Chapter 6: Late Night in the Mountains, Rice Porridge and Wine and Meat
With this shout, everyone around stopped what they were doing.

Including the sergeant and several squad leaders on the other side, they all looked over with interest.

I saw that skinny figure with his head down, looking like a skeleton.

Newcomer, hehe.

Is he a fool? Will he continue to pester me?

Even if it was in Zhao Zheng's hands, it would be difficult.

You never know when you will be sent to fight against officers and soldiers alone, and be killed on the spot.

However, they did not see what they wanted to see.

The newcomer didn't seem to be a complete fool and didn't ask any more questions.

Instead, he lowered his head even lower so that no one could see his face.

At this time, Lu Yuan was hunched over, with his head lowered, his head almost buried in his chest full of ribs.

This gesture seemed respectful, but no one noticed that there was murderous intent in his eyes.

Lu Yuan tried hard to control his body which was shaking with murderous intent, and bent over so that his hideous expression would not be discovered.

He was extremely hungry.

Every ounce of food is his life!

These people, taking his food, would mean taking his life!

He won't let anyone go!

But he can't do it now.

But he will definitely wait until such an opportunity comes and kill all these people!
He has the superpower of "infinite strength".

Since his strength is so immense, it is impossible that he only added ten kilograms of force.

There must be some triggering condition or some time limit.

He just needs to wait until he finds out how to use his "infinite strength" and when he is strong enough, he will start a massacre! !
No matter who it is, no one can stop it!!

He tightly grasped the bag of less than 10 grams of rice, bent his body, lowered his head, and walked backwards.

"snort!".

The sergeant who was distributing food snorted.

Fortunately, this kid is sensible, otherwise, I would have given him a slap in the face to teach him a lesson.

But seeing that the other party was shaking, he seemed to have been shocked by me. He was so scared that he didn't even dare to say a word and just retreated. I should not dare to do anything rash.

Behind him, Captain Zhao Zheng, stared at the retreating figure with a cold look.

Although he couldn't see the other person's expression, he was frightened for a moment when the man lowered his head.

He didn't understand why a thing as thin as a bamboo pole would give him such an illusion.

Perhaps it was because when he was trying to grab food in the county town today, he had a fight with the soldiers garrisoning there, and his heart was churning.

However, since this person made him unhappy and almost made him lose face, he would not keep this person no matter what.

Of course, it doesn’t mean to kill directly.

Even if he was just a first-rate civilian joining the army, he was nothing more than a recruit.

But after all, he is a pawn in his hand. If he kills him on the spot, who will follow him, Zhao Zheng?

What's more, doing so would be a big taboo for the brigade commander.

Wait until the next time, when the opportunity comes and we attack Qingping County, then look for an opportunity.

He withdrew his cold gaze from the pawn.

He is just a small refugee, and his life and death are in his hands. When the time comes, he can just make arrangements for him.

The smell of wine wafted from the cave behind him. His expression changed and he walked towards the cave with a smile on his face.

Today we broke into several wealthy families' homes in Qingping County and killed all the officers, soldiers and guards there. It was a good harvest.

There were twelve pigs, more than a hundred chickens and ducks, many round chicken and duck eggs, and even a few jars of old wine buried in the cellar.

Now a pig has been slaughtered and a few ducks have been roasted. In addition to the smell of wine, there is also the aroma of fried eggs.

Even Zhao Zheng couldn't help but gulp a few times.

Today, I will eat big chunks of meat and drink good wine with the brigade commander and the brothers who came over from Huizhou!

In the dark night, there were traces of fire everywhere.

At this time, many people had finished their meals. Lu Yuan found a rock and sat on it.

He reached out his hand, took out a few grains of raw rice from his pocket, and put them into his mouth, crunching them.

The other hand added wood to the fire.

On the firewood was a charred kettle.

It should be made of iron, but it's hard to tell because it's black.

The original body was alone and brought nothing when he joined the rebel army, not even a broken bowl.

Lu Yuan waited until this time specifically, until everyone else had finished their meal, to borrow the pot for cooking.

The pot is not big, but it doesn’t need to be too big.

Here, it’s only one or two meters.

Lu Yuan specially added a lot of snow into the porridge, which would also be filling.

Anyway, you don't need to earn military merits to buy snow, just grab a handful from the ground.

The rice pot began to tumble and white steam rose up.

Lu Yuan's stomach was rumbling at this moment.

I couldn't help but get close to the rice pot and smell the white steam with the flavor of rice porridge.

He was so hungry that he didn't even want to let go of the water vapor.

After the water in the kettle had been boiling for a long time, the flavor of the porridge became stronger and stronger, and the rice inside was cooked and blended into the porridge.

Lu Yuancai wrapped his hands with a rag and took down the boiling kettle.

He opened the kettle lid and the steam from the air hit his face, causing pain on the wounds on his face that had not yet healed.

But he didn't care. He looked at the white rice grains floating on the surface, swallowed the saliva that had been in his mouth for a long time, picked up the boiling kettle and took a sip.

The temperature of the rice porridge just out of the pot is close to 100 degrees.

Even with just a small sip, the skin on Lu Yuan's lips was burned a little, but Lu Yuan didn't care at all and showed an expression of enjoyment on his face.

If you don’t experience hunger, you will never understand its feeling.

Even the white rice porridge without any additional ingredients has the taste of mud cooked in the snow.

Lu Yuan also felt that he was in a fairyland.

The movement of his stomach and intestines prompted Lu Yuan to hold the kettle and blow hard on the surface of the porridge, lowering the surface temperature a little, and then he took a big sip.

Lu Yuan kept blowing air and then drank the porridge mouthful after mouthful.

Soon, the porridge was finished.

After drinking the hot porridge, Lu Yuan's face turned a little red.

He touched his stomach and actually felt a little full, as if he had eaten enough.

However, he knew that this was just the feeling of drinking too much water and deceiving his stomach.

Although there was quite a bit of porridge in the kettle, it was mostly water, with only a little rice.

How can you feel full after drinking such a small amount of food?

It won't be long before Lu Yuan will be hungry again.

He licked his lips, licking the porridge residue from the corners of his mouth.

He put the kettle aside and lay down on the spot.

There was some dry straw on the ground. He was wearing a cotton coat and covered himself with the straw. There was a burning fire next to him, so he didn't feel cold.

He had to fall asleep while he was still warm and sleep.

Otherwise, you might not be able to sleep then.

The place he was facing was the cave.

From time to time there were shouts and the sound of rock-paper-scissors.

Occasionally, there were some hearty laughs.

The firelight shone on Lu Yuan's face, which showed a look of satisfaction because he had just finished eating porridge.

But his eyes, staring at those caves, were icy cold.

(End of this chapter)