I saw that the kitchen knife cut off the dog's bun and inserted it into a dead tree trunk behind him with a "bang" sound.

Dongming Ziyu's current body has no internal strength, and the kitchen knife cannot penetrate deeply into the tree trunk, but its accuracy is enough to frighten the young people in these villages.

Shuan Zhu was so frightened that he supported the person next to him, rolled his eyes, and moved his nose, "I seem to smell meat! Someone is stewing meat!"

Someone pointed to another two families in the village with smoke coming out of their chimneys and said, "They must be the Zhou Lai family and the Gao Da Zhuang family!"

Shuan Zhu hurriedly said: "Let's go take a look and ask for some broth!"

With that said, he quickly ran away.

The others followed, leaving the bald dog standing there with trembling legs and a small patch of wetness under his feet. The hot air was filled with the smell of urine.

Dongming Ziyu walked over slowly and said in a calm voice: "What? Do you want to be the meat in my pot?"

"Ah!" Gouzi screamed in horror as if he saw the god of death coming to the world, and ran away as if there was a ghost chasing him.

Dalang excitedly ran to the dead tree, pulled out the kitchen knife on it, and looked up at Dongming Ziyu with admiration, "Fourth uncle, you are so awesome, how did you do it?"

"Yes, my fourth uncle is so awesome, I want to learn from him too!" Other young people, big and small, also gathered around, vying to be the first to become their disciples.

Dongming Ziyu said nonchalantly: "When I was studying, I learned it from my husband in the school. Among the six arts of a gentleman, there are archery, daily games and pot throwing, all of which are for accurate shooting. I have time to teach you, and I will also teach you how to do it.

Words, arithmetic.”

"Oh! We can read! Fourth uncle is so good!"

"How come fourth uncle has changed so much!"

"Uncle Fourth is so kind!"

Dongming Ziyu got rainbow farts from a group of boys and girls.

Mr. Dong's eyes darkened, and he exchanged a confused look with Mrs. Qian. Si'er had also changed a lot. He was impatient to talk to the children before.

A flash of uneasiness flashed in Qian's eyes, and he urged: "Okay, let's go back to eat. Are you still waiting for them to come back to grab it?!"

So, everyone had the most sumptuous meal in more than a year, each with an egg or sweet potato and a bowl of green vine leaf soup.

Dong Youyin Feng Juan Can Yun finished his portion and said, "I smell the smell of meat. I'm going to see if I can catch prey somewhere. Let's try our luck later."

Mr. Dong nodded, and Dong Youyin ran away.

After a while, he came back, his face was pale and he looked frightened.

Mrs. Sun asked: "Silang, dad, what's wrong with you? It feels like you've seen a ghost."

Dong Youyin held on to the threshold, vomited, swallowed the potatoes that came up, and then said: "The youngest son of Zhou Lai's Cai family died, and a grandson of Gao Da Zhuang's family died. Then, the two families switched generals.

The child is baked..."

"Ugh!" Qian vomited out everything he had eaten.

Several people also wanted to vomit, but were reluctant to eat the food and covered their mouths desperately.

Ling Yue also ran out and found a corner to vomit.

Shangguan Ruoli gave Dongming Ziyu a wink and carried Wu Lang out to take care of Ling Yue.

Dongming Ziyu looked at the solemn-looking Mr. Dong and said, "If this continues, first we will exchange children for food, and then we will rob people and kill people for food."

Mr. Dong took the empty pipe and took a few puffs, then made up his mind and said: "Let's go! Run away!"

Dongming Ziyu nodded, "Then let them pack their things at home when I go to town."

Mr. Dong said: "Let Da Lang and Lao Er follow you. They are smart and have a lot of strength."

Dongming Ziyu thought that he didn't know the way and needed help carrying food, so he said, "Okay."

The family only eats one meal a day, but Qian gave Dongming Ziyu, Dong Youliang and Dalang a palm-sized sweet potato each to eat on the way.

Seeing Dong Youliang and Dalang following him empty-handed, Dongming Ziyu said, "Push the cart."

Mr. Dong said helplessly: "Now that food is almost as expensive as money, if you can borrow half a bag of food, you have a great relationship. Do you still need a cart?"

As expected, this son is still the one who doesn't know how to deal with general affairs.

Dongming Ziyu had no choice but to take Dong Youliang and Dalang away. It didn't matter if he brought back less food. As long as he left here, he would have a chance to 'find' food. The most important thing now was to go to the town to inquire about the situation, and to escape the famine.

There has to be a route.

The original person had limited knowledge of the situation of the six kings fighting for hegemony here. To escape, he not only had to flee to a place with water, but also to a peaceful place without war, and the people in power had to be willing to take in the refugees.

Dongming Ziyu looked up at the sun that was scorching the earth, then at the endless dry and cracked land, and wiped the sweat from his face.

This is a large plain. There is no grass as far as the eye can see. The trees have been peeled off. The sun is blazing and there is no shade.

Dalang didn't dare to speak loudly because he saw many new graves in the ground, one after another, which was even more creepy in the dead silence of the land.

When he approached the town, he found that the new graves were good, but there were starving people on the roadside, and the smell was so bad that it made people want to vomit.

Dongming Ziyu took out the mask sewn by Shangguan Ruoli and said, "Put it on and cover your mouth and nose."

As he said that, he put one on himself to demonstrate.

Shangguan Ruoli sewed anti-epidemic medicinal materials into the mask, which smelled of fragrance and made you feel more comfortable immediately after putting it on.

Dong Youliang praised: "This thing is authentic and convenient to use."

Dalang touched it again and again, feeling quite fresh.

When the few people arrived in the town, the sun had already set.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the quaint town seemed to be covered with an orange halo, quiet and sad.

Yes, sad.

Because there was almost no one in the town, and it was dead silent. Many doors and windows of the shops along the street had been smashed open, and they were dark, like monsters with big mouths.

On a hot day, it makes people feel a chill down their backs.

Dong Youliang and Dalang's hearts suddenly dropped. In this situation, where can they borrow food?

Dongming Ziyu also frowned, and first took them to the cloth shop where he used to work. The doors and windows of the cloth shop had been smashed open, and even the tables and chairs had been moved away, leaving the place in a mess.

Dong Youliang said solemnly: "It seems that it was robbed by hungry people."

Suddenly, a voice came from the street outside. The voice was full of anger. When I looked over, I saw that he was wearing the clothes of a government official.

The three of them were busy squatting under the window sill, so as not to be thought of as someone who had entered the store to steal something.

I only heard someone complaining: "Everyone has fled, where can we catch the strong men? There are not enough people to catch, and we are still used to support him! King Duan is really... alas!"

Someone said: "No need to arrest them, just tell them that the soldiers have food and water, so they all rush to come."

Someone sighed: "This kind of untrained strong man will die if he goes there! But he will die anyway, so it is better to have a full meal first."

A group of government officials complained and walked over. From what I heard, they were going to various villages to recruit soldiers and capture young men.

Dong Youliang and Dalang turned pale with fright, and subconsciously turned back to look for Dongming Ziyu, but there was no trace of him in the room.
Chapter completed!