Sister, you miss me

For the first time, Yang Feng saw a scene that can only be found in film and television works or in Africa, but he did not expect it to be in the neighboring countries across the river.

A hundred meters away from the cordon, there are many dead bodies lying down, no one cares, but crows and vultures peck at them.

Upon asking, I realized that these were civilians who wanted to rush out to find a way out. They violated military regulations and were shot and killed on the spot.

Go further in the depths, thousands of miles away, starving everywhere, bare tree trunks and bare mountains.

"What are they doing?"

Yang Feng suddenly pointed to a group of ragged old and young and asked, they were digging under the roots of a mountain with broken bowls in their hands.

"That is Guanyin soil, a kind of white soil. It can relieve hunger if you eat it, but it can't be excreted at all, and the stomach will become more and more full. Finally... Finally..."

Jin Zishan cried bitterly, and then yelled "stop".

"Young Master, can't stop, it's dangerous."

"Stop, this is an order." Jin Zishan roared.

The car didn't stop, Jin Zishan opened the door, stepped out, then opened the trunk and pulled out his huge suitcase.

At first, Yang Feng laughed at him, but for the three-day holiday, do you need such a large suitcase?

However, when Jin Zishan opened the suitcase, Yang Feng knew that the suitcase was still not big enough.

It was full of food, mainly biscuits and steamed buns. It looked a lot, but compared with the number of hungry people, it was still a drop in the bucket.

In fact, the two bright cars parked here have attracted the attention of the hungry people. If it weren't for a truckload of soldiers with guns, they would have rushed over.

"Yang Feng, help me give these to them."

Yang Feng nodded. Since entering the military restricted zone, Jin Zishan's tears have never been dry.

Yang Feng was holding a big bag of compressed biscuits, Jin Zishan was holding a big bag of steamed buns, and the two walked towards the hillside.

One of the soldiers commanded loudly, "Alert."

The two had no experience in comforting the hungry. As soon as the food was placed on the ground, they were looted.

"Don't grab, everyone has! Don't grab, all have."

Jin Zishan screamed hoarsely, but who could hear it.

Some people squabble together for food, and more people try their best to stuff their mouths.

Suddenly, the three middle-aged men held their necks with both hands, their eyes opened violently, and their faces quickly became purple-red.

The hungry people were frightened, and the looting stopped temporarily.

"Damn it!" Kim Hyun Joon yelled, "Get water, they eat too fast."

The water didn't arrive, and the three fell to the ground, choked to death by the food.

Jin Zishan knelt on her knees, pointing to Nongfu Spring, "You eat slowly, there is water here, don't choke."

More hungry people flooded in, and the three who had just choked to death were left unattended.

There is a saying: When born in troubled times, fate is like a must.But Yang Feng didn't understand, isn't this an era of peace!

A woman with a baby couldn't squeeze into the crowd anyway, and could not grab food. In desperation, a bun with white flour was placed in her hand.

"You are our savior." The woman's eyes lit up, and then dimmed, "You are not."

"Sister-in-law, go over there, I still have it."

The woman nodded and, with Yang Feng's support, sat down far away from the hungry people.

The woman ate a steamed bun with two bites, and stretched out her dark palm towards Yang Feng, and Yang Feng took two out of her pocket and handed it over.

When the woman ate the second steamed bun, she choked. Yang Feng was shocked. Fortunately, he took a bottle of wahhaha pure water and quickly handed it to the woman. The woman took two bites and finally delivered the steamed bun. .

The middle-aged woman who was gasping for breath looked skinny and her chest was dry and invisible, and the baby in her arms was like an African refugee.

The head is big, eyes are big, belly is big, arms and legs are as thin as sticks.

Yang Feng's eyes were red in an instant, and the miserable sight in front of him made Shi Buddha cry even when he saw it, not to mention that he was a mortal.

At this time, the woman broke the steamed bun, dipped it in pure water, and fed it to the baby's mouth. The baby opened her mouth greedily and swallowed desperately.A gentle smile finally appeared on the woman's face.

"Fourth."

"Yeah." Yang Feng watched Jin Zishan walk over.

"Do you understand my pain now?" Jin Zishan said with a trembling voice.

"This is your responsibility and mission. Your first task is to solve the people's food and clothing problem."

"But it's easier said than done!"

"Young Master," the attendant came next to Jin Zishan and whispered: "The food is obviously not enough. God knows how long they haven't eaten. Now that they have a bottom line, it is more difficult to deal with it. We have to go quickly. ."

The food disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the dregs of biscuit and steamed buns were completely licked. Seeing that the food was eaten up, pairs of red eyes looked at Jin Zishan and Yang Feng.

"Hurry up."

Jin Zishan took Yang Feng and walked to the car. The hungry people quickly approached, and the two could not help running.

Yang Feng stopped suddenly, because he saw someone snatching half of a steamed bun from a woman's hand. The woman was desperately protecting it. The middle-aged man grabbed her hair and hit it on the ground.

"Stop it." Yang Feng broke free of Jin Zishan's hand, rushed over and hit the man's temple with a punch, and the man fell to the ground with a grunt.

"Sister-in-law, are you okay!" Yang Feng picked up the woman.

The woman's forehead cracked, but there was no bleeding. She dragged one hand on the ground, and finally grabbed half of the dirty steamed bun, the steamed bun that she protected with her life.

The woman shuddered and stuffed half of a steamed bun and baby into Yang Feng's arms, tapping her teeth and saying: "Savior, you can't save me...Save the child..."

Yang Feng hugged the child in his arms and closed his eyes, tears welling up.

"Fourth, go!"

Hearing Jin Zishan yelling, Yang Feng turned to look. It turned out that the hungry people surrounded him and his attendants.

The three attendants held pistols, guarding the Jinzishan in the middle, panicking.

"Don't come over, come over again, we are going to shoot."

"No shooting is allowed, no." At this time, Jin Zishan was still unwilling to kill innocent people.

"Give us food, we only need food, you have it."

The leader said, the hungry people are not afraid of death.

"What are you doing, ah—" An attendant was shot by the hungry.

The next moment, a gunshot sounded, and a blood hole appeared in the forehead of the hungry man with the gun.

The gunfire aroused the viciousness of the hungry people, and at this moment, they turned into a mob.

The three attendants were all dragged out and killed in a gang fight, just in the blink of an eye.

"Shoot!" Seeing Jin Zishan was threatened, the captain decisively issued the order.

Explosive bean-like gunshots one after another, the bullets centered on Jinzishan, gradually radiating outward in a carpet manner.

When the hungry people fell down in circles, Jin Zishan shouted "don't don't" until he was hoarse.

The hungry people either die or are injured, and they no longer pose a threat to Jinzishan.

"Who let you shoot, who allowed you to shoot! I brought them food, that was saving them, they just died, but you shot them, you butchers!

"Young Master, they also killed our people. Besides, my duty is to protect your safety."

The captain fought hard.

Jin Zishan covered her face and took a deep breath: "Let's go, go back."

Yang Feng looked back and took a deep look. Those who were choked to death by Mantou, those who were shot, the dying woman...

Scenes stabbed his eyes, and he turned his head back suddenly, got the child into the car, and sat beside Jin Zishan.

Three attendants were killed by starving people, and the drivers were replaced by soldiers.

Silent all the way.

Two hours later, along the way, it gradually became prosperous, with Chinese characters everywhere, and Yang Feng could understand it.

Pass through the Kaesong Industrial Park and arrive at Leader Square.

There was a bronze statue whose face was so familiar. Yang Feng remembered those stories and thought of that person.

As if feeling Yang Feng’s gaze, Jin Zishan said: “That’s a foreigner, but it saved our country. In the eyes of the people, his position is equal to that of the head of state. Hey, fourth, let alone you Looks like him."

"What about this child?" Yang Feng's eyes fell on the baby in his arms.

"How is he?"

"The body is not a major problem, it's just severe malnutrition."

"What do you propose?"

"Ask me?" Yang Feng nodded his nose, "Of course you will raise it."

"Well, I swear that I will raise him as my own child."

The car passed the Leader's Square and drove directly to Jin Zishan's apartment.

"Take it to see my father."

"The chairman said, let the young master go back and have a rest, and everyone will meet at the evening banquet."

A dark cloud rolled across Jin Zishan's eyes and nodded.

Jinzishan owns an independent courtyard with simple decoration and modern atmosphere. There are only a few attendants in the courtyard, both men and women, and they are of good quality.

"Young Master, you are back." Three men, two women and five attendants stood in a row and welcomed the two.

Jin Zishan nodded, reported the child from Yang Feng, took a closer look, and handed it to the nearest maid, "Sent to the hospital, so he is healthy, so I say it is my child."

"Huh?" The beautiful waitress widened her eyes.

"I was a refugee child, now an orphan, and I will be his father in the future."

"Young Master, you are so loving." The two waitresses have little red hearts in their eyes.

"Go." Jin Zishan waved his hand, "Fourth, you come with me."

Jin Zishan's bedroom is more than 100 square meters, and the top of his head simulates the solar system. The planets have their own trajectories, and they are eternally running in their own systems.

Both of them were taciturn because of Wencheng County.

"Fourth."

"Ok."

Jin Zishan's complexion changed, and he walked toward the corner, stepped on the sofa, but was pulled down by Yang Feng.

The two big men were almost facing each other, and Yang Feng asked, "What are you doing?"

"There is monitoring."

"Do you want to tear it down?"

"if not?"

"You took it apart, what does it mean?"

"Explanation..." Jin Zishan glanced at Yang Feng in surprise.

Yang Feng bit Jin Zishan’s ears, the two of them looked like a pair of glass, “I think there is more than one monitor. The other party will monitor you 360 degrees without a dead angle, or let’s look at it to see who finds more monitoring.

"Compared, but one thing, I don't think the enemy can find it."

"Enemy? The word is used exactly."

The two dispersed and found one, just tapping the lower position with a thumb. Yang Feng found five and Jin Zishan found four. Both of them gave each other thumbs up regardless of the difference.