The number one scholar is a piece of shit that everyone wants

Song Haoming and Ye Yushan, who were chopping firewood in the yard, saw that their young husbands looked like they had lost their souls, supporting each other as they entered the yard, and hurried forward to greet them.

"Husband, what's wrong?"

"Husband, what happened?"

Song Haoming and Ye Yushan stood beside their husbands and asked at the same time.

Ye Fanxing is a little bit better than Zao Ge'er. He studied medicine and can accept birth, aging, sickness and death, or death from disaster.

The only thing he couldn't accept was cannibalism.

Ye Fanxing briefly recounted what had just happened at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

Song Haoming and Ye Yushan were silent for a long time after hearing this.

It was Xiao Nan who stood at the door and called out softly, "Daddy, I'm hungry," that broke the dead silence surrounding them.

The kitchen is now a small warehouse and is in an abandoned state. Ye Fanxing uses the small stove in the house to prepare meals.

When the weather is cold, one needs to eat some soup to warm up. He remembered that there was still a lot of hot pot base left from the previous cooking, so he would eat hot pot noodles.

He and Zao Ge'er kneaded dough and rolled noodles.

Boiling water and looking after the children were left to the two grown men.

A quarter of an hour later, the fragrant hot pot noodles were out of the pot. Ye Fanxing took out the pickled radish he had previously prepared and put it in the noodles.

The crisp and delicious pickles paired with the chewy hand-rolled noodles, this delicious lunch made them temporarily forget what had happened before.

During the meal, Ye Fanxing suggested that if the temperature was normal during the day, everyone should sleep more during the day so that they could stay alert at night.

After hearing this, Zao Ge'er nodded repeatedly while eating noodles.

He was afraid. He was afraid of freezing to death in his sleep. The feeling he had yesterday was too scary.

Ye Fanxing also did not forget the delicious food they had. Last night, he said he would give the livestock a good meal, so he added four bowls of cornmeal to their bran food bowls as a reward.

If there were any elderly people in the family, they would definitely say that Ye Fanxing was a spendthrift. Poor families keep the bran for themselves, and as for the livestock, they were lucky enough to just eat some weeds.

Besides, in years of famine, who has enough food to feed livestock?

After Ye Fanxing had tidied up everything at home, he first lit two braziers, opened the door a crack, and then hung the quilt that he had used last night to keep out the cold on the window.

The room suddenly became dim, and Song Haoming and his father went to bed to catch up on some sleep.

Ye Fanxing did not sleep as soundly as usual, and terrible dreams came one after another.

"No, no..."

"Husband, wake up, wake up."

Song Haoming saw that his young husband woke up after he called him, and quickly used a handkerchief to wipe away the cold sweat on his forehead caused by fright.

"Dreams are always the opposite of what they actually are. Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid."

Ye Fanxing stared at Song Haoming blankly for a while, then nodded and closed her eyes.

He dreamed of nothing else. In the dream, his family was robbed by villagers. In order to prevent him and Xiaonan from starving to death, Song Haoming forced himself and Xiaonan to eat his flesh...

He still remembered what Song Haoming said in his dream, "Husband, if you don't eat, others will, all for the sake of survival!"

Then Song Haoming took out a human leg from somewhere, sighed, and slowly walked towards him.

"I know you don't like this, so I'll eat this. You can eat me!"

Such a shocking scene kept playing in Ye Fanxing's mind like a looping movie.

Ye Fanxing opened her eyes, looked at Song Haoming with tears in her eyes, and looked worried.

"I would rather die of starvation than eat human flesh, not even your flesh!"

As for the matter of cannibalism, although Ye Fanxing said so, in his heart, two little men, one red and one white, were arguing endlessly.

Red-clothed Ye Fanxing: "People, to survive, they can do anything!"

Ye Fanxing in white: "Don't forget, you are a doctor!"

Ye Fanxing in red clothes: "Doctor? Who can I go to treat if I'm starving? As the saying goes, if you have green mountains, you won't have to worry about having no firewood!"

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When Song Haoming heard this, he knew that his young husband was frightened by the cannibalism incident today, but why was this nightmare related to him?

He thought about it and didn't ask his husband what he dreamed about.

Instead, in order to calm the young husband's nervousness, he responded, "Well, no, none of us will eat it."

Ye Fanxing opened his mouth, wanting to tell Song Haoming that if that day really came, they could eat it, but he couldn't accept that the person he was eating was someone they knew...

At this moment, the temperature of the bracelet on his wrist began to cool down again. He shook his head and thought, what a mess he is thinking about.

Why would he eat anyone? He has the space at his disposal, so how could he let his family starve?

I looked down at the bracelet on my wrist and saw the numbers changing rapidly. I quickly put on another cotton coat and got up.

First, he lit the oil lamp, and then began to light the unlit stoves and braziers in the house and the main room, and added some wood to the burning ones.

"How long have we slept?"

Song Haoming looked out through the crack in the window. The moon was bright outside and the stars were sparse.

"According to the phases of the moon, the moon is in the west at this time, so it should be the midnight hour."

"Midnight?" Ye Fanxing didn't expect that they would take so long to catch up on their sleep.

Looking at Xiao Nan, who was sitting in the middle of the quilt on the bed, dressed like a bear by Song Haoming and trying hard to climb out of the encirclement, Ye Fanxing couldn't help laughing out loud.

He could understand what it meant to have a kind of coldness that made your dad think you were cold.

Ye Fanxing quickly rescued Xiaonan from the quilt, took off two of his outer cotton coats, and then touched his belly and asked, "Are you hungry, Xiaonan?"

They completely missed dinner because of their sleep.

Xiao Nan also touched her belly and thought for a while, "Daddy, I feel a little hungry."

"Okay, little daddy, I'll fill up that tiny little tummy of yours."

Ye Fanxing first soaked the frozen meat in salt water for a while to thaw it, and then cut it into slices of even thickness.

After applying a layer of oil on the wall of the small pot, evenly stick the meat slices on the wall of the pot. Turn it over after it changes color, wrap it with a small piece of pickled radish strips, and continue frying until it changes color.

This minimalist barbecue satisfied the stomachs of their family of three.

Ye Fanxing originally thought that sleeping did not consume any energy in the body. Besides, the meat was much greasy than vegetables, so he would not eat much.

Unexpectedly, one piece of meat was not enough, so he cut another piece in the middle.

He stroked his bloated round belly, the warmth brought by the food flowing through his limbs, making him squint his eyes slightly with comfort.

Song Haoming looked at the father and son in front of him, one big and one small, who were making similar movements. They were like two cats that had eaten and drunk their fill and started to feel lazy. The corners of his handsome lips curled up.