I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood

    The interior was dark, and it should have been hard to see, but An Yinong saw this man clearly: he was a handsome man with sword-brow and phoenix eyes, with his own majesty.

    When he approached, there was an aroma that he had smelled.

    "Woooooo, host, I'm sorry for you, I just found out that this is a high-risk world!" The system squatted in An Yinong's ear and cried, crying until An Yinong's brows twitched.

    "Okay, don't cry." He thought of the strange ending in the plot. It is only reasonable that there are ghosts in this world. The protagonist chooses to become a monk. A 'ghost' look.

    "Who are you?" An Yinong whispered, holding the machete in one hand.

    "You offended me, I didn't kill you, but you want to kill me?"

    The man's cold fingers wrapped An Yinong's hand holding the knife, and the fingertips of the other hand brushed his chin. How did you offend your Excellency?"

    "Isn't it offensive enough to use my urn to press food?"

    "..." He has done this kind of thing once since he came here. On the first day, he pressed potatoes with a broken black jar.

    Who would have thought it was an urn? Didn't the ancients popular burial?

    "I'm sorry." Knowing that it was his fault, An Yinong simply apologized, "I don't know how I can ask your forgiveness?"

    "It doesn't matter," An Yinong's unusual reaction seemed to please the man, his eyes narrowed, "Anyway, the ashes inside are cleaned up."

    “…” Then you are still chasing me to apologize?

    The man chuckled lightly, his deep laughter knocked on his eardrums, causing goosebumps all over: "Of course, if you insist on apologizing, I will not stop it. From now on, a stick of incense every day, You serve me, and I will protect you."

    This sounded a bit bizarre, but for some reason, An Yinong was willing to believe that this sentence was true, and he relaxed a little: "I will go buy some incense in the next town. "

    "No, I'll bring it myself." The man waved his sleeves and held out a beautifully patterned mahogany box with neatly arranged incense sticks inside.

    “…”

    Good night Yinong didn't sleep well, although the man disappeared and disappeared, but he knew that the man was always there. The next day he had dark circles under his eyes. Fortunately, the others were the same. They didn't sleep well, so he wasn't obtrusive inside.

    An Yinong took a little water to wet the handkerchief, wiped his face, then took a little brown plaster made of herbs from a jar, pushed it open and rubbed it on both sides of his cheeks, and Places such as the temples to create the visual effect of a sunken face, and then use the corner of the handkerchief to dab some salt on the teeth.

    "No wonder you eat a lot and still look thin."

    Aynon turned around to find the man sitting on his wheelbarrow. He wears a jade crown, a long robe, and holds an ebony fan painted with mountains and rivers. The silk and satin with exquisite textures are spread on the box, which is out of tune with the whole environment.

    "Find a dirty cloth to wrap your face, the effect is better." The man leaned there lazily and spoke lazily.

    An Yinong looked around.

    "Don't worry, they can't see me. My surname is Gu, the word is in the middle, you call me in the middle."

    Other people didn't look here, An Yinong whispered, "My name is Tian Xi."

    "This is not your real name," the man waved the delicate fan in his hand, "When someone calls you like that, you have to make sure before answering."

    This person's observation is careful, and it is estimated that the secret of his disappearance into food has also been seen by him.

    Forget it, don't worry about more lice.

    "Yinong, this is my name, an elder took it."

    The man was satisfied: "Yinong, don't forget today's incense offering."

    The yellow-brown incense was lit and inserted into the gap of the wooden frame. Anger swirled around him.

    After burning one incense, the man raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "To thank you, I will keep you vigil at night and let you relax."

    As soon as he finished speaking, An Yinong noticed that the cloth on his shoulders loosened, and the vehicle he was pushing was much lighter. If it used to be more than 200 jin and fast 300 jin, now it is at most 100 jin.

    "Thank you." An Yinong sincerely thanked him, thought about it, and put out the tangerine he couldn't bear to eat in the car. The tangerines were his reward, and Mary gave four or five.

    The man stared at the yellow orange for a while, and without asking where it came from, he picked it up and peeled it: "It's so sweet."

    An Yinong can smell the sweet and sour taste. He licked his lips and wanted to eat.

    The first day of escaping the famine was more of a psychological pain, after all, it was to leave home. But on the second day, they began to know what escape was.

    Not only the psychological exhaustion caused by the hopeless and repeated desolate environment, but also the physical exhaustion caused by poor food and sleep and travel.

    "No, my leg hurts." After walking for a day and not having a good rest at night, the muscles on many people's legs become sore the next day.

    "Would you like leggings?" An Yinong pointed to his calf, "It won't hurt so much when tied like this."

    He used long cloth strips to tie his calf. The leggings could protect his legs and avoid the pain caused by blood deposits during the long journey.

    "Was it useful?"

    "Will you find out if you try it?" said another, and had already started rummaging for long strips of cloth for leggings.

    Soon, most of the people tied their calves, and they were not used to kicking their legs: "The meat is stretched and a little swollen."

    The villagers were still dubious at the moment, but after walking for half a day, they felt the benefits of the leggings: "Good thing, it doesn't hurt after walking for so long."

    An Yinong smiled reluctantly, he was too tired to talk anymore, he was tired even laughing.

     On the way, they passed several small county towns, but each of them had their gates closed and refused to open to the refugees.

    "Bang!" Without any warning, an aunt who was leaning on the car rolled off the wheelbarrow, and the young man pushing the cart was startled.

    "Mother?!"

    The crowd stopped, and the acquaintances approached, they carefully stretched out their fingers, and the faint breath was on the fingertips, and the visitor breathed a sigh of relief: "Alive, hurry up, pour some water , is there anything to eat?"

    The young man who looked like he was just an adult hurriedly brought water and cotton **** cake.

    "This cake is not good, it needs to be softer, soak it with water to soften it."

    His tears rolled down: "Now that's all."

    Cotton **** cake is a cake made of cottonseed flour. It is poisonous and should not be eaten too much.

    If the cotton **** cake is gone, they have to consider the bark and Guanyin soil, then it is really dead.

    This is the first day of escape? The days to eat will be long.

    An Yinong's hand has already touched the box, and the box is his ration, not counting kudzu powder and other things, there are more than 100 catties. but…

    He turned his face away, and withdrew his outstretched fingers one by one with difficulty.

    Fortunately, the old woman woke up after drinking a little water, and she slowly sat up: "I'm fine, but I'm dizzy from sitting for too long, just walk around."

    Her son hurriedly helped the old man to walk, actually believed his mother's words.

    Everyone looked at the mother and son and shook their heads secretly: She might not last long.

    Because of such an accident, the team repaired in place for more than ten minutes before setting off again. This time, they were even quieter, and even the expressions on their faces gradually became numb.

    "I thought you would help." Gu Zhengzhong looked at An Yinong.

    "If I have the spare time, I will help."

    But where does the spare power come from? He only had so much food, but there were so many people who were affected by the disaster that he couldn't help. Since you have to face death sooner or later, it is better to have such cruelty early in the morning.

    As an 'orphan' who lost his parents and no relatives and elders, the original owner's life in the village was also very difficult, but only the village chief's family helped him.

     Their mood that day was the same as An Yinong's mood now.

    It’s okay to say he is selfish, or cold-blooded. He has to take care of himself first. If the village chief’s family is exhausted, he will try his best to help, but others can’t.

     Having said that, that night, the young man found a strange paper bag in his car. It's probably paper, very soft, with patterns printed on it. He found half a catty of millet in it, and a persimmon cake was pressed on the paper bag.

    "...discussing integrity." The system complained.

    "Shut up."

    Two days later, the old woman died, and she slept through the night without suffering.

    Her son took the paper bag and bowed to everyone: "My mother asked me to thank my benefactor, and I could eat my favorite persimmon before I left. I also thank you, my mother is full in my dreams I walked away without any guilt."

     After he finished speaking, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed a few times.

    "Okay, your mother is full and go, okay. She is freed, and you are freed." Hungry children.

    "Dad, don't say that."

    An Yinong turned sideways, he felt a kind of worry. His worry is not because a person dies, but because this is an era when people can starve to death.

    Although there were many deficiencies in his previous life, at least they were far away from starvation, so far that they forgot that people starved to death fifty or sixty years ago.

    "I used to be so comfortable." He stared blankly as the man dug a groove in the ground and put his mother's body in.

    The team set off again, suddenly he heard the barking of the dog, turned his head and saw a wild dog from nowhere, surrounding the digging place, constantly scratching with his claws.

    "Don't look at it, don't look at it, you are buried deep, the wild dogs can't eat it." The elders comforted the younger generation, and the younger generation immediately burst into tears.

    "Mother, I'm sorry, I can't even erect a grave for you."

    Others also have a sour nose, only the old man has a calmness that sees through the world: "Let's go, your mother has someone collect the corpse and enjoy it."

    They kept walking forward, not daring to look back.

    That night, Aynon heard the barking of dogs in his sleep. He woke up several times, and was woken up by crying the next morning.

    A couple knelt on the ground and cried. An old man was hanging from the tree in front of them. It was the old man who helped to bury the grandmother yesterday.