Swordsman’s Road Chapter 613: Tribe

This is an abandoned land, under the blood-red sky, the open wilderness, the sparse population, the ruined camp, the numb crowd, everything reveals a deep decadence, the only thing that is different Is the Internal Spirit which is more abundant in Main World here.

A seven- and eight-year-old girl with black skinny, ragged clothes and hay-like grass, carrying a large water basket that is not commensurate with her body, walking in a staggered step through a messy tent, sometimes from time to time Pay attention to the hungry stray dogs who are not far away, not watching with good will.

Her name is Xi Mulan. She is a bitter child who grew up in her hometown. Because her parents died, she grew up in her uncle’s parents. This is a common thing in this place. Famines and wars. Many people died in natural disasters and left behind. Children can only live in the homes of poor relatives who are not rich.

Her name is nice, but her parents don’t know the poor people in big letters. The reason why they are called Mulan is just because they live in a place called Mulan tribe. In this place, you shout everywhere. There are several children named Mulan looking at you.

Uncle’s family is also very poor, and there are still a few children to support, so Xi Mulan, who is seven or eight years old, has been able to do most of the work that most children can do at this age. She has no complaints and can eat a bite. It is already very satisfying, and most of the children around have grown up like this, she is no different from them.

Approaching the uncle’s dirty tent, Mulan took the effort to remove the water basket from his shoulder and poured it into a large iron pan outside the tent. Next, when the second brother picked up the wood, she could start a fire Prepare for today's supper.

Not much effort. Uncle's Old Second, a young boy of the same age, black, thin, and lingering as she walked over with a bundle of firewood, blood marks on the face with thorns, holding a A hatchet full of collapses.

Two little children coded the firewood, put the iron pan on it, set fire, and then took out half a bag of barley from the tent, pour it in carefully, and then stopped immediately, fearing that if there is too much, there will be no ration for tomorrow. , Continuously stirring with a long wooden spoon, fearing that the barley will get on the bottom of the pot, and will lose a few grains to eat.

After the water was boiled, a faint scent of food flew out, and two younger children, three or four years old, were drilled in the tent, all around the iron pot, looking like a pilgrimage. With Mulan to stir the soup soup porridge.

The child who picked up the wood took out a small bundle of hay from the tent. This was not hay, it was wild vegetables. When the porridge was completely cooked, put it in again to fill the food that could only be called water.

But they are not in a hurry. The four children, big and small, keep looking at the distance and reveal their minds. They are waiting, waiting for their father, waiting for the uncle's tall figure to appear, because if luck is good, this family The master will carry a piece of meat after the hunt, which is their happiest moment.

This kind of expectation will not always come true. Outbound hunting is full of danger. Injuries are common and death is not uncommon. Two older children have begun to understand this, so in addition to expectation in their eyes A trace of worry is contradictory.

Poverty families generally rarely have such messy things as big families. This is very valuable. The uncle and aunt of Mulan treat all four children equally, and even take care of her because Mulan is the only girl in the family. But it doesn’t matter much. The family is so poor that it’s too poor to take care of it at most. It’s just a spoonful of porridge, and the sensible Mulan will secretly distribute the half spoon of porridge to two younger brothers. .

Aunt’s first home, she looked tired. She worked short jobs in the tribe, doing laundry, sewing, mending, digging trenches, doing everything. The heavy physical labor made her look like a five in less than thirty. The ten-year-old woman, but before returning home, she tried to make her face smile and waved the three pancakes in her hand, which is a delicious food that children rarely eat.

Today’s expectations did not disappoint the children. When the man came to the tent against a huge piece of meat, four children cheered and rushed to him; at the same time, there were other families in the tribe who cheered. Hunting can make this small tribe satisfied like a holiday.

Despite being poor and suffering, life will always go on!

Tribal people, cooking can be done without frying and frying. Large pieces of meat dripping with blood are cut into children’s fist size and thrown into the iron pan. Soon, the tangy meat aroma spread throughout the tribe The camp is full of joyful laughter;

Although such tribes are small, they will not abandon every tribe. Here, people are more important than others.

The woman looked at the excited smiles of the children with satisfaction, and turned to the man who had always been silent,

"Being the owner, what kind of beast is the today hunting? It was so big~IndoMTL.com~ enough to eat for three or five days!"

The man is silent, and the woman who has lived together for nearly ten years has found a trace of unusualness in the subtle movements, and she did not continue to ask, because she knows that if it should be said, the husband will definitely say, otherwise, Will resist alone.

For a while, when the children ran away and played with other children, they were bored:

"We crossed the Red Water River!"

The woman was shocked. The wooden spoon that was stirred in her hand almost fell into the iron pot. For this wilderness, the other side of the Red Water River is another world. If it is hell, there is heaven, not only the rich vegetation, And the beasts are in groups, living on the other side of the river, as if they are not in the same world as them. They are not only rich and prosperous, but also come and go, making people feel no hint of confrontation.

"How did you cross the river? If this is found, can the hunting team still come back alive?" The woman was startled.

"What else can we do? There have been fewer and fewer beasts in this area in recent days. The camel was originally found here, but after it was injured, it swam to the other side. Everyone didn’t hunt for three days. When it comes to the big beasts, they can’t give up for a while, and then they chase the other side, which is not unruly!”

The man said violently.

The woman sighed. "That's what it says, but there are immortals on the other side of the river, really evil gates. Many things are clearly absent from them, but they can't conceal them. /

The man stood up and said, "I will talk about things later. You have to eat a full stomach first. The children have not eaten meat for seven or eight days!"

The woman no longer speaks, things are done, and regret is useless. Seeing the meat porridge is cooked, she changes her smile to cover her sadness and shouts to the children:

"Erpi, Xiaolan, bring your brothers back to dinner!"