Escape from famine: Daddy stands up, Dali girl lies down

Wang Doubao looked at the group of people who quickly appeared at his doorstep with flickering eyes.

The eight people were wrapped in warm furs, with only a pair of unclear eyes showing on their heads.

The most unfair thing was that the fat dog was also wearing a sheepskin coat.

The most important thing is that the knife handle exposed behind each person is very intimidating.

And that ordinary-looking wooden board, somehow using some magical power, appeared right in front of us in a flash.

Everything about the Lin family is magical in the eyes of Wang Doubao and Wang Erhe.

Even the little kids carry a big knife on their backs, and this is what they fear the most.

...

Lin Shu keenly noticed someone peeping and took out a pickled rabbit from the felt.

He threw it into the air, drew out his sword and slashed it upwards casually.

"Crack!"

When the hare landed on the ground, it split into two precisely, almost making everyone's jaw drop.

"Young master, a master!" Wang Doubao stuttered.

He lowered his head and stared at the half rabbit he had caught. Even the tempting pickled meat could not drive away the fear in his heart.

"It's just a trivial trick. I'm easy to talk to." Lin Shu raised her head and said with a deliberately innocent look on her face.

Wang Doubao and Wang Erhe's faces twitched, and they thought that if he was really so easy to talk to, he wouldn't have drawn his sword so easily.

The two of them glanced at the Lin family's clothes with envy, and left Wang Doubao's house with their heads lowered.

He ran straight to Wang Erhe's house, carrying half a pickled rabbit secretly. When he smelled the fragrance wafting from his clothes, he swallowed his saliva wildly.

...

'Bang~' The door closed tightly, blocking out all sight from outside.

There was not even a blade of grass on the empty kang, but fortunately, when the Wang family left, they left behind a broken earthenware jar and two bundles of firewood.

Lin Shu waved her hand and threw out two straw mats to spread on the kang, along with two large pots of rice, a pot of potatoes and pork ribs, and a small basket of sweet potatoes.

Mrs. Wu took the food and started working on the stove skillfully.

Add a few pieces of firewood and the kang will become warmer.

The family sat on the warm kang, eating delicious meals, with sweet potatoes cooked in earthenware pots.

No one talked much during the meal, even Baozi, who was sitting beside the kang, was concentrating on eating.

In order to prevent the aroma of the food from spreading out, the family covered the doors and windows tightly.

...

When the families of Wang Doubao and Wang Erhe saw the half pickled rabbit, their eyes turned green and they almost pounced on it to take a bite of it raw.

"Erhe, cut half and cook it, so we can have a good meal of meat."

Wang Doubao waved his hand proudly and sucked his saliva.

“No, it’s such a waste.

Let’s divide it into two portions first. I can’t bear to eat it all at once.

The winter is too long and there is no salt, so we have to rely on this piece of meat to survive." Wang Erhe retracted his gaze.

Seeing the meat about to be eaten was gone, everyone's eyes turned red.

Adults can still control it, but children can’t!

All they knew was that they couldn't eat the meat in front of them, so they all opened their mouths and started howling.

"Wow~Wow~I want to eat meat~"

"Wow, mom and dad, I want to eat meat!"

"Eat, eat, eat! This is the reincarnation of a starving ghost!

I am all meat, just eat me."

Wang Erhe's wife pulled the child over, cursing and cooking stir-fried pork and bamboo shoots.

The crying child calmed down, but his sobbing appearance was really pitiful.

Wang Doubao's wife was not far behind and slapped the child a few times, and the world suddenly became quiet.

The adults from both families knew where the meat came from, and they were not at all humble when dividing it.

The four heads huddled together, fearing that the other party would take a little more of their meat.

Even the scraps from chopping the meat cannot be wasted, after all, it is salty meat.

The two families haven't seen any meat since the Chinese New Year.

Now that I have finally got a piece of pickled meat, I won’t give it up even if my own parents come.

When cooking the porridge, Wang Erhe put seven small pieces of pickled meat, the size of a finger, according to the number of people.

He was reluctant to even wash it, fearing that the salt water would be diluted, which made him very sad.

The originally tasteless porridge tasted like meat because of the addition of pickled meat, and even the hot pot water was shared and drunk.

...

"Dad, there is a smell of meat." Xiao Dazhu said as he walked into the house with his neck shrunk.

"Can you still pull it out?" Old Man Xiao said unhappily.

The thought of meat almost drowned him in saliva.

If someone could give him a piece of meat to eat, he would be willing to kill people and burn things.

"Dad, if you don't believe me, go out and smell it."

Xiao Dazhu wiped his nose with his shiny black sleeve, then leaned in front and whispered.

"Dad, there are a few strangers in the village, what do you say..."

"Seriously, have you seen it with your own eyes?" Old Man Xiao's eyes lit up and he whispered.

“That family was staying at Wang Doubao’s house. When Wang Doubao left home, he held his chest tightly.

Besides, you know that I have had a very sensitive nose since I was a child."

Xiao Dazhu's eyes rolled around and he put his hand around his neck.

"How many people know about this?" Old man Xiao said with a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

"We know everything we need to know. It's obvious that family is not someone you can easily mess with."

"Got it. Take this time to take a nap." Old Man Xiao said confidently.

...

In the middle of the night, several dark shadows surrounded Wang Doubao's house.

Lin Erzhuang stroked Baozi's head and thought to himself that some people were indeed unable to sit still.

The family sat up quietly, each guarding the doors and windows, and even the holes in the wall that were leaking air were guarded.

A bamboo tube poked through the window paper and stretched in. Lin Shu behind the window held a wet handkerchief in her hand and slowly approached the bamboo tube.

The soaked rat hung on the bamboo tube with a whoosh, and pressed its smooth furry belly tightly against the tube's mouth.

'Hu~'

Old man Xiao blew hard, but he always felt a blockage.

I was shocked and couldn't help but take a breath.

"Gu~dong~" He fell to the ground, opening and closing his mouth but no sound came out.

It was the first time that Xiao Dazhu saw his father fail, and alarm bells started ringing in his heart.

The body's reaction is always faster than the brain. It ran away without even caring about its father.

"Hey, why did he run away?" Shui Datou said puzzledly.

"It's good that he ran away, there's one less person to share the spoils.

The brothers rushed in and found plenty of meat and fine grains.

We can have as many as we want, and we can’t let them get away.”

A group of people who didn't know the reason were bewitched by Qiu Daming.

He suddenly became as excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and didn't care whether the people inside were mesmerized or not.

In their eyes, the people in the room were just meat on the felt boards.

So some people banged on the door, some people broke the window.

It seems that if you are a step slower, the good things inside will be snatched away.

‘Shua~’

'Bang~'

'Hu~'

After a burst of smashing and smashing, the whole world fell silent.

Mrs. Wu lit the oil lamp and saw a pile of people thrown in the yard.

He tightened the stick in his hand, and disgust flashed in his eyes.

"Shu'er, it's cold outside, go inside and sleep." Mrs. Wu turned her head and said gently.

She didn't want her daughter to see the vicious faces of these people. It was true that one could meet bad-hearted people wherever he went.

This also made Wu realize more deeply how stupid she was in the past.

If it weren't for the men and children who protected her closely, she would have brought disaster to the family long ago.

Then her death is not a pity.