The game starts with escaping from the famine and flipping the table

"Village chief, the porridge is here."

Before the refugees could answer the village chief's question, they heard a villager shout.

At this time, the village chief's wife brought the women in the village to bring the cooked porridge to the foot of the wall. The village chief nodded and had it delivered directly to the wall.

"Send it up."

As soon as the white rice porridge was brought onto the wall, the rich aroma of the porridge spread.

The refugees who had been silent under the wall could no longer sit still. They supported each other and stood up tremblingly, looking up at the wall with eager eyes.

Almost everyone swallowed subconsciously.

"Grandma, is there any porridge?"

A childish voice sounded. It was a skinny girl of three or four years old. She was timidly pulling at the corner of the old woman's clothes next to her, and asked in a stammering voice. The desire in her eyes could not be suppressed.

"Grandpa, I'm hungry too! I want to drink porridge."

Another boy, about three or four years old, was also staring at the city wall eagerly.

For a moment, almost all the little kids spoke timidly, and their eager eyes almost melted the fence.

Although the adults didn't say anything, their eyes were just as fiery. This porridge could at least keep them going for a few more days. Maybe, they could wait for a turn for the better.

Seeing that the porridge had been delivered, as well as pickles for side dishes and bowls and chopsticks in a rattan basket, the village chief waved his hand and asked the villagers to send them down.

Then, the refugees below saw a scene that would remain in their memory for the rest of their lives.

A dozen young men, carrying wicker baskets filled with rice porridge, jumped over the wall.

Even the little baby who had been clamoring for rice porridge was shocked.

Are all the people in this Su Village immortals? They are all kind-hearted and can fly up and down...

Chu Yueheng and the other "young and strong" people also had fluctuating looks in their eyes. Did they encounter a village where a hermit lived? Then were they...

For a moment, the refugees watched quietly, allowing the young men from Sujia Village to scoop out a large bowl of sticky white rice porridge and pass it to everyone.

It was the little kids who were the first to be unable to resist the aroma of the rice porridge and began to eat it with a hum.

Fortunately, although the rice porridge was still warm, it was not too hot to burn your tongue.

Seeing the little kids eating so happily, the refugees couldn't help themselves and started to scramble to eat. However, as they ate, tears started to flow down their cheeks, dripping into their bowls...

The villagers of Sujia Village on the wall looked at it and felt sad. The ancestors of the Su family had also experienced natural disasters and man-made disasters, but they survived and did not have to flee famine.

However, death is inevitable. If it weren't for Su Yunnuo, when wild wolves broke into the village twenty years ago...

For a moment, there was no other sound except the sound of swallowing porridge.

After all, I haven’t eaten for a long time, so I can’t eat too greasy food directly, nor can I eat too much at once.

Therefore, the refugees almost each had a full bowl of white rice porridge cooked by the villagers of Sujia Village, and there was no more.

The refugees didn't want any more, including the little kids, who just snuggled up quietly to their elders.

A woman came out of each house, collected the empty bowls of her family members, and put them into rattan baskets one by one.

Chu Yueheng's wife bowed to the young men waiting nearby, then asked:

"Excuse me, where is the water outside? Let's go wash the dishes."