The pot of rice porridge in the kitchen is empty, and there is still some paste left, Aunt Li and her daughter are gnawing on the cornmeal nest to eat the paste, the color of the cornmeal is very mixed, and at a glance, you can see that it is a coarse noodle that is crushed and ground into flour with corn cobs, which is not only not delicious but also cuts the throat. But it's much better than mush and rice porridge, at least it's a nest.

In the basket next to them were four slightly yellowed white-flour steamed buns, and it seemed that the person in charge of the king came before Jiang Weiguo. Seeing that Jiang Weiguo was coming, Aunt Li brought him a stool and handed him a bowl: "Xiao Jiang is here, let's eat!"

Aunt Li's daughter held the nest head in her hand, staring at the white-flour steamed buns in the basket with a longing face.

Jiang Weiguo had a good life before he went south, even if he slept in the open for more than half a year, and he was full of water every day for more than ten days on the boat, and now he was so hungry when he saw so much food, he even had a stomach burning, he still took out a steamed bun from the basket and handed it to Aunt Li's daughter, saying, "Here you go." ”

Aunt Li's daughter was ecstatic and turned out to be a steamed bun.

Aunt Li slapped her hand hard and scolded: "You're hungry, I'm hungry for you, don't thank my brother soon." ”

"Thank you, Brother Xiaojiang. Aunt Li's daughter whispered.

"Xiao Jiang, thank you so much, my daughter has not eaten much steamed buns, come on, come on, these two wowotou are for you, I'll go and fill a bowl of paste for you." With that, Aunt Li picked up the bowl and went to help Jiang Weiguo pretend to be mush.

Jiang Weiguo grabbed a steamed bun in the basket, opened his mouth and bit off most of it, and the three steamed buns, which were not big, were swallowed by him by swallowing the dates.

Seeing that Jiang Weiguo was eating in such a hurry, Aunt Li hurriedly handed him the paste and asked him to take a sip: "Slow down, don't choke, where do I have rice soup, I'll bring you a bowl." ”

The rice soup brought by Aunt Li is much thicker than the daily hair from the bilge, Jiang Weiguo has three steamed buns, a bowl of paste and a bowl of rice soup before he feels that there is something in his stomach, this warm and safe feeling Jiang Weiguo has not had for a long time.

Aunt Li's daughter carefully tore open the steamed bun and handed the big one to Aunt Li, who took a small bite and handed the steamed bun back to her.

Jiang Weiguo began to gnaw on the nest without saying a word.

Aunt Li looked at him eating here, and asked cautiously, "Xiao Jiang, you lived in the bilge before, right?"

Jiang Weiguo nodded.

"Where are you from? I think you're from the north, right? I've heard that there's a disaster in the north, and everyone is fleeing south, and the cook before was from the north, and last night he found out that he had a plague, and he couldn't be cured. "Aunt Li, like most aunts of the same age, is obviously a mouth-holder.

"I'm from Beiping. "Jiang Wei National Road.

"Beiping City, a good place!" Aunt Li sighed, "I have never been to Beiping, I have been a cook for the owner on the ship for so many years, and I can't get off the boat several times a year." By the way, Xiao Jiang, I see that you are quite strong, and your family should be a cook, right?"

Jiang Weiguo didn't ask Aunt Li about his man very interestingly, there are too many ways for ordinary people to die these days, and Aunt Li can take her daughter on the boat to cook the lady, presumably the man died early.

"My dad is the cook. Jiang Weiguo replied and went to scoop another bowl of paste.

"Are you going to the Demon Capital?" Aunt Li asked, most of the people on this boat were going to the Demon Capital.

Jiang Weiguo nodded.

"Don't go to the magic capital, anyway, the cook died before, and the king steward must value you if he gave you an extra steamed bun, if you go and beg him, maybe he will let you stay." Aunt Li saw Jiang Weiguo looking at her puzzled, and explained, "You have to have money to go to the magic capital, the price of the magic capital is expensive, I heard people say that the rent of a small room is a big ocean, and it is not easy to find a job there, and there are concessions everywhere that we can't afford to provoke." You are young, even if you are strong and the dock will not want you, it is better to stay on the boat, have food and accommodation, and have 6 dimes a month, maybe the king steward can give you white flour steamed buns to eat. ”

Obviously, in Aunt Li's eyes, a pause in white-flour steamed buns is an excellent life.

Jiang Weiguo shook his head: "Before my father sent me on the ship, he said that he wanted me to go to the magic capital to mix up and go back to Beiping to buy back our family's ancestral property." ”

Aunt Li could see that Jiang Weiguo's original family must have been rich, so she just looked at him with pity.

Beiping has fallen, the land is not ours anymore, where is there anything to buy back the ancestral property.

Despite this, Aunt Li still persuaded him: "It's really good for you to stay, although Steward Wang is a child of the family and a little greedy for money, but he is not bad for us outsiders, at least he will not deduct us from eating, and he will not usually beat and scold." ”

Aunt Li felt that at Jiang Weiguo's age, with no family and no money, he wouldn't be able to live long to go to the devil.

Jiang Weiguo was silent, drank a few more bowls of mush, and Aunt Li stopped persuading him and gave him one more nest.

After eating, Jiang Weiguo stayed in the kitchen on Aunt Li's side, the cabin was too dirty, and he had to wipe his body before going back to cook at night.

Aunt Li's daughter has no name, so she is called Xiaohua. Xiaohua ate Jiang Weiguodao's steamed buns, and became close to Jiang Weiguo, and surrounded Jiang Weiguo to ask him what Beiping was like.

The work in the kitchen is very leisurely, and there is no need to wash rice and vegetables, not to mention that there is no vegetable at all, and the rice porridge is also eaten with some dirty things, and the weight of the rice is washed lightly after washing. Of course, this is only for people in the third class, and the rice of the people in the second class still has to be washed, but there are not many people in the second class, so there is no need to dig many meters.

Jiang Weiguo finished cooking dinner, and after dinner, he went back to the bilge.

In this way, after five days, the ship arrived in the magic capital.

Jiang Feng was a little stunned when he went ashore with the crowd of people pushing and shoving.

He originally thought that the recipe in the old man's memory would be one of the dishes he had made in the past few days, but later he even thought about the rice porridge boiled by the sixth aunt, the boiled paste, the steamed steamed bun and the wowotou, but he didn't expect that it was not one.

For five days, Jiang Feng didn't need to sleep, and he wrote down almost everyone's face in the bilge. Sometimes I wander around, listen to their conversations, and guess where they come from and where they come from.

A couple with their young sons sold their five daughters in order to scrape together enough money for a ferry ticket, and every day they clung to their baggage for fear of being stolen. There are bachelors who are alone, widows whose husbands have died, and teenagers like Jiang Weiguo, whose whole family sends him on a boat with their savings in the hope that he will survive. Without exception, they all come from areas that have been severely affected, and people are robbing people, killing people, eating people, natural disasters and man-made disasters, and there is no one in ten.

Five days gave Jiang Feng a brief understanding of this terrible era.

Jiang Weiguo got off the boat like this, taking the vegetable dumplings that Aunt Li stuffed to him and the 20 copper yuan and an old set of clothes that Steward Wang left to him after he didn't know how much money he was greedy.

The vegetable dumplings were secretly made by Aunt Li when she was cooking last night, and Steward Wang knew about it, but he didn't say it. Pickled vegetables, rice cereal, cornmeal mixed together, a total of six, each fist-sized, very strong, saved to eat for several days, all for Jiang Weiguo.

Jiang Weiguo has been eating all the time these days, although there is no oil and water, but it is good. If he finds a job in Modu, relying on the foundation of these days, the vegetable dumplings and twenty copper yuan given by Aunt Li should be able to live for a week or two.

Before getting off the ship, Steward Wang also found Jiang Weiguo and told him that the ship would leave the magic capital in four days, and that if he wanted to get on the ship as a cook, he could come back in four days.

Jiang Weiguo was very moved, and bowed deeply and thanked Steward Wang, but looking at his expression, Jiang Feng knew that he would not come back.

The dock was crowded, and the people, the traffickers, the businessmen, and the police surrounded the small dock.

Jiang Feng could directly pass through the crowd, Jiang Weiguo was miserable, while he had to protect his things from being stolen by thieves, and on the other hand, he had to leave the dock through the vast sea of people.

It was not easy to squeeze out of the crowd, Jiang Weiguo didn't know where to go, and he didn't have any relatives to run to, so he stood on the side of the road a little dazed.

After a while, Jiang Weiguo took out the vegetable dumplings in his arms and took a small bite.

Things around me blurred.

Jiang Feng was in the dormitory, and opened his eyes blankly.

It's over?

Seeing the modern decoration in the dormitory and the iron railing next to the bed, Jiang Feng was even a little unfamiliar.

After staying on the boat for a long time, he missed the bumpy feeling of swaying a little.

After taking a moment to think back to everything he had seen in his memory, Jiang Feng clicked on the attribute panel.