I walk the career line in dog blood

Is this the meaning of asking him to leave with the lantern?

"I've died twice, and ghosts are nothing special." After a few breaths, An Yinong calmed down. He held the lantern pole tightly and turned around slowly.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw blue tulle flying by, but there was nothing behind him.

The small road that An Yinong walked was now surrounded by white mist, the more he looked closely, the more foggy it became, and the exit of Calabash Pond was looming.

He couldn't help wrapping his clothes tightly, his teeth chattering.

"Thank you."

After all, he took the lantern and walked home, first walking slowly, then speeding up, and finally running.

It was already dark, the world was dark, and there was only a boy with a lantern on the twisted black passage.The hazy cold light from the lantern enveloped him like a mist.

Unknown creatures on both sides probed their brains, ready to move, but there was nothing in the place illuminated by the blue fire.

He ran all the way to the house, lit the oil lamp, and was still in shock, when the sound of birds flapping their wings could be faintly heard outside the window.

An Yinong waited carefully for a while, then walked over quietly, looked through the window, and then opened the window, only to see a stupid owl parked on the tree.

"Xiaoqi, do you feel anything?" He asked the system.

"No." The system was very frustrated, it felt that it was the most useless system in history.

"The Gourd Pond is a must." An Yinong turned his head to look at the blown out lantern.Whatever it was, good intentions or malice, he was leaving.When he's gone, it's all over.

In the next few days, due to the increase in taxes from above, the people were in dire straits. Some villages that could not survive began to flee the whole village. Some people turned from good citizens to robbers and robbed property everywhere.

I heard that the rice shop in the town was also robbed, and many people died.So the merchants closed their shops, and the windows and doors of those big families were also closed, for fear of being pushed away by the hungry people.

People in Tianjiacun were also in a state of panic, hesitating whether to leave or stay.

An Yinong didn't go out anymore, he pushed the wheelbarrow to the carpenter's house for repairs.

The front wheels were replaced with new and thicker ones, and the sides were reinforced, and two small wheels were fixed at the back, which became a 'tricycle'.Three wooden boxes of the same size are fixed on the platform, and he can lie on them to sleep at night without setting up another tent.

"Build a bamboo shed on it, paste it with oiled paper, and it can keep out the wind and rain."

After listening to the carpenter, he said, "Are you going to find food elsewhere?"

"If possible, who wants to leave their hometown? People who leave their hometowns are cheap." An Yinong sighed and shook his head, "But when will it rain today?"

The carpenter didn't say anything. Although he still had some skills, his life was very difficult.

After that, An Yinong didn't go out for a few days. He used things that he didn't use at home to change some oil, and then he packed up the small stone mill that he didn't use much at home, and ground all the food in the house into powder.

He sewed clothes and repaired tools at home during the day, and secretly ground grain at night. After several nights, most of the grain was ground into fine powder.

"Put this bag of miscellaneous grains powder in a pot for dry frying, and when it is cooked, just add water when eating. The same is true for these black beans, which are fried and eaten dry. This bag of miscellaneous grains powder is baked into dry cakes. In case you really want to flee famine, I don’t have time to cook in a pot, so it’s okay to eat directly.”

An Yinong carefully arranges the food at home.

The movement of his house was also noticed, and the villagers were curious: "What is your family doing?"

An Yinong didn't tell the truth, but only said: "It's grinding the bark, the elm bark at the door, it's easy to enter after grinding."

It wasn't a complete lie, he did grind some bark and put it in another bag.Others have already started eating bark, so their family can't be too special.

Around the same time, the carpenter had already repaired the original wheelbarrow to be extremely strong. An Yinong looked at the wheelbarrow with a shed and a wooden box, and a rare smile appeared on his face.

"I set up a long pole for you on the bamboo shed. If you hang it with a cloth at night, others will not be able to see you. At least you can sleep better." The carpenter said.

After picking up the modified unicycle, he went to the cobbler to pick up his hat and shoes. The tops were thick leather boots with layered soles underneath.It's a pity that I can't find rubber grass here, otherwise I can make a rubber-soled shoe.

As for the hat, it is the Lei Feng hat that was popular in later generations. It has two big ears, which can protect the neck and ears when hung down.

"One box for grain, one box for clothes and quilts, and one box for medicines and things that may be used." All three boxes are full, so what about some pots and pans?Just hang on the sides.

An Yinong tried to lift the wheelbarrow. The things on it were connected to the wheelbarrow, adding up to more than 200 kilograms, and it felt heavy to push.

The car is too heavy to be lifted with only two arms, and the arms will be useless after a day.An Yinong recalled someone else's car: "There must be a strip of cloth tied between the two armrests, and the strip of cloth is tied on the shoulder so that it is easy to lift."

"Boom, boom, boom!" There was a rush of gongs and drums outside the door.

He went out, and many villagers came out: "What's the matter? What happened?"

"Lianhua Village was robbed by robbers, and they all died. No one, old or young, survived." The married woman who fled here cried with her children.

The hearts of the villagers were even colder: "Bandits?"

The robbers came very quickly, and they appeared in the next day in the next village. The richest man next door, Huang Laocai, was ransacked. , Only the youngest young master escaped.

This group of people robbed and left without staying.

"I heard that they are soldiers who have been defeated in the battle, and they are killing the good and pretending to be meritorious."

"Several carts were pulled away, and the sacks were full of grain." The villagers spread rumors.

Two days later, the villagers did not find out the whereabouts of the robbers, but they heard that the county government office was robbed, and all the food in the county government office was also robbed.

There were soldiers and bandits, the county government was robbed, the magistrate died, and the edible grass roots nearby were also dug up and eaten. This series of events finally cut off the last trace of luck in the hearts of the villagers. They knew that , there is still a glimmer of life in escaping, if you stay, you will undoubtedly die.

"Would you like to go?"

"go!"

Countless hungry farmers dragged their families out of their homes.

"Leave just like that? There are still many things that you don't want to take?" The fleeing people looked back frequently, and the scenery and dilapidated houses that had been tired of seeing for a long time seemed to be very cute.

"I won't take it anymore, I can't take so much."

"We killed all the chickens in our family? Can't we raise them first?"

"This is fleeing from famine!"

Many people are reluctant to leave, this is their 'home', with every bit of their life, a broken home is worth a million dollars.But if you don't go, you will starve to death.

Bringing parents, wife and children, pushing the cart, and abandoning their hometown, the people of Tianjia Village set off.

"There is nothing edible on the road." Looking at the barren scene on both sides, the old people burst into tears.

After two years of drought, many plants could not survive at all, and were gnawed by locusts and humans later, so what appeared in front of them was a barren land.

The road was full of yellow sand, and when the wind blew, I couldn't open my eyes.So those who fled famine wrapped their heads in sackcloth.

An Yinong walked with difficulty pushing the cart, a thick strip of cloth strangled his back, and the cloth was tied with handrails on both sides.

He also carried a bag with food on his back, and a water bag on his waist. On the repaired car, there were streamlined household belongings, and a thick layer of mattresses and quilts was covered on top.

Families with a large population all pull ox carts, horse carts or donkey carts, which are full of things and carry a lot on their backs.

And the poor family carried two baskets on one shoulder, with children in one basket and rations in the other.

They just walked on the road without people.

The population of Tianjia Village is not large, only more than 20 households with more than [-] people.They are going to go together, and they can take care of each other.

"It's going to be winter now, the north is cold, and there is no grass growing. There is still a war at the moment, and there is no way to survive. It's better to go to the south. The wild vegetables in the south grow early, and it will be easier to survive the winter."

Several grown men got together to discuss the escape route.

An Yinong didn't stop him. Judging from the development of the plot, the survival rate of the refugees who fled to the south is indeed the highest. Of course, the road to the south is not safe. There are many mountains here, and there are many bandits and bandits.In the plot, they encountered robbers twice along the way, and many people were killed or injured.

Thinking of this, he clenched the black iron machete tightly in his hand, and there were muscles on his arm formed by eating full food for three months.

This month, he also practiced the fighting skills he had learned before, just to have a little more chance of surviving when he encountered bandits.

The team of more than 20 families began to walk south. They walked nearly ten miles along the dry river on the first day, and occasionally saw puddles that had not completely disappeared on the road.

Because of hunger and lack of strength, everyone walked slowly, and no one spoke along the way, lifeless.

An Yinong also stopped and walked, but he stopped to collect water and dry firewood.

There are two baskets on either side of the wheelbarrow, one for buckets to collect water and one for dead branches and hay.

Other families have a large population, so several people can collect firewood and two people can take care of the luggage.He was alone, and as soon as he left, the car might be pulled away.

So An Yinong came up with this method.Collect as many of these items as you can while on the road, and use them when you stop to rest.

It was getting dark, and they found a dilapidated temple nearby, with more than a hundred people crowded in the courtyard.

The sense of security brought by human architecture is incomparable to the wild environment. Several families collected dry firewood and hay, lit a bonfire in the yard, and then took out food to roast.

At this moment, they still have food, although they are all grains, rice bran and even grass roots, but the things are there, and the comfort is there, so each of them is in a good mental state and still has the strength to speak.

"It's so cold." The man took off his shoes and roasted his feet, and the stinky pigsty smell came out.A few women laughed and scolded them, saying that the food they were going to eat later also smelled of stinky feet.

"Don't laugh too. Right now, there is still a roof that can shelter from the rain, where you can burn things to warm up, and have something to eat. I don't know what will happen in the future."

As soon as the words came out, everyone became quiet, and even the less sensible children timidly hid behind their parents.

At this time, An Yinong was staying at the corner. His tricycle was tilted after it was parked. He had to place special feet under the two small wheels so that the surface of the tricycle was flat and would not move casually.

He hung rags and straps on three sides of the wooden frame, and hung a straw curtain on one side, which blocked most of his eyes.I sat on a small stool and listened to their chat on the other side.

Of course, he is not just sitting, he is filtering the water collected during the day, filtering it through four layers of pebbles, charcoal, sand, and cotton yarn, and then boiling it, it can be stored for drinking.

Other families who drink raw water directly don’t understand: “Drinking water will cause so much trouble.”

"My body is weak, and drinking unboiled water is easy to get sick." An Yinong didn't explain much. He couldn't prove that there were germs and insect eggs in the water. If he said too much, they would feel that An Yinong cursed them.In this environment, he felt that it was more appropriate for him to be selfish.

When it's dinner time, he climbs into the cabin on his wheelbarrow, lowers the curtains, and puts a 'health halo' on his shoulders, wrists and legs.After pushing the car for a day, my body doesn't seem to be my own anymore.

The only thing that can bring him comfort at this time is the delicious food from another dimension.

The dinner there was always very rich, and there was still a lot of food left on the table after he was full.An Yinong consciously left those foods with little taste, such as lettuce, fruit and bread.

These are all wrapped in a clean cloth for tomorrow's breakfast.

Not long after dinner, everyone climbed into the car and fell asleep, except for the two who stayed on vigil. An Yinong also lay in his own car. The relatively private space gave him a sense of psychological security.

When the snoring started to rise and fall from all around, An Yinong also held the machete and closed his eyes.

"...!" His eyes snapped open.

"Hush." ​​A finger was pressed against his lips, cold.