Chapter 01: Chidi Chiri

Next Chapter

In the seventeenth year of the Republic of China, the scorching sun was in the sky, the red land was thousands of miles, and the scorching high temperature made the earth continue to rise with a dense atmosphere, and it seemed that the space was twisting and swaying as far as the eye could see.

The relentless heat is like a fire cooking oil scorching the earth, making the already yellowed land even more like a piece of yellow sand at this moment.

A swarm of locusts... Oh no, a group of locust-like figures struggled through the cracked earth, and there was no bark in their path.

There were wild dogs gnawing on a mottled piece of flesh, and that was ..... Alone.

The dry and flat skin and flesh made this equally skinny old dog almost break his teeth, but at this moment this old dog is like a wild wolf, with a fierce light in his eyes and gnawing unrelentingly.

Salsa ~ Salsa ~ A slightly slight footstep sounded, even if he tried his best to lower his voice, the extremely exerted physical energy still made Zhao Ming irrepressibly appear extremely clumsy movements.

Difficult and rotten, like a sixty-year-old man.

The wild dog seemed to hear some movement, his ears pricked up, and he looked up, a pair of fierce eyes looking around.

His gaze finally fell on a small dirt slope not far from his side, and after a little hesitation, the wild dog was still reluctant to eat at the moment.

It was too hungry and too tired.

However, at the moment when it lowered its head and continued to gnaw, as if the wind and clouds had changed abruptly, an unkempt and ragged thin figure quickly sprang out from behind the dirt slope among the electric light and flint.

This jump was not high, let alone that he didn't jump at all, and the extreme exhaustion made Zhao Ming only make a forward action.

But that's enough.

Boom!

The thin body suddenly pressed on the panicked wild dog, and the wild dog's already weak body still pressed it under his body at this time, even if the weight of the other party was only eighty or ninety pounds at the moment.

Click!

Hearing this voice, Zhao Ming's almost dead heart was overjoyed, this old dog's bones were broken!

This old dog has not eaten for many days, and his bones that have lost muscle and water protection are fragile, and Zhao Ming is like the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

But the old dog is still struggling, and it wants to use the only remaining strength to struggle to bite the human in front of it.

But this pair of dog eyes are as fierce as a wolf, and the human eyes in front of him are also fierce like executioners.

The old dog only felt a pain in his neck, it was a little confused, and the human in front of him was more dog than it, and he actually began to bite it first.

Zhao Ming really didn't have the strength, he could only use all the sharp weapons on his body to bite and gnaw hard.

Half an hour later, with the silent whining of the old dog, it completely stopped moving.

Zhao Ming swallowed the little blood left in it vigorously, even if his mouth was full of mottled dog hair, he didn't care.

One bite after another, but after sucking for a while, I couldn't suck much blood.

But this also allowed Zhao Ming to recover some of his strength, even if he was extremely tired at this time, he still did not stay in place.

He looked around until he saw that there were only a few black spots left of the nearest homeless people, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

In the year of drought, a bite of meat can kill people!

It was only then that Zhao Ming began to struggling to brew this old dog.

The weight of the old dog is only eighteen catties, of which the bones are estimated to occupy ten catties, the fur occupies two catties, and the edible meat is only about six catties.

An adult dog weighs about 13-18 kilograms, and this old dog has a large skeleton, if it is not a disaster year, it must have a size of about 16 kilograms.

Laboriously peeling and removing hair with a long knife full of gaps.

His body is still worth a little money on this knife, the knife is about 3 feet long, less than 2 inches wide, the shape is special, it used to be extremely sharp, and now it is engraved like this Zhao Ming.

The meat of this old dog is very woody, and his mouth is full of fishy smell, but at this time, Zhao Ming is like eating delicious delicacies and fragrant mouth, and he only feels that the aftertaste is endless.

He chewed carefully, as if he didn't want to miss the hard-won delicacy.

In the 17th year of the people, there was a great drought in the land of Guanzhong, and the precipitation in Guanzhong was not abundant, and there was hunger everywhere he saw.

It's like this old dog, if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't rob other dogs when he was old, he was afraid that he would have been fat all over the body. But that kind of dog Zhao Ming is a little difficult to swallow.

He is not a person from this world after all, and a vague mycoplasma infection with a high fever directly made him burn and be reborn.

No one should be confused about this?

I've seen someone who was hit by a car and was reborn, and I haven't seen anyone who was reborn with a fever.

In the 17th year of the Republic of China, the death toll in Shaanxi Province was as high as about 2 million, and about 400,000 people fled the famine.

The number of women in the province is as high as 300,000. Except for a few people, almost everyone in the 92 counties in the territory is a disaster victim.

Because of the warlords, today's Shaanxi Province is divided into three districts: Guanzhong, Yulin, and Hanzhong.

Now Zhao Ming is in this Guanzhong District.

I remember that in my previous life, someone said on the Internet that in the year of the catastrophe, why didn't the ancient victims go down to the river to fish? Don't go into the mountains to hunt?

Hehe!

Now, if Zhao Ming can travel back, he will definitely spit on these people.

Most of the famine years occur in the Central Plains and the Northland, once there is a drought in such places, the Chidi Thousand Miles is by no means a joke, the dry cracks in the ground can trap people in, water? What kind of water? Where do the fish come from without water?

Even if there are rivers and fish, can anyone really catch fish? This is ancient times, not everyone has a fishing net and hook, not everyone can swim.

As for hunting, don't even think about it, hunting needs tools, and even if you have tools, it's a full meal.

And even if ordinary victims have tools, should this hunt really be done?

Without a gun, a wild boar, even a seasoned hunter had to be cautious, and ordinary people would either starve to death or be mauled to death by wild beasts when they entered the mountains.

Moreover, in these years, the land rich in the mountains is rampant with strong men.

And here is Guanzhong, the mountains and forests are scarce, and it is delusional to seek wild meat.

All the victims can do is flee the famine.

After eating a pound of meat, Zhao Ming couldn't eat the rest.

There was really no half drop of water in the kettle, and if I ate it again, my throat would be punctured.

I don't pay attention to keeping it fresh, so I tear off a piece of cloth and hang the rest of the meat around my waist.

There is no fire, no salt, but fortunately it is Guanzhong here, close to the Loess Plateau, and the wind is strong.

There is no one in this vicinity anymore, otherwise Zhao Ming really wouldn't dare to blatantly hang the meat and hurry.

As for the internal organs, Zhao Ming didn't dare to ask for them.

After doing this, he saw Zhao Ming coming to the previous corpse very strangely.

This corpse has long been naked, and what can be stripped off from the body has long been stripped away.

It is not even possible to identify the men and women.

Zhao Ming took the trouble to fiddle with the corpse, and soon seemed to find something on the man's side, and he couldn't help but smile on his face.

But if you are nearby, you will be very surprised.

Zhao Ming reached out and touched a place where nothing existed, as if he had touched a priceless treasure.

"It's a cook.... Alas, cooks can starve to death these days, but this ability is somewhat useful. ”

Zhao Ming got up with a mutter, and stirred up some loess beside him, and poured it on top of the corpse to be buried.

Next Chapter
Back to Book