jdhmnovel Chapter 102: Food in Dreams
Chapter 102: Food in Dreams
When the village head heard the two men were about to ride horses, he quickly stopped them and said to the old man, "Oh, old man, this cannot happen. Have you forgotten that they are both injured? How can they still ride horses when they are so seriously injured? No, no, absolutely not."
Yes, Mr. Zhao slapped his forehead and said, "I was confused." He waved his hand and said, "Forget it, wait until you get better. There is no need to rush."
Zhou Guo was so happy that he forgot about anything else when he heard about riding a horse.
She could only look at the horses in front of her with regret. If these horses were sold, and if she couldn't earn enough money to buy a hundred horses in the future, how could she bear to spend so much money to buy horses?
Zhou Dacang was also a little melancholy.
The two of them sighed together as they looked at the horses in front of them.
Zhou Guo said lazily, "Grandpa Lizheng, Master, Uncle, I'm going to the back. I feel the wound is a little painful."
When several people heard this, they immediately said, "Go quickly."
The old man looked at Zhou Dacang and said, "You should lie down too. A kick in the chest is no joke. Although it is not obvious to the naked eye, it is usually those who cannot be seen that need to be treated well."
Zhou Dacang touched his chest, his eyes lingered on the horse for a while, then nodded, feeling a little depressed.
The two men turned around and walked back, and the old man followed them. He might as well go and push the cart. Although the young apprentice's injury was not serious, the wound was quite long. No one else could push the cart as steadily as he did.
In a blink of an eye, the village head was the only one left.
He was not in a hurry. He looked at the bright moon in the sky, then looked at the many people around him leading horses, and walked forward proudly.
As soon as Zhou Guo returned, Li and Huang asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Is your wound starting to hurt?"
The family members also looked at her with concern.
Everyone knows her temper. She would never come back if she wasn't in severe pain.
Li was so anxious that she didn't know what to do.
Zhou Guo quickly said, "No, no, it was my master who asked me to come back and rest, and my uncle was also asked to come back by him."
Zhou Dacang also showed up behind.
When everyone heard this, they were relieved.
Huang said, "Then you two can get in the car and lie down."
The whole team consists of more than 300 people and about 20 carts, and there is never a shortage of people to push the carts. Huang and others may not even get a turn at the end of the day. There are many people surrounding their two carts. Of course, in addition to food, there are also large items that are inconvenient for each family to carry with them.
Zhou Guo pulled out the big knife on the cart and handed it to Zhou Dacang beside him, "Here, uncle, I picked it especially for you."
Zhou Dacang's eyes lit up, he reached out to take it, turned it over and over in his hand, waved it, and was very happy, "This knife is good, I like it. If someone comes next time, we won't have to fight with them with bare hands."
She said, "Although I know you want a gun more, I am not without the conditions now. When I have the chance in the future, I will definitely get you one."
Zhou Dacang grinned and said, "Then I'll be waiting."
She nodded, looking serious.
She hid all the dozen or so big knives she picked up on her own cart, under the grain.
They are refugees. If one of them walks on the road with a big knife, he might be mistaken for a bandit. It would be bad if the government was alerted and sent people to kill them.
One of the two carts in the family was loaded with several children, and Zhou Guo lay on the other one, so Zhou Dacang had to go to someone else's cart.
More and more carts are being used, so some of the grain has to be unloaded. The carts have limited bearing capacity and the journey is still long, so we can't let them fall apart and go on strike.
Everyone took turns carrying the unloaded grain.
Zhou Guo lay on the cart, swaying, looking at the starry sky and the bright moon above her head. To be honest, she had never looked at them carefully in her previous life. But now she realized how beautiful the night sky was and how good the air was.
Because she was lying on the grain bag and didn't move much, she actually liked the feeling. As she looked at it, her eyelids drooped unconsciously, and soon she fell asleep amid the swaying and clattering footsteps.
I woke up again to the smell of food. I hadn’t eaten for a whole day and my stomach was growling with hunger. In my dreams, I was eating all kinds of delicious food, such as hot pot, roast duck, roast chicken, braised pork, lion head, small cakes and desserts. I was enjoying the food when I woke up.
As soon as I opened my eyes, all kinds of sounds immediately came to my ears: people talking, the clanging sounds of cooking, the snorting of horses, and the sound of leaves rustling in the wind at night.
She was so nostalgic thinking about the various delicacies in her dream that she didn’t even want to move. For a moment, she felt hopeless. She would never be able to touch these delicious foods again! !
"The meal is ready. Do you want to wake the two children up and eat something?" This was the voice of my aunt.
"Come and wake them up. They've been busy all day and are already hungry. Especially Guoguo, who has a big appetite. I don't know how hungry she must be after not eating for so long. Eat them while they're hot when you call them. They need to eat more if they're injured." This was grandma's voice.
"Stop shouting, I'm awake." My uncle woke up.
She also lazily raised her hand to indicate that she was awake. Although the food was simple, at least it filled her stomach. The first thing she did when she settled down was to cut a few pounds of beautiful pork belly, braise it in a big pot, and eat a big bowl of it.
She got up and saw that what was cooking in the pot was not porridge, but wild vegetables. There was a large bucket of rice mixed with rice husks in a wooden barrel next to it. She was surprised and said, "Eating dry rice?!"
Huang said, "Yes, we haven't eaten for a day, and so many people have been injured. Eating liquid food is not enough. The village head asked everyone to make solid food to replenish everyone. Anyway, we haven't eaten for a few meals, so we can save this little bit of food."
"Well done." Zhou Dacang sat down happily and waited for the meal to start.
Zhou Guo also happily sat down on the ground. He worked hard and could also eat some cooked wild vegetables. Having both vegetables and rice was great.
She held the big bowl and took a bite of the rice mixed with bran. Although it was a little irritating to her throat, she was so hungry that the irritation was nothing. She only felt that the rice was sweet, and even the boiled wild vegetables without oil became delicious. She ate every bite and it was so delicious that she no longer thought about the braised pork lion head.
Everyone was extremely hungry. Nothing had ever happened like this since we started fleeing. We had been so busy all day and hadn't eaten anything until the middle of the night. Even when the food was running out, everyone still had three meals a day. Although the three meals were getting less and less, at least we still had something to eat.
Zhou Guo was eating, and Muran looked up and saw everyone wolfing down their meal. Somehow he thought of the refugees along the way who had long since run out of food and had no idea where their next meal would come from.
If they are so hungry without eating today, how desperate would they be to not know if they can have a proper meal for the rest of their lives and not see tomorrow?