What kind of person is that, Si Fan never thought that he would see such a person from film and television works and from outside the photos.

They were skinny, they didn't have much flesh on their faces, and they lay out of the vole's hole with longing eyes.

The people of the city of Suri are afraid, and the frightened voles have become a delicacy that makes them rejoice, as long as they can catch a litter of voles, their stomachs will not be hungry today, their bodies are covered with mud, their eyes are a little hollow, they have no ambition, their only ambition is to have a full meal tonight, as for the time of tomorrow, they never think about it.

That vole is their dream.

That's all, dreams belong to people who can eat a full stomach, and when their stomachs are not full, their dreams are shattered.

Far away on the other side, Si Fan sat in the wheat field, the ground was very soft, and he sat down with an unknown amount of wheat, Si Fan, who didn't care very much, seemed to sit down on the wheat that had become needles one by one, pricking his ass and hurting, life was such nonsense, he still didn't feel anything just now, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

Now I saw the child in the distance, a thin figure with a rickety figure, and an arm like a reed pole that could be broken at any time.

He didn't pay attention to anything, it didn't matter if Si Fan was sitting on the bank of the river and crushed a piece of wheat seedlings, it wasn't his, he didn't dare to come over, he just wanted to grab the food in front of him.

Si Fan, who sat down, looked at the child opposite carefully, he wanted to sit up, but after thinking about it, he still sat down, and the wheat field that had been broken was broken after all.

The people on the other side don't have enough to eat, but the wheat fields on this side are only a small part, and a large amount of the fields are still pastures and are not being used.

It's not that they don't want to take advantage of it, it's that they don't have this ability, everything on the small dirt slope on the opposite side shows what is happening here, they even have a problem eating, this dirt slope is probably his biggest harvest in the last few days, and a few possible voles are their target.

Don't look at the little guy who is thin, he is more patient than ordinary people, he seems to be an old hunter with rich experience, so he waits quietly, waiting for the appearance of the prey.

It seems that it is the favor of God, or it may be that his waiting has worked.

There was a little sound coming from the entrance of the cave, and it was the sound of voles inside.

With a smile on his face, he hung a tattered net bag at the mouth of the hole and made a knot.

I don't know what the knot is, and then bury it completely. Behind him was a bucket that was supposed to have been broken, the underneath which had been burned with fire and then plugged with a soft-boiled plastic bag.

It seemed to work now, but the quality had dropped too much, so he filled half a bucket of water with this bucket and poured it into a nearby cave.

It is said that there are three holes of cunning rabbits, and rats are not honest just one hole, they have a lot of holes.

The skinny boy had found a few holes, and then he blocked them all, so that there was only one hole in the net, and another hole near the river.

This guy suddenly tried to use all his strength to scoop up the water quickly.

Si Fan believed that this kid had taken out all the strength of his body, his shriveled and thin body couldn't burst out too much strength, just three or four buckets of water didn't have much strength, and the tattered bucket began to slowly lie down in the small stream.

He was already exhausted, but the cave had indeed been washed into the water, and the entrance to the cave was desperately covered by him.

Just a few meters on the other side of the small river ditch, Si Fan had already heard the desperate screams of the vole, and a furry figure rushed out from the direction where there was a net.

When there was movement in the net, the child pounced in that direction with all his might, like a cheetah.

Seven or eight voles were caught, inside the nets.

The little boy didn't have time to think about anything else, he grabbed the bottom of the net and smashed the voles with a rock.

What a hell cute, what a funny cuteness, in his eyes, this is a delicious meal, and maybe it can be exchanged for some food. It's meat, and there's a lot of fat in it.

He beat all the voles unconscious, and even if they pretended to be dead, he stoned them, and then took his broken bucket, put all the voles in it, put lids on them, and finally tied them all with a thin rope.

That's the best thing he's gotten out of?

Of course not, this is a vole, they are rats and they have an inevitable habit, that is, stealing.

Not all of these things can be eaten, and they also have the habit of hiding in winter, although it is not autumn now, it is summer, and there will still be a harvest, and the little guy is trying to dig things with a broken little shovel.

After a while, you can see the rat's nest below.

He took out a little bit of food from it.

That's really a little bit, but just a little bit in Si Fan's eyes, it is estimated that there are a few catties, in Huaxia, the food that can be earned by working for half an hour is more important than the sky in the eyes of this child, and he cherishes putting these grains into another pocket, very careful.

After everything was finally done, he patted his chest, as if relieved.

The already shriveled body was patted down, and the loose clothes were also shot more close-fitting, and it could be seen that he didn't have much flesh at all.

The stunted body must be deficient in calcium, so his bones are very small, as if they can be broken lightly.

Compared to the sturdy body of those officials, he was a reed stick, but he began to catch small voles in the field to make a living.

Si Fan, who was on the other side, looked at the food he carried, which were a few energy bars, which were usually used to replenish energy, and the two self-heating hot pots in the bag, which were even simpler, for outing lunch.

For Si Fan, these things are not particularly precious, but for that child, they may be precious.

He really couldn't allow himself to sit here eating hot pot and watching the kid across from him fall into hunger.

looked at the child opposite and patted his belly, which was actually a little shriveled.

"I still don't have lunch, go back and eat, he needs these rations even more. Si Fan whispered.

He looked at his bag, and finally took out a paper bag from it, there was really no such thing as a plastic bag on his body, and he stuffed everything he carried with him to eat, and looked at the other side.

"Hey!" he yelled.

The boy was like a frightened bird, trying to run away.

At this time, Si Fan had already thrown away his paper bag.

He believed that this bright boy should know what it was to go and see what it was.

Even if it's risky.

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