner, he continued to process the kudzu roots. Torches were lit in the house, and the room smelled of burnt wood.

It was already midnight after all these kudzu roots were processed, and all the containers in the house that could hold water were used up. The white liquid filled the room, and the powder that had settled down in the basin at the beginning could already be seen.

Probably because of exhaustion, or because of the aroma of fried steak smelled from the tip of his nose, An Yinong slept very well that night, and when he woke up it was dawn, and he could hear the sound of a rooster crowing in the distance.

He sat up and stretched, suddenly, An Yinong found that the mattress next to him had collapsed because someone had sat on it.

His sleeping posture has always been very good, and this collapse does not seem to come out of sleep.

An Yinong touched the cold mattress and became suspicious: "Xiao Qi, is there really nothing weird in this world?"

"It's really not there, you can rest assured as the host." The system patted its chest and assured it.

He was skeptical, and lowered his head to find the paper bag under the pillow. There was not a single piece of food missing in it, and the beef still exuded a tempting aroma.

"It's still there." An Yinong exhaled reassuringly, he was worried that a mouse would come smelling it.

Waking up early, he cooked a bowl of multigrain porridge. He took out the steak and vegetables that had been chilled overnight, tore them into small pieces, and threw them into the hot multigrain porridge.After a few minutes, the temperature of the porridge cools down, and the beef and vegetables become warm, and it is ready to eat.

The feeling of satiety provided by beef is incomparable to porridge water. Coupled with the sound sleep yesterday, An Yinong feels better than ever.

After breakfast, he continued to pour kudzu powder.

The next steps are very simple. The upper layer of water should be poured into the bucket, and the lower layer of powder should be left to dry.The water after standing still will not be thrown away, and it will be kept for cooking.

"It's done!" When the kudzu powder came out, he was happier than his song being on the top of the song list, so he immediately made a bowl of congratulations.

After the kudzu root powder is soaked, it becomes a light brown transparent gelatinous liquid, a bit like lotus root starch, and it tastes a little sweet.An Yinong drank bowl after bowl.

Although the world outside the window is not as beautiful as Mary's farm, it still makes him feel at ease and peaceful.

"Dong, dong, dong." The sudden sound of gongs and drums startled him, only to find out that it was the village chief, beating gongs and drums, going from house to house.

Is it because of the locust plague?

Sure enough, it was because of the locust plague. The village chief took the responsibility for this incident on himself, saying that it was his previous experience, that after a severe drought, there would be a catastrophe.And if you look closely, you will find that there have been a lot of grasshoppers in the ground recently. When the grasshoppers turn yellow, they are migratory locusts.

People in the village are skeptical.

"However, the wheat is just ripe, and the shape changes every day. Now it's useless to harvest it for a year."

"Isn't that right, the wheat grains are being bulged at this time, how can they be harvested?"

People in the village are so hungry that their eyes are dizzy and they are reluctant to cut the wheat. Isn't it just to gain two catties a day?Let them cut now, that is not cutting the wheat, that is cutting their flesh.

The village head understands the psychology of the villagers. He is a farmer himself, and he treats the crops like his own dolls. How can he not understand this mood?But ah, natural disasters, where will they wait for people?

"I've already told you about the situation. You should go back and think about what to do. I won't say anything more. After all, you will bear the consequences yourself."

The village chief walked away with his hands behind his back, and the villagers knit their brows into knots, but there was no way to get the best of both worlds.

Afterwards, the village chief's family cut half of the wheat field. Although the family had objections, the village chief decided to do so, and they followed suit.

The same is true for An Yi's farming family. The original owner had two acres of Susukida, and he harvested one acre. Afterwards, he weighed [-] catties of wheat, and it would lose a lot after drying, and the grains inside were not that big.

For example, there are not many of his family, and many villagers find it difficult to make up their minds.Besides, there is no certainty when the locusts will come, so I want to delay it.The result is procrastination and procrastination, no more text.

Faced with this situation, An Yinong had no choice.As the village chief said, you decide your own affairs, and you will bear all the consequences yourself.

Later, An Yinong went to Gourd Pond several times and dug up a lot of kudzu roots. He even found two thick yams. Sliced ​​yams can be preserved for a long time after being dried in the sun.

Looking for kudzu root and grinding kudzu root, he was busy for several days, and finally freed up a full fifteen catties of kudzu root powder, which was carefully hidden in a jar.

At this time, the plague of locusts came.

A mass of black locusts flew in like a dark cloud, covering the sky, densely packed, and noisy. Looking from a distance, the dark cloud formed by the locusts looked like a huge monster waving its wings.

Migratory locusts soon landed in this remote mountain village. They ate everything they saw, and no grass grew anywhere they passed.

Seeing that the rice that was about to mature was fed to the worms like this, the villagers collapsed immediately.

"Quick, quick! Grab the harvest!" No matter men, women, old or young, as long as they can walk, they all went to the fields to grab the grain.An Yinong also went, wrapped his face in a cloth, and cut the wheat hard.

The locusts flew to the face and body, and they charged with great force, like bullets.But the villagers don't care about these, they desperately cut the crops that haven't fully matured.

It's just a drop in the bucket, even if humans grow eight hands, they can't grab the thousands of locusts.

"My god, this thief, this is not letting people live!" The couple next door wailed loudly at the ruined field, they looked thinner than An Yinong, and they might have stopped cooking a long time ago.

An Yinong looked around, only feeling a sense of sadness. He stared at the fat grasshoppers in his hand, some were yellow, some were green, and some of them hadn't mutated yet, and they hadn't completely assembled into a swarm.

He shouted: "Catch the locusts! The locusts are edible!"

When An Yinong came, he brought a net to catch the insects. Now he took the net and rushed towards the locusts.

The villagers stayed for two seconds, and an elderly man patted his thigh: "Locusts, locusts can be eaten!"

can eat?

The weeping peasant woman looked up at the locusts with green eyes. She grabbed the empty sack and rushed towards the locusts.

This battle between humans and insects lasted until the afternoon, when the crops had been eaten up, but the locusts had not been wiped out much.These fat worms finished eating here, and flew towards the next buffet venue without stopping.

Looking at the empty fields and the scattered locusts on them, the villagers knelt on the ground almost numb.They have been hungry for a long time, and most of them have already started to eat bran and grass roots. Now there is no new food, what will they do in the future?

The situation here is also not good for An Yinong, who managed to recover some stunted wheat and a bag of locusts.If only relying on this little thing, he wouldn't be able to survive this winter.

Although there is still some food in the family, it is not enough to survive until the beginning of next spring.

A person who can even arrange his own death without changing his expression feels helpless at this moment.

An Yinong finally knew why people who posted 'kill locusts to eat' in the ancient locust plague post were laughed at.

Locusts can fly up to an altitude of 2000 meters. What do humans use to hunt them down?Do you use the Internet?Moreover, in every locust plague, the locusts are overwhelming, coming and going fast, and it is futile for them to run for half a day with their nets.

"Xiwazi, tell me, what are you eating?"

An Yinong wiped his eyes with his hand, and regained his energy: "Pick out the yellow ones and throw them away, steam the green ones on the pot, and then take off the wings and dry them in the sun. After all, it's a meat meal, isn't it?"

He was having fun while suffering, and the other villagers could only try to face life with a smile: "Yeah, it's a meal anyway."

"The yellow one is slightly poisonous, but it can be fed to chickens and ducks," he added.

"Hey, where are the chickens and ducks? They have already sacrificed to the Wu Zang Mansion."

That afternoon, many people steamed the locusts, and An Yinong ate one with his eyes closed, without oil or salt, and just ate it that way.He didn't bear the psychological discomfort at all and vomited directly.

"I'm still not hungry." An Yinong held half a locust and reflected on himself.I'm so hungry, what can't I eat?

The system watched him barely eat the half, and forced himself to swallow it while feeling nauseated. It almost burst into tears: "Which bastard shut down my mall?"

"It's actually a good thing. If you realize that you have a way out, you won't be so brave and determined, and you will become weak." An Yinong swallowed half of the locust.

He must abandon the conceit and sense of superiority of the traversers.

On the night after eating the worms, An Yinong had a dream. In the dream, there was a man in an earth-colored armor with a sharp helmet on his head. His eyes were big and black, with no whites.

It was neither male nor female with a sharp voice, as if asking him why he ate locusts, and even brought people to eat locusts.

An Yinong in the dream just felt baffled.

In the next second, this monster-like person pounced on him, spreading a pair of wings behind his back, buzzing so loudly that his skull would explode.

"If you eat locusts, I will eat you."

"Ah!" An Yinong woke up in shock, a beam of strong white sky light shot through the window paper, and his eyes were completely white.

Hearing the sound of insects flapping their wings outside his window, he stood up and walked over barefoot.

The window opened with a 'squeak' sound, and there were more sounds of flapping wings, and he saw migratory locusts all over the sky.

The white light has disappeared, and the locusts are densely packed.Like the sky before a thunderstorm.

The locusts were bigger than he had seen in the fields, almost the size of desert locusts.It was like a gust of wind blowing over, and it all fell in the yard of his house. The poor elm tree was wrapped in bugs, gnawing on the bark.

Even the wooden shelves exposed in the house were surrounded by gnaws.

The bugs were about to fly onto An Yinong's face, but he slapped him with a shovel expressionlessly, saying:

"Catch it and eat it, fry it."

Sprinkle salt and pepper on the fried locusts, and the children next door cried.

He picked up a shovel that he didn't know where to hit the bug, and the feedback vibration was as if it was not a bug, but a miniature fighter jet.

However, at this time, he didn't feel panic or fear at all.

There are too many locusts, how many are killed by shooting, looking up, it is endless.

"call out--"

"Chirp."

A flock of birds flew from nowhere in the sky. At first glance, there were all kinds of birds, from the south to the north, with different sizes and colors.As soon as they landed on the ground, they began to peck at the locusts, one at a time.

This is really one thing against one thing. When the locust encounters a bird, it freezes there and does not move.The seemingly endless swarms of locusts were dealt with by the birds in two quarters of an hour, and then they flapped their wings and flew away, as if they had come here specifically to solve his problem.

The doubts in An Yinong's heart became heavier, he looked at the sky suspiciously, his eyes became more and more blurred...

"!" An Yinong woke up, this time he really woke up, wiping the sweat off his head.

"Yard!" He recalled what happened in his dream, lifted the quilt and opened the window. It was quiet outside the window, and the sky was fish-belly white.No locusts, no birds, and the elms in the yard are fine.