Chapter 720 The stolen pottery jar
Chapter 720 The stolen pottery jar
"No, no, this is for you, take it, there's more at home."
"That's right. Even if there are no more, there are still chickens. They will lay eggs later."
Zhou Guo had no choice but to nod and took out a bag to wrap up all the eggs. It was really a big bag. There were so many eggs, how could she eat so many?
The men helped kill the chickens.
After everything was cleaned up, Zhou Guo looked around the yard. It seemed that there was not much to do. The water tank was full, the vegetables had just been planted, the vegetable patch had been hoed, the firewood had been chopped, and the clothes and bedding had been washed and put away.
She picked up the bag. The old lady couldn't hold back her tears and kept wiping them with her hands.
Zhou Guo comforted her, "Grandma, don't be sad. I will come to see you again in a while. Stop crying."
The old lady cried, "I am old and I don't have many days left to live. The more we see each other, the less we will see each other. If you are busy, don't come. I have a son here. The neighbors are all well. They fetch water for us when we run out of water..."
I couldn't continue talking at the end, so I just lowered my head and stopped.
Zhou Guo tried to comfort him for a long time and finally got on the horse.
The old lady looked at her with tears in her eyes, feeling very reluctant to let her go, and the women held her arms.
Zhou Guo smiled and said, "Mother-in-law, I'm leaving now. Don't worry, I'll come back when you finish eating the food in your room."
Then he looked at the others and said, "I'm leaving."
He squeezed his legs against the horse's belly and ran away.
The old lady waved from behind, reluctant to leave.
It would take three days for a fast horse to go back from here. She had already been out for fourteen days. If she didn't go back, her family would be worried. After all, it was agreed that it would take ten days at the earliest and fifteen days at the latest. It seemed that she would not be able to get back within fifteen days.
Except for eating, sleeping, and giving the horse water and grass, she spent almost all her time on the horse.
At this time, the benefits of the cooked eggs given to her by several families became apparent. When she was hungry, she could peel a few and eat them to fill her stomach.
After two days of fast riding, they calculated that they still had half a day to go before returning home. They were really tired, so they simply stopped and planned to rest by the roadside for a night before continuing on.
Anyway, she had to treat herself well when she had free time. She took out a small clay pot, filled it with water, threw in a few handfuls of rice, and started to simmer.
The old lady roasted her chicken on the side, and then she made a fire and picked some wild vegetables from the roadside and washed them.
When the porridge in the pot was almost cooked, she peeled a few chestnuts and threw them in. She also cut the uncooked chicken in half, chopped it into pieces and threw that in. If eggs didn't taste bad when thrown in, she would have thrown them in as well.
It’s a pity that there are no mushrooms left, otherwise it would have been so delicious if I threw them in and boiled them.
The porridge was not cooked yet, but the roast chicken was. She took out the steamed buns from her bag, put the sliced chicken and the roasted wild vegetables in between, and started eating. After she ate five steamed buns, she started eating the roast chicken. It tasted pretty good.
Finally, there is chicken and chestnut porridge.
After being cooked for so long, the porridge is soft and a fragrant aroma is rising.
She took the pottery jar down, took out a spoon from her bag, and started eating happily.
After just eating the dry steamed bun and roasted chicken, it is such a pleasure to drink the steaming and fragrant porridge!
She stood by the jar and drank half of it. She couldn't bear to drink the rest and planned to save it for tomorrow morning.
After cleaning up, she looked at the starry sky tonight and decided that there was no need to put up a tent as it would definitely not rain.
Fell asleep peacefully.
The next morning, I looked through the food and found only a large bag of eggs, a chicken, and a few steamed buns. Fortunately, I still had half a day to get home.
In the morning, I heated up the leftover porridge from last night, tore a few steamed buns into pieces and threw them in to cook together, and added some water. This way, I had half a pot full.
After thinking about it, I peeled the whole egg and threw it in. It always tastes better hot than cold.
I looked at the chicken on the horse's back. The old lady was giving it to the family. It would be better not to eat it all and leave one for them.
At this time, I don’t care about the taste, I’ll just be thankful if I can eat my fill.
It heats up very quickly and will be ready in a short while.
Although the taste was not as good as last night, when people are hungry, everything tastes good. She ate half of the pot in one breath, and then she felt a darkness in front of her eyes. She looked up and found two refugees standing in front of her.
He was so unkempt that it was hard to tell whether he was a man or a woman.
She swallowed the porridge in her mouth and was about to ask if she wanted to eat more, then two, three, five more appeared behind her...
group……
She swallowed and drank the remaining porridge in a few mouthfuls in front of them. With so many people, even one mouthful for each person would not be enough.
A group of people stared at her silently...the porridge in the pot, looking at it eagerly, swallowing saliva, the desire in their eyes was stronger than ever.
Seeing this, Zhou Guo threw the clay pot far away.
A group of refugees rushed over like dogs, trying to grab the pottery jar, and the only thing they had eyes for was the pottery jar.
She hurriedly picked up the bag on the ground, rode on the horse next to her and ran away.
This throwing, picking up and riding was done in the blink of an eye, it was incredibly skillful.
While riding on the horse, she subconsciously looked back at the group of people who were still fighting for the jar as if they were risking their lives.
For several years, it seems that there are always so many refugees every year. With so many refugees, how many of them can survive in the end?
If this group of people went to the north, wouldn't it provide the general with more manpower?
However, thinking back to Zhou Dacang’s last letter, the camp recruited another 20,000 people last year, all of them refugees. As long as they had food to eat, they would sell themselves to the camp.
But the camp is short of money and food now. Not to mention military pay, even rations are a problem. Even if we want to recruit, there is not enough food to feed so many mouths.
I don’t know if this year will be better?
There were many refugees along the way.
……
When we returned to the village, the sun had already set.
The whole family was in the yard. When they heard the sound of horse hooves, they rushed out. When they saw Zhou Guo coming back, their faces were filled with joy.
Du Li was angry. "What did you say when you were leaving? Ten days at the earliest and fifteen days at the latest. How many days has it been? If the master hadn't stopped me, I would have sent someone out to look for you!!"
Zhou Guo jumped off the horse and said with a smile: "I know I was wrong. Something delayed me. I rushed back as fast as I could and didn't even have time to eat. I just drank some porridge in the morning. I haven't eaten for a whole day. Mom, is there anything to eat? I'm so hungry now that I can eat a cow!"
Hearing her say this, Li felt distressed again, "How could this happen? You can't skip meals even if you are in a hurry. The meal was prepared early in the morning. No one is worried when you don't come back for a long time. We have been waiting in the house for a whole day. Dinner was prepared early and we were just about to eat. What have you been doing these days? Why did you come back at this time?"
The others couldn't even get a word in.
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