"What kind of place is this, there is not even a signal." Chen Qiong carried a backpack and raised the mobile phone above her head, her arms were sore, and there was still no signal on it, Chen Qiong couldn't help but scold angrily.

Except for rolling hills to the southeast, a flat wasteland is overgrown waist-deep with weeds and low shrubs. This, this is unreasonable! Walk out of the hill and look at the wasteland in the distance. Chen Qiong was stunned, Chen Qiong is an adventurer, a guy who likes rock climbing, this time he climbed with his bare hands on a cliff in Mount Tai, climbed to the top of the mountain after a lot of hardships, lifted his backpack, and was about to leave. But a strange wind blew, the foothold was not stable, and he fell off the cliff very pitfully, thinking that this time he was only afraid of being stilted, but he didn't expect to survive miraculously, but after waking up, he found that the location was completely different, looking at this wasteland, looking at the original ecology, Chen Qiong was sure that this was not at the foot of Mount Tai.

It's really unfortunate that you can't even find anyone who asks for directions. Fortunately, he got a backpack before falling off Mount Tai, and he has a strong ability to survive in the wild, if he changes to a guy who has never been far away, he will be panicked enough just to encounter this kind of uninhabited place.

Carrying a bag on her back, Chen Qiong went all the way to the east, always looking for a place with a water source first, and then finding something to eat, if she couldn't find someone, she could only stay overnight in the wilderness first.

Is there anybody, is there anybody?

After walking for more than ten miles in a row, all I saw was barren and uninhabited farmland. The ridges among the weeds show that this was originally a place for cultivating grain. Chen Qiong looked a little unbelievable that such a flat cultivated land would be deserted here, in his memory, Huaxia was overcrowded, except for some deep mountains and old forests, and ecological reserves, it was basically impossible for this to happen. If it is an ecological reserve, looking at this uninhabited place, I am afraid that even pigs will laugh.

Passing by a small forest, Chen Qiong found a small river about three or four meters wide, and walked along the river for another three or four miles, and finally saw a dilapidated small village, but the scene in front of him inevitably made Chen Qiong frightened, scattered with more than a dozen low adobe huts, the thatch on them was in tatters, scattered everywhere. There were obvious knife marks on the trees at the head of the village, as well as a few horse stakes.

"Anyone?" Chen Qiong approached and shouted loudly.

"I'll come in by myself if there's no one." I shouted several times in a row, but there was not even a ghost shadow. Chen Qiong had the courage to walk to the closer thatched hut, pushed open the wooden door, and it was full of dust falling, and it could be seen that no one had lived in it for a long time. There was only a wooden table and a wooden basin in the gray hut, and a broken clay pot in the kitchen. I searched back and forth, and only found a slightly valuable kitchen knife that was rusty and blunt.

I searched the other huts again, and when I found the last one, there was a sudden noise inside. Facing this almost dead village-like place, Chen Qiong was also a little hairy in her heart, pulled out the military dagger she carried with her, and said in a low voice, "Who, come out!" ”

There was no sound in the house.

After a while, Chen Qiong picked up a wooden stick and picked up the broken quilt in the corner of the wall, revealing the two messy, dirty faces inside, pinching moldy dried meat in their hands, looking at him with a frightened face, the two of them were one big and one small, their faces were pale, and they were so thin that they were not human-shaped, and they were afraid that they would blow down when the wind blew over. It looks like a refugee even more than a refugee in Africa.

"Hello, I have no ill will." Seeing the moldy jerky, Chen Qiong's heart was sour, how hungry she was to eat this kind of thing that pigs don't eat, and the two little guys didn't know how long they had survived in this wilderness.

The slightly older one shrank straight to the corner of the wall with the small one, and looked at Chen Qiong in fear.

Chen Qiong sighed and exited the hut. Two slightly better clay pots were found from several dilapidated huts, perhaps due to an explosion of character, and an iron pot with a small piece missing, which worked.

I walked along the creek just now, maybe because it was deserted, and there were fish in it. Even Chen Qiong discovered the eel's burrow. But now there is no time to catch eels, Chen Qiong sharpened the wooden stick and inserted two carp into the creek, one of which was one or two catties.

The carp was disemboweled, the internal organs were taken out, and the iron pot and clay jar were washed, and some things were brought back to the hut, and some firewood was picked up on the spot to cook a pot of fish soup, Chen Qiong's backpack had ingredients, and two raw sweet potatoes for emergency use. But now that I have fish, I don't need it anymore, and there is wasteland everywhere, so I picked some wild vegetables and threw them in a pot to cook with the fish.

Before long, the smell of the fish had spread everywhere. Chen Qiong scooped some fish soup in a clay pot, brought it into the hut, and said to the two beggar-like half-grown children, "I'm not a bad person, come out and eat something." ”

The two of them couldn't help but swallow saliva when they looked at the clay pot with the smell of fish, these days they were about to vomit after gnawing on the moldy jerky on their hands, and now they had fresh meat, and the two people who were so hungry that their eyes were black stared at the steaming clay pot.

The older one could still be restrained, but the guy he was protecting behind couldn't help but reach out to pick up the clay pot.

"There is a big pot outside the house, and I will eat a little after drinking the soup." Seeing this, Chen Qiong put the clay pot on the ground, withdrew from the hut, and as soon as she closed the door, there was a sound of swallowing fish soup in the house. The corners of Chen Qiong's mouth stilted, and she finally opened the mouths of these two boys.

Chen Qiong herself took a few sips of fish soup, missing ginger and vinegar, but after cooking it for so long, it tasted pretty good. I was picking up the wild vegetables in the pot with chopsticks made of wooden branches, and the wooden door creaked. I saw the two skinny boys just now supporting each other and walking out of it. The thatched hut was dim just now, and the two of them were dilapidated, Chen Qiong didn't see it, but at this time, the shabby clothes were clearly a kind of long shirts, which were very different from those worn by modern people.

Chen Qiongzheng was surprised, and the two thin boys knelt down in front of him and smashed their foreheads on the ground, and their voices were weak, "Ayu, Ah Niu thanked the grace of the soup." ”

"Engong, give you soup?" Chen Qiong felt awkward when she heard this, she only felt weird, and she didn't think much about it, and said, "There are still fish in the pot, I can't eat it alone, so you can also come and eat a little." ”

The two glanced at each other, sat aside, and did not dare to move. Chen Qiong reluctantly picked up the clay pot and gave the two of them some more. The two of them held the clay pot and ate it in large gulps.

"Eat slowly, there are many thorns, don't get stuck." Chen Qiong reminded, thinking that it must have been a long time since she had eaten?

The two glanced at each other, and their eyes surged down, Chen Qiong was wondering if these two boys had been hungry for too long, and a little fish soup was so moved.

Just as he was about to persuade him, a voice sounded, "Straight lady thief, this official army is too powerful, after a fight, even General Wang was folded in the hands of the official army, fortunately Lao Tzu's feet are fast, otherwise he would have been the knife of the official army, hey, who is cooking fish, just hungry in the stomach, to beg for some food." ”

When Chen Qiong heard the sound, she saw two middle-aged men with yellow scarves on their heads, cloth clothes, and a bronze mirror on their chests coming with knives.