Skynet Architect

What kind of person is that? Si Fan never expected to see such a person from the outside of the film and television works.

They are skinny, they don't have much flesh on their faces, they lie outside the voles' holes with longing eyes.

People in other cities are usually afraid, and the scared voles have become a delicious delicacy that makes them rejoice. As long as they can catch a litter of voles, their stomachs will not be hungry today. Their bodies are full of mud and their eyes are somewhat Empty and not very ambitious. Their only ambition is to have a full meal tonight. As for tomorrow's time, they never think about it.

That field mouse is their dream.

That's it. Dreams belong to people who can eat their stomachs. When their stomachs are not full, their dreams are broken.

On the other side, Si Fan was sitting in a wheat field. The ground was soft and soft. After sitting down, I didn’t know how much wheat. Si Fan, who didn’t care much, seemed to have fallen into needles. It hurts to prick my ass. Life is such a nonsense. I still didn't feel much sitting just now, as if everything had nothing to do with me.

Now I see the child in the distance, the rickety thin figure, and his arm like a reed pole may break at any time.

He didn't pay attention to anything. It didn't matter if Si Fan was sitting on the bank of the river with crushed wheat seedlings. It was none of his. He didn't dare to come over, just trying to grab the food in front of him.

Si Fan, who was sitting down, looked at the opposite child carefully. He wanted to sit up, but after thinking about it, he still sat down. The wheat field that had been broken was broken after all.

The people on the opposite side can’t get enough to eat, but the wheat fields on this side are only a small part of it. A large number of fields are still pastures and have not been used.

It’s not that they don’t want to use it, but that they don’t have this ability. Everything on the opposite small soil slope shows what is happening here. They even have problems eating. This soil slope may be his biggest gain in recent days. A few voles that may exist are their targets.

Regardless of the skinny little guy, he is more patient than the average person. He seems to be a long-term old hunter, with rich experience, just waiting quietly, waiting for the appearance of the prey.

It seems to be God's favor, or it may be that his waiting has worked.

A little sound came out from the entrance of the cave, it was the sound of the voles inside.

After hearing the voice, with joy on his face, he hung a tattered net bag at the mouth of the hole and knotted it.

I didn't know what the knot was, and then buried it completely.Behind him was a bucket that was supposed to have been broken. It was burned underneath and then blocked with a soft plastic bag.

It seemed to work now, but the quality had dropped too much. He filled half a bucket of water with this bucket and poured it into a cave next to it.

It is said that the three caves of the cunning rabbit, the mouse is not honestly just one hole, they have many holes.

After the skinny boy found a few holes, they all blocked them, leaving only the hole for the net bag and the other hole near the river.

This guy was holding the bucket and suddenly wanted to use all his strength, struggling to scoop water quickly.

Si Fan believed that this little child had taken out his whole body strength, and his shriveled and thin body could not explode too much strength. Only three or four buckets of water would not have much strength, and the broken bucket began to slow down. Lying slowly down the stream.

He is already poor, but the cave has indeed been washed into by water, and the entrance of the cave has been desperately covered by him.

A few meters away from Xiaohegou, Si Fan had heard the desperate scream of the field mouse, and a shaggy figure rushed out from the direction of the net bag.

When there was movement in the net bag, the child rushed from that direction with all his strength like a cheetah.

Seven or eight voles were caught and were in the net bag.

The little boy didn't have time to think about anything else. He grabbed the bottom of the net bag and smashed the voles with a rock.

What the hell is cute, what is funny, in his eyes this is a delicious meal, maybe it can be exchanged for some food.This is meat, and there is fat in it.

He stunned all these voles, even if they were pretending to be dead, smashed them with a rock, and then took his own broken bucket, packed all the voles in it, and buttoned the lid on it, and finally used a thin rope. All tied up.

This is his best harvest?

Of course not. These are voles. They are mice and they have a habit of stealing things.

Not all of these things can be eaten by stealing, and they also have the habit of hiding in winter. Although it is not autumn, it is summer, and there will still be gains. The little guy worked hard with a broken shovel Constantly digging things.

After a while, you can see the mouse nest below.

He took out a little grain from inside.

That’s really a little bit, but just a little bit in Si Fan’s eyes is estimated to be a few kilograms. In China, the food that can be earned by working for half an hour is more important than the sky in this child’s eyes. , He cherished these grains in another pocket, very carefully.

He patted his chest after he finally got everything done, as if he was relieved.

After a pat of his shriveled body, the loose clothes were patted closer to the body. You can see that he doesn't have much flesh.

The dysplastic body must be deficient in calcium, so his bones are very small, as if it can be broken with a gentle touch.

Compared with the sturdy body of those officials, he was just a stick of wood, but he started to catch small voles in the field to make ends meet.

Si Fan, who was on the other side, looked at the food that he was carrying with him. Those were a few energy bars. These were usually used to replenish energy. There were also two portable self-heating hot pots in the bag. It's even simpler, it's an outing lunch.

For Si Fan, these things are not particularly precious, but for the child, they may be precious.

He really couldn't let himself sit here and eat hot pot and watch the kid across from starving.

I looked at the opposite child, and patted his already somewhat dry belly.

"I'm not going to have lunch anymore, let's go back to eat, he needs these rations even more." Si Fan whispered.

He took a look at his bag, and finally took out a paper bag from the inside. There was really no such thing as a plastic bag on his body. He stuffed everything he could eat with him and looked at the other side.

"Hey!" shouted loudly.

The child was like a frightened bird, trying to escape quickly.

At this time, Si Fan had already thrown away his paper bag.

He believes that this smart boy should know what these things are.

Even if it is risky.