The First Order

"Young Master, I heard Commander Zhang mention it. He said you lived in a market town before, and your life is very hard, right?" Da Huyou said, looking at the refugees outside the barriers.

They did not directly send potatoes to these refugees, but walked among tens of thousands of refugees, observing their hunger.

At this time, the refugees are as thin as a log, indicating that their bodies have exhausted the liver glycogen in the body, and even consumed almost all the fat.

Some temporary shacks are stinky and smelly. The people inside do not know when they have died. Others are covering their stomachs with unbearable pain. Either they have eaten something stiff and ruined the stomach, or the stomach has been ulcerated perforation.

Ren Xiaosu replied: "I was really bitter when I was in market town No. 113, but I didn't suffer to such a point, because I was always in that environment, so I learned some skills from others to find food, so I would not starve to death. . And these barriers are in great difficulty at the beginning, and they have no ability to survive in the wild. They may be killed before they can adapt to the environment."

Da Hu You said happily: "The commander said that you were very bitter at the time. He also said that he had seen the nest head you bought from mining for his younger brother, and then went outside and chewed the root of the tree by himself to prevent his younger brother from seeing."

When Ren Xiaosu heard this, he also fell into memory. At that time, he probably wouldn’t even hunt. He could only work in the coal mine with adults, but he was young and had little energy, and he could only earn enough food to eat by himself.

But he smiled and replied: "It was really bitter at the time, but in retrospect, I always felt that it was one of my happiest times in more than ten years."

"Do you know why Commander Zhang chose you as the candidate for the next commander?" Da Huyou asked with a smile.

"Why?" In fact, this is where Ren Xiaosu has never understood.

"Because he saw a lot of precious qualities in you that many people don't have," Da Houyou didn't continue to elaborate, but the reason seemed to be hidden in the market town time.

At this time, Ren Xiaosu saw a child hiding in the shack and staring at himself and Da Huo. He suddenly squatted at the door of the shack and stared at the child across the gap of the curtain.

He seemed to see Yan Liuyuan when he was young again. At that time, Xiao Liuyuan had not yet become the owner of the prairie.

Ren Xiaosu took out a few toffee from the storage space and spread it in the palm of his hand, and the child did not dare to reach for it timidly.

"Eat," Ren Xiaosu said.

The little child in the shack hurriedly grabbed the toffee from Ren Xiaosu, but instead of eating it, he hid it in his jacket pocket, as if he wanted to keep it to share with others.

Ren Xiaosu looked at the other shacks around him and then said to the children: "You don't eat now. Someone will grab it when I leave. Maybe you already have the courage to guard them, but you haven't the ability to guard them. Eat it."

After listening to Ren Xiaosu's words, the child thought deeply, and then peeled off seven or eight toffees and stuffed them into his mouth at a stretch.

Ren Xiaosu smiled: "Smart."

At this time, many refugees appeared to him and Da Huyou, wanting to come around and begging for food, but they flinched and dared not step forward.

Instead of distributing potatoes to these people, Ren Xiaosu immediately raised a bonfire on the spot and threw a few potatoes into the fire to roast.

He and Da Huo sat calmly by the bonfire, and more and more refugees gathered around him, sipping while watching the bonfire.

More than twenty minutes later, Ren Xiaosu took a black knife and pulled the potatoes out of the campfire. He did not conceal his identity as a transcendent, which made the refugees fear and awe.

"I think you are all very hungry, divide these potatoes," Ren Xiaosu said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, the refugees rushed up.

Potatoes are hot, but these refugees are not willing to let go even if they endure the pain of being burned.

The refugees surrounding him may be a few hundred people, but there are only six or seven potatoes, which is not enough.

When the first refugee broke the potatoes, the scent spread across the crowd at once, and everyone fell into a frantic battle.

Soon, the potatoes were robbed. Many refugees became bruised and bruised during the battle for potatoes. They looked at Ren Xiaosu and seemed to ask silently: Is there any more?

Ren Xiaosu looked at them silently. There were of course many potatoes. For this trip, he even installed half of the potato storage space.

But Ren Xiaosu spread his hands and said: "No, there are so many potatoes."

Everyone was disappointed, but no one dared to question anything. Suddenly, a man turned away from the crowd and came out with a pistol in his hand, pointing at Ren Xiaosu: "You must have other food on your body. Otherwise you won’t be able to stop the bullet even if you are a transcendent."

If at ordinary times, ordinary people don’t even dare to threaten the extraordinary even with a gun in their hands, but this man can’t stand being hungry.

When the man saw that Ren Xiaosu didn't move, he raised his voice: "Did you hear what I said?! Take out your pocket and let me see what's inside! Is there any compressed cookies and chocolate? Sugar is also OK, I just saw you give That little kid has toffee!"

But as soon as the voice fell, the big flicker next to Ren Xiaosu suddenly jumped like a cheetah. The man only felt a flower in his eyes, and the firearm in his hand was captured by big flicker.

Da Huyou sat back to the campfire playing with the pistol, and then his wrist shook, and the firearms in his hand were scattered into a pile of parts.

Ren Xiaosu glanced. There was no bullet in this pistol. It seemed that he had run out on the road of escape. This man was just frightening in his hand.

There was someone whispering next to him: "It turns out that there are no bullets in his gun. See if he dares to steal other people's things!"

"Damn, I've had enough of him these days, since he has no guns..."

Seeing that the refugees in the surroundings were not looking well, the man turned around and ran out of the crowd, never daring to stay longer.

Ren Xiaosu said with a smile: "Is there still such a wicked person near here, I can help you revenge together."

Northwest is indeed lacking in population and labor, but Ren Xiaosu has no good feelings for this kind of refugees who are bullying and hard-working. This kind of person is not worthy of Daxing Northwest. It is better to clean it up now.

The refugee replied: "It's gone, he's the only one nearby."

Ren Xiaosu nodded: "That's good."

A refugee whispered: "Do you still have potatoes, my children have been hungry for three days, please give him a bite to eat. You look like a good person, I will not give it to you if I am not for the children Open this mouth, please."

Ren Xiaosu shook his head ruthlessly: "I really don't have anything to eat with me, but I know where to eat. If you want to eat alive, you can follow me."