Traveling through the barren years, picking up space, picking up food, drinking and picking up husba

Chapter 72
Cen Abao pinched his nose, his little face twisted into twists: "Milk, it doesn't smell like excrement, it seems to be rotten."

"Rotten?" Mrs. Cen thought of something, turned around and yelled at the villagers behind: "Everyone checks to see if the meat in your house is bad? Hey, if it's bad, throw it away quickly, don't Let the bad meat and the good meat mix together."

ding ding dong.

Rustling.

The women's voices sounded one after another: "It's not bad."

"Yes, the rotten meat has long been thrown away."

"Yes, and it's not the smell of meat from our food."

They soon knew where the rotten stench was coming from.

There was a mule lying on the side of the road. The mule was completely dead and its meat was rotten. Rats were eating on it. There were still many maggots crawling on it, and flies were buzzing.

Cen Abao was vigilant: "Hurry up and put on the headgear you made when avoiding bees."

Swish Swish Swish, the big guys are all put on.

It stinks, it stinks.

"Quick, let's go quickly." Boss Cen yelled.

When I came to the tent I saw just now, I thought that what I saw would be refugees fleeing from famine, resting here, cooking, drinking water, etc., but I never thought that there were dead people in the tent.

It looked like a family, maybe seven or eight people, the water in their water bladders was all empty, and when they died, they held a hard pancake in their hands.

Their faces and eyes were full of maggots, and the stench on their bodies was even stronger.

Boss Cen almost spat out from the smoke: "Let's go."

When the villagers were in a hurry, their driving hands shook, and some of the burdens, dishes, and dry food on the mule cart rolled into the tent.

The villagers wanted to go down to pick it up, but Mr. Cen yelled: "What are you picking up? They've been dead for so long, they're all rotten, and those things are all infected. If you get sick too, don't blame the big guy for being cruel. Leave you behind."

The villagers who were frightened by these words immediately changed their minds, he didn't want to die in this wilderness.

The Cen family walked forward without stopping.

Along the way, I saw many men and women with big bellies.

They are all hungry people who ate Guanyin clay.

The water on the Cen family's car was sparkling in the sun, and some water splashed on the refugees from time to time, which refreshed the refugees.

They ran towards them like zombies whose talismans had been torn off, and some of them grabbed the water from the car, and even knocked over the water basin, and the water flowed on the ground. Lie face down on the ground to lick the water on the ground.

Another refugee went up and grabbed Cen Abao's feet. Cen Abao screamed in fright, and almost fell off the mule cart. Fortunately, Qi Zeyao quickly grabbed her and kicked the refugee off.

Boss Cen's eyes were red with anger, thinking that he would not do anything when he saw how pitiful they were, but who knew they would go so far.

Boss Cen picked up the guy: "Beat, beat hard, showing mercy to them today is ruthless to us, our water and food truck will be taken away, and we will be beaten to death by them!"

Gentlemen, women are impatient, dare to knock over the water they have worked so hard to bring back, and rob them of food, this is absolutely intolerable!

Mrs. Cen came with a horseshoe and kicked away the refugee who was pulling Cen Abao: "If you dare to touch my grandson with your dirty hands, I will kick you to death!"

The refugees hadn’t eaten for a long time. They didn’t have the strength to compete with the people in the small fishing village. They soon became subdued. Some curled up on the ground and covered their swollen stomachs, some knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately, and some cried loudly. .

The weapons in the hands of the villagers in the small fishing village did not continue to swing down in the end.

They said coldly: "Don't pester, otherwise, sticks will not recognize people!"

They re-boarded the mule cart and walked forward in a mighty manner.

After dealing with the refugees for a long time, a lot of the stored water was spilled, which made them feel distressed, and they couldn't turn back to fetch water again.

Cen Abao comforted the old lady Cen who was suffering from liver pain: "Grandma, don't worry, we will encounter water again."

The old lady Cen sighed a long time, she thought about it, as long as A Bao is fine.

"Good boy, let's close our eyes." Mrs. Cen mainly didn't want Cen Abao to see the future.

Look, the next section of the road must be full of dead people and dead animals.

What if I scare my good grandson and have nightmares in the dark?

Cen Abao was coaxed to hum a little song, and suddenly fell asleep.

She felt like she had slept for a long time, but she was awakened by a bang, followed by the sound of something crackling and falling to the ground.

Cen Abao shook his head to the left and then to the right, like a fawn awakened by a start: "What's the matter? What's the matter? What's the matter?"

Mrs. Cen couldn't be frightened by her Hulu Maoer: "It's okay, it's okay."

A villager ran over, his eyes were red, and he had been crying: "Brother Cen, something happened to my mule and cow, they fell down."

Boss Cen went to have a look, and Cen Abao, who was trustworthy, also went to have a look.

The mule and the cow are not in good spirits, as you can tell by their eyes, they are presumably tired.

But this is not the most important reason, because Cen Abao saw that there were wounds on the necks of the mules and cows. The wounds were bitten by something, like rats or maggots. The bites were quite deep, and you could still smell them. A bad smell.

Cen Abao's little face became serious: "Father, I think they are the rats that ate the dead mule meat and were bitten by the mosquitoes."

Boss Cen's face darkened in an instant, and he said to the villager, "Hurry up, move the things to other people's cars first."

The villagers were upset, and accepted the fact that the mule had died. They stretched out their sleeves and wiped away their tears: "Since it's dead, let's kill it and eat meat, or we'll be blind for nothing."

Cen Abao waved his little hand: "No, no, you can't eat meat. They were bitten by rats and maggots and died of illness. Now they are sick meat. You have eaten all these sick meat. Do you think it will be good?"

When the villagers thought about it, they were afraid.

"Then throw it here."

"You didn't touch their wounds, did you?" Boss Cen asked.

"No, no, they fell suddenly, and I didn't even have the time to help them."

Huh, relieved.

With such a terrible incident, Boss Cen also became vigilant, and he asked everyone to stop first: "Everyone checks to see if your livestock has been bitten?"

With such a sum, Cen Abao's heart was a little cold when he listened on the sidelines.

Have!
Not a lot.

Of the hundred or so households in the village, more than half of them had their livestock bitten.

Boss Cen told everyone not to touch them, and to put the things in advance to the cattle that were not bitten.

Just so good at kung fu, bang bang bang, several mules and cows fell down.

The labor force has been reduced by half, and the other half of the animals have to bear a lot, and after walking for a while, they find that it is useless...

(End of this chapter)