In the early morning, half-bright, the fire was almost burning, Wang Ya leaned on Xiao Lan's arm, still asleep in a daze. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Xiao Lan, who woke up early, extinguished the last spark of the fire, and with the faint light, he began to pack his luggage and prepare to continue on the road.

The snake he caught yesterday, Xiao Lan didn't eat it immediately, and wanted to use it as a backup food. The snake skin is simply processed and then smoked on the fire to make a bacon that can be preserved for a long time.

Now there are bread to eat, and dried snakes to store first.

Xiao Lan shook the kettle, listening to the sound and estimating, there was less than half of the water left. has not finished the journey, but there is still half a pot of water left, and you have to save it to drink, Xiao Lan definitely doesn't want to experience it when there is no water.

Taking advantage of the fact that the sun was not too scorching, Xiao Lan walked all the way with the half-asleep Wang Ya, crossed a mountain, and walked to the foot of the mountain, but saw a thatched hut built at the foot of a remote mountain.

Who would live in such a remote place?

Xiao Lan approached the dwarf planks, knocked a few times, and waited, but no one responded. So he pushed open the half-hidden wooden door and saw a man lying on the floor, head down.

He understood half of it.

Xiao Lan retreated and put the baby pimple Wang Ya who had been holding her in her arms on the ground.

"I'll go in for a while, you wait for me here. While speaking, Xiao Lan put the bamboo basket against the eaves, put it down from her shoulder, and asked Wang Ya to take a good look at things here.

Wang Ya, who didn't sleep well, didn't speak, nodded obediently and agreed, sat on the stone at the door, and wanted to fall asleep again. After all, she was still a child, and when she grew up, Xiao Lan didn't blame her now, he just didn't want her to come into contact with the dead body.

Without Wang Ya, Xiao Lan bent down and walked into the low wooden door.

It was a dead man lying in the center, looking to have just died, and it didn't smell bad. Face down, no face to be seen, the body was stiff, and the exposed limbs were almost skinny.

Xiao Lan looked at it, swept his eyes twice, and without much change in his expression, he walked towards the inner part of the hut.

The thatched hut was empty, there weren't too many things, it was just a bed, but after Xiao Lan's careful search, he found a farming tool under the bed, a rusty agricultural scimitar.

Sure enough, there is still something.

In the commune era, all goods had to be handed over, food and clothing were all distributed in packs, and it was impossible for the peasants to have any private belongings in their homes, all of which were distributed through the commune records, and the tools you used to farm had to be returned.

This scimitar was obviously the deceased's possession.

After Xiao Lan got the tools, he rummaged through them carefully, and there was nothing else that could be used, so he walked out.

Out of the hut, Xiao Lan put the scimitar at the bottom of the bamboo basket, this thing must be carefully hidden. The drum moved so much that Wang Ya couldn't sleep. Xiao Lan was tidying up her things, and Wang Ya, who woke up, had nothing to do, so she began to walk around the hut, looking east and west.

After Xiao Lan tidied up, he looked up and found that Wang Ya was gone, he hurriedly put down the bamboo basket, looked around, walked to the back of the hut, and found Wang Ya squatting on the ground looking at the ants.

Xiao Lan didn't know what to say, she felt that she was worried in vain, so she touched Wang Ya's head and said, "Don't run around in the future, you know?"

In the blink of an eye, you don't know where you've gone.

"Got it, Grandpa, don't be angry. ”

It wasn't until Wang Ya nodded heavily and said that she wouldn't run around that Xiao Lan was willing to let her go. picked up Wang Ya and was about to leave, but Xiao Lan found a tank behind the thatched hut, and when she got closer, there was water at the bottom of the tank.

Even if there is water, it can't be drunk. If it is stored for a long time and does not circulate, the water and the surrounding area of the tank are covered with green algae plants, and it is natural that you cannot drink it if there are too many microorganisms. But Xiao Lan didn't give up, an idea popped up in his mind, he put his hand deep into the tank, took out a handful of algae inside, rubbed it carefully, and sniffed it again.

Xiao Lan hesitated, but still took a little bit and put it in his mouth and tasted it, the grass was fragrant, there was no fishy smell, and there was no nausea.

In the last mission world, Xiao Lan learned the active skills of health care, and also paid attention to the nutrition products used for health preservation.

If he guessed correctly, the algae plants in this vat should be chlorella. Chlorella has some nutritional value, which is hyped by the factory, and it is made into a health care product. Let's not say whether it can be healthy or not, but Xiao Lan is sure that it will be able to eat it. Chlorella is a kind of food substitute that can relieve hunger and will not have much effect, so such a food replacement is excellent.

After trying just from Cong, Xiao Lan made sure that the chlorella in this vat was clean, not contaminated in any way, and there was no discomfort after the stomach.

That is, it can be eaten.

Chlorella can be used as a backup diet, but only if it is processed so that it is safe to use.

So Xiao Lan put down Wang Ya, turned out a single liner from the bamboo basket, reached into the tank with both hands, fished out all the chlorella in it, put it on top of the single clothes, and then twisted the water like a towel, and the chlorella dried.

Back and forth, Xiao Lan got almost two handfuls of chlorella, wrapped them, and put them in a bamboo basket as spare food.

He won't eat it unless he has to.

After delaying the time and gaining a little, Xiao Lan and Wang Ya continued on the road.

Half a day passed, and at last they crossed the last hill and arrived at a new town. This place was not at all what Xiao Lan originally thought, he thought that it would be better when he came to the town.

But the scene he saw in front of him finally made him understand that the menacing famine was not just a lack of grain harvest in the countryside.

The doors of the street shops on both sides were open, everything was smashed, and there were no living people walking, and by chance, a few people leaned against the wall by the side of the road, and fell to the ground motionless.

The sun was shining, but there was not a single living person.

This reminded Xiao Lan of the scene he had seen in a war zone, where corpses were piled up.

At this time, the feelings belonging to Wang Er came to his heart, a sad feeling, and endless sympathy and sadness. Xiao Lan didn't squint, didn't stop to check, just walked forward, trying to cross the street quickly.

Wang Ya was curious by the child's nature, and she didn't quite understand the meaning of death, so she pointed to them and simply asked: "Grandpa, why don't they move?"

This time, Xiao Lan didn't reply and quickened her pace.

But the famine would last for three years, and it was only the early days.