MTL - After Emptying the Enemy’s Warehouse, He Carried Supplies To Survive the Disaster Years-Chapter 360 The timid town official
Chapter 360 The timid town official
The Goudan family watched Wang Tiezhu run away, unable to react for a moment, especially Wang Qian's family.
【Why is this different from what she thought! 】
In the past, no matter how dissatisfied she was, she would quarrel with her, attracting villagers to watch, and then they all pointed the finger at old Wang and accused her.
【But why did you run away! 】
“You rotten-hearted bitch, I really think your trick is working, why don’t you get up and push the cart.”
Seeing that her family was abandoned by the villagers, Mrs. Wang quickly jumped out of the cart with a cane.
Your doorknob is broken, and you have to pay a load of grain. "
Opened his mouth wide, as if laughing at his self-righteousness.
Let the seven guys cook, it's a waste of food, and Ziyu and Libai can't even eat it.
He is already used to the fights that take place every day at home, as long as they don't affect his eating and sleeping.
The town official vomited out the grievances in his heart, thinking that he could be considered a tenth-grade official, but he was crushed to death by two tigresses in his family.
Every household that Ziyu comes from the village has more or less one or two iron pots or earthen pots.
There is absolutely no thought of caring about the life and death of the people in the town. At this time, the town official only regretted that his parents had given him two fewer legs.
Those who were busy cooking dinner were greedy for rabbit meat, but no one had the nerve to ask for it.
“Sir, I know how to peel the little one, make sure it’s clean.”
“Soil…soil…bandits…looting!”
Before they left the village, they were told over and over again by the village chief and elders that no matter how old or young they were, they should never go to the noble master to ask for food.
The unusually deserted town gave him a somewhat eerie feeling, as if he was the only one in the world.
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The town official's nose twitched and he sniffed the smell in the wind, and was sure it was the smell of blood again.
The pace was a little too long for a while, and it hurt the sore spot on his buttocks, so the crooked town official had to slow down his pace.
For lunch, I borrowed a box of snacks from the carriage.
No, as soon as he took a break, he was busy taking out the pots, bowls and buckets from the carriage, washing his hands and starting to eat.
As the sun set in the west, a large group of people camped near a water source.
When she walked to a group with sick and injured patients, she saw only a broken pot cooking porridge.
Because none of the jars containing grain that used to be in the store were missing, and even the counter was gone.
His buttocks hit the ground firmly. The pain caused Zhenli to gasp for air, but it did not stop him from asking for compensation.
The town official crawled up and saw that the entire grain store was empty, and the smashed counter was leaning quietly in the corner.
Afraid of being discovered and reported, if he found out who was reporting, his whole family would have to be killed.
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At the moment of life or death, your own life is the most important thing.
The fat body rolled over at an unprecedented speed, and the fallen leaves were rolled up wherever it passed.
The look in the two people's eyes showed both respect and fear.
The town official, who had been beaten for several days and was too embarrassed to go out, finally got a chance to go out for fun, and wanted to go to his old friend's home for comfort.
“Ah~bah~”
When he thought of the gentle Widow Wen, the town official's thoughts became vivid again, and he looked around like a thief.
The origin of the fifty carriages has spread throughout the large team, and this rumor makes people even more afraid to show off in front of Ziyu and Libai.
Like the wind, he rushed in front of Wang Qianshi, waving the cane in his hand, and Wang Sap silently pulled the cart forward.
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The cooked porridge is raw and has a strong paste smell.
Ziyu’s advice to them was to prepare only one day’s worth of food every night when they rested.
Many people are reluctant to throw it away and will continue to eat it. People with bad gastrointestinal problems are very easy to get sick.
Pi Er, who knew that he was not good at cooking, took the initiative to untie his horse and go to the lower reaches of the stream to wash the horses. When he saw four hares lying on the ground, he asked for instructions.
On the street in the early morning, the breeze blew through a few fallen leaves, bringing with it a distinct smell of blood.
The only responses were the rats looking for food, and the town officials who were lying on the ground and wanted someone to help them. No response was received for a long time.
In hot weather, food can easily go rancid if left overnight, which is a problem for farmers who are reluctant to waste food.
Li Bai made it clear that the seven people were only responsible for their own meals, while Ziyu and his meals would be done by themselves.
“咝~”
People who have been traveling for a day are busy lighting a fire to cook when they rest.
Ziyu, who was holding a clay basin and stirring the egg liquid, was inspecting what everyone was doing to eat.
The dough of Kang's pancakes is so dark that no color can be seen, but the inside is still raw.
He barely drank the shabu-shabu water. He only boiled the wild vegetables brought by others by boiling them in the water.
The birds that landed on the roof chirped and laughed at the town official's ridiculous performance, then spread their wings and flew into the mountains.
“Gah~chi!”
"Take them and clean them up. Just send two back. No internal organs." Libai, who was simmering with rice, said without raising his head.
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Dunzi, who was called, ran over and took the horse, and went downstream with Pi Er.
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“Okay, promise to go and come back soon, Dunzi, come here!”
There is not even a serious doctor in the team, there is just an old man who knows herbal medicine, and can only cause headaches and fever.
Although it is incomplete, it is not a pot, so cooking porridge and pancakes is not a problem.
I wanted to open my mouth to curse a few words, but I realized something was wrong.
It is your kindness to be willing to take them all the way. If you offend someone, your life may be in danger.
The town official climbed out of the grain store, looked around cautiously, got up and ran home.
The Golden Eagle family responsible for exploring the road dropped four hares, landed on the top of Ziyu's carriage, and preened each other's feathers.
The town official suddenly thought of the smell of blood he had smelled before, and his whole body trembled like chaff, wishing he had never appeared.
How can a restless old heart be willing to be suppressed by a woman? It has to find some sense of existence outside.
Ziyu, who had seen second-hand leather craftsmanship at noon, was determined not to let them cook, not to mention the hygiene level.
The wooden door he was leaning against opened with a creak, and the town official, who had no time to react, leaned back and entered the shop.
“Oh! Damn Zhuliang Store!
Hands on all fours and crawls out slowly, not even thinking of entering the inner room to check.
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The uncooked porridge and flour cakes were all cleaned up by twenty-seven people, and even the mushy rice crackers at the bottom of the porridge were all eaten.
Pancakes are a must because it’s hot at noon and many people don’t want to light a fire to cook, so they just make do with the pancakes baked the day before, even Ziyu and Libai.
Hands behind his back, he walked dodging under the eaves with a swaying step.
The fat body couldn't keep up with the reaction, and the choking dust was thrown up with a 'bang'.
There is obviously no staple food in the tumbling porridge, and it is mainly composed of some roots. At first glance, it looks like immature sweet potato roots.
Ziyu glanced at this team composed of old, weak, sick and disabled people calmly.
(End of this chapter)
