The Nameless of the Common Clans

"Yours, take some."

Taking the noodles in his hand, Chen Mo did not complain about the small amount. The rations given by Taiping were just to ensure that people would not starve to death. It was impossible to want more.

It was not easy to live in such a situation. From the beginning, Chen Mo did not expect the Taiping Sect to give them much.

Hunters with good strength like Uncle Yang can get more points. These people are the targets of the Taiping Religion, while old and weak women and children like Chen Mo can stutter and not starve to death.

"Where are we now?" Chen Mo asked, looking at the Taiping believers who were distributing food.

"Further ahead is Quyang. This time we are going to attack Quyang." The Taiping cultivator glanced at Chen Mo and said.

"Siege the city?" Chen Mo was startled: "We don't even have decent weapons, how can we attack the city?"

"You have your own way, get out of the way." The cultist waved his hand to drive him away impatiently.

Chen Mo was chased away by the people behind who were waiting to get food. He walked around in a circle and sneaked to the other side where food was distributed. The Taiping Sect's management was loose. He hid the food here and then went to the other side to get it. , as for whether anyone would be unable to eat because of him, Chen Mo had nothing to do with it. At this time, he could only take care of himself first.

After walking around like this for a long time, Chen Mo found his mother with a bowl of porridge with seven pieces of noodles hidden in his arms.

"Mom, eat quickly." Chen Mo took his mother to a secluded place and took out the noodles to share with his mother.

"Mo'er, what should we do if we are discovered?" Mother Chen took the dough and said worriedly, "Mom, you can get it yourself."

"Those Taiping cultists don't look like good people." Chen Mo shook his head. On the first day, his mother went to get it by herself and was almost dragged away by several Taiping cultists. Fortunately, Chen Mo, Yang Mao, Li Jiu and others were all there. They almost got into a fight. From that time on, Chen Mo went around like this every day to get more so that mother, son and Heizi could eat enough.

Mother Chen nodded, broke up the bread and threw it into the boiling clay pot, so that she could eat more satiated. The Taiping Sect only distributed food once a day. Although Chen Mo got back seven pieces of bread, the two of them had one dog per day. It is still not enough, Chen Mo alone is not enough, not to mention that Chen Mo cannot eat all of them. It will be better if they are boiled in water, at least it can fill his belly.

Chen Mo gulped down his portion, and after carefully looking at the fate and luck of his mother and Heizi, he stood up and said to his mother, "Mom, I'm going to practice."

"Well, be careful." Mother Chen hugged Heizi to prevent him from running around. In a place like this, if Heizi gets lost, he might be in someone else's bowl when he is found again.

Name: Chen Mo

Destiny Number: 12

Luck: 6

Money owned: 3813 five-baht coins

Combat talent: Hawkeye lv1

Natal talent: luck

Life skills: Farming lv7, Manure Making lv6, Memory lv4, Calligraphy lv5, Forging lv6, Bewitching lv1

Combat skills: stick skill lv5, archery lv9

Commander-in-Chief Skills: None

Available: Dreamland Training Camp

Standing silently, this is the only ability that Chen Mo can exercise at the moment. Every time he improves his physical training, his strength will be stronger. These days, he will train whenever he has time. After improving his physical training, he feels stronger again. He has increased a lot, and even grown a bit in stature, but according to past experience, the next promotion may take a long time.

Although with the improvement of physical training, Chen Mo has many other training methods in his mind, but he does not dare to try. With the food he gets every day, if he trains too much, the food will not be able to withstand consumption, and now Chen Mo also There is no way to get more food.

There is no way to start the dream training camp if your luck is below 10. Although after joining the Taiping Cult, your luck began to stabilize and will recover every day, but the upper limit has changed from 10 in the past to 6 now, but for the system For the gods, it is obvious that this will not change the requirements for starting the dream training camp. Chen Mo can only improve his abilities through his own continuous training.

Two meals a day and half an hour of standing, sometimes even this can't be maintained, because most of the night you can only lie on the floor, so you must eat something before going to bed to ensure that you will not wake up after a night's sleep. Come.

"Brother Ergou, is there anything to eat?" Dui walked up to Chen Mo with a dull look on his face and asked with tears in his eyes: "My mother... is starving to death."

"No more." After hesitating, Chen Mo shook his head, looked at Dumb and said, "Take me to see my aunt."

"Yeah." Ah-Dai nodded helplessly and led Chen Mo to where he and his mother were staying.

Aunt Cai was so thin that she lost all her color. She looked at Chen Mo's arrival with dull eyes, and a smile appeared on her face: "Er Gou, do you have anything to eat?"

Chen Mo felt a little sour and shook his head silently. He wanted to say something, but looking at Aunt Cai's sunken eyes, he couldn't say anything. There seemed to be something stuck in his throat.

"Let's go." Chen Mo pulled Dumb.

"What are you doing?" Duan looked at Chen Mo blankly.

"Go find some food for Auntie." Chen Mo took a deep breath, said nothing more, and left with Dumb.

"Brother Ergou, I asked Uncle Yang, and he doesn't have many there." Dui was pulled by Chen Mo towards the tent, feeling a little scared.

"Don't look for Uncle Yang." Chen Mo shook his head and took Ah Dai around. Although there were people guarding the tent, there were not many. Chen Mo found the place where the Taiping believers who provided food in the morning were.

"They... won't give us!" Ah Dai looked at those people in fear.

"Life is earned by oneself, and we don't need their charity!" Chen Mo took Ah Dai and rushed into a tent.

A Taiping believer was chewing a bread. Compared with most people who ate it like a wolf, this man was much more polite. When he saw the two people coming in, he frowned and said, "What are you doing, little brat? Get out!"

"I want to eat!" Chen Mo looked at the bread in front of him and reached out to take it.

"Little brat, you are looking for death!" The man's face changed and he reached out to hit him.

Chen Mo took off the short bow on his back, turned around and kicked the other person down. The man screamed in pain and was about to shout, but Chen Mo had already bullied him and put the short bow on the other person's neck and tightened it hard.

"Huh~" The man wanted to turn over, but Chen Mo's knees pressed against his waist and back, and his hands used all his strength.

Ah Dai stared at the scene blankly, his mouth open, but he didn't dare to speak.

"What are you looking at? Why don't you come to help!?" Chen Mo glared at Ah Dai and said.

Ah Dai ran over mechanically, but was slapped on the face by the man, and sat down in front of the man, just staring blankly at the man's face from red to purple, until his eyes rolled back, his eyeballs almost popped out, his hands dancing in front of him, the strength getting weaker and weaker, until finally falling down powerlessly...

"What are you looking at? Take the food!" After the other party didn't struggle, Chen Mo strangled for a long time, and then let go, retracted the short bow, looked at Ah Dai who was still in a daze, frowned and shouted.

"Oh~" Ah Dai nodded blankly, and reflexively began to pick up the food on the ground. He packed two packages, and then he and Chen Mo each carried one. He followed behind Chen Mo and left in a swagger as if nothing had happened.