Chapter 1286

The system arranges a very complete map.

Shencang continent, there are seven really powerful countries, with countless small countries and tribes.

There are constant frictions and wars among various forces.

Yang song belongs to the great Xia Kingdom, one of the seven great powers. The financial resources of the great Xia are general, the land is not the most fertile, and the military strength is not the strongest.

All aspects are in the middle reaches, not single out, but in terms of national strength, it is in the top three.

Thirteen years ago, Da Xia spent a lot of money fighting barbarians in the north. That battle lasted two years.

The tragic victory of Da Xia also broke up the strength of the Mobei Tartars and dared not buckle the edge for 13 years.

Yang Song is now a 16-year-old boy in Xiazaolin village, sangyang County, the border city of Daxia.

"At the age of twelve, he lost his mother and went alone for hundreds of miles to his biological father in the barracks. As a result, his biological father died in the war three days ago and has become an orphan since then. All his possessions are the two rooms at the end of the village, with a total area of 70 square meters. The most valuable things in the house are a kitchen knife, an iron pot and a quilt!"

Can you be poorer?

Yang Song rummaged through the memory of a 16-year-old boy and found nothing useful.

Memory is as poor as being.

Yang Song was so hungry that he wanted to summon a chicken from the space. He wanted to stew the chicken.

Space doesn't respond.

"Give me a fish."

Still no response.

"Isn't it?" Yang song can't believe it.

Two catties of spare ribs are not available.

Not a kilo of meat.

Not even three liang of rice.

"System, you come out and explain to me."

"Lord host, this is in different time and space. In addition to the inherent ability of the body, other things, such as space, you have to start from scratch. At present, you can only summon kitchen knives and some ordinary seasonings."

"What exactly does seasoning mean?" If it's oil, he can do a business.

"One kilogram of sugar, one kilogram of salt and one kilogram of pepper."

Yang Song waited for a long time: "no?"

"No, it's a lot."

"Kneel down and let me be quiet."

Yang Song sighed and walked to the village head's house.

This place is too poor.

The grain produced by the whole village every year should be handed over to the village and paid taxes. The rest of the grain should be saved, some of which will be used as seeds and some of which will be eaten by the whole village.

There are two meals during the busy farming season, usually only one dinner.

The village head's family is responsible for cooking. The villagers go to line up for dinner at the end of application time, that is, at five o'clock in the afternoon.

Every three days, there will be a small piece of dry cake or steamed bread on the fourth day.

You can't take the food on behalf of others. This is to prevent people from taking it falsely. Another meaning is that people who are not healthy and can't get to the village head's house are estimated to be unable to live and don't have to eat.

Yang Song sped up his pace to catch up, otherwise he would have to be hungry as the future king of Kitchen God.

Li Erdan saw Yang Song and waved at him excitedly.

Others are not so happy.

Less one person to eat, it means that they can eat more food.

Everyone lined up together. When the time came, the village head's house would close the door and share the meal together.

Everyone stared.

Afraid that someone will divide more in the bowl and less in themselves.

Sharing meals is a technical job. It's unfair. It's not surprising that these hungry people can fight and kill people.

Famine is common in border villages every few years.

The village head's wife and son served dinner in person.

Each half as like as two peas, and the same thick and thin.

Usually, each person has more than half a bowl. Today, there are dry steamed buns to eat, and the vegetable paste becomes half a bowl.

Yang Song is the last in the row. He is an orphan. There is no support at home. He usually doesn't talk or pick things.

The village head's wife Li Dahua only filled him a spoonful, only half of the bowl. It was very thin. Even the steamed bun was much smaller than others.

"Change me half a bowl." Yang Songdao. "And steamed buns."

"The meal is over!"

Li Dahua didn't hear it. He knocked on the big iron pot with a rice spoon and had to pack up.

Yang Song added, "change me a bowl."

Li Dahua was impatient: "what are you talking about? Don't change, don't like to drink, don't drink!"

"The bowl you gave me is too thin and the steamed bread is small. It's unfair. Change it for me!"

The village head's family did not withhold Yang Song's rations.

Yang Song had never said anything before. If he let it go, the other party was even more shameless.

Not now.

"OK, you don't eat, do you?" Ma Zhuang, the son of the village head, grabbed half a bowl of porridge, drank it clean, stared at his steamed bread, grabbed it again, and swallowed it in three or two bites.

"Deserved it!"

Others are either indifferent or gloating.

Only Li Erdan was worried for Yang Song.

Yang song let him rob: "you eat mine, I'll eat yours."

The food of the village head's family is more abundant than others, especially the steamed bread, which is a circle larger than others.

"Dare you! Don't eat, give it back to me!" Ma Zhuang is in a hurry.

Yang Song jumped over the stove, went around behind Li Dahua, picked up a bowl of mush, drank a mouthful and couldn't help frowning.

Coarse grain makes my throat. Wild vegetables are very astringent and the salt is not good. It turns my throat when I eat it.

"You bastard! I'll kill you!" Ma Zhuang will hit people when he picks up the fire stick.

Yang Song held up the bowl of paste to block the fire stick.

Pop!

The bowl is broken. In addition to the paste, there is a round thing.

Green vegetable paste can't stop its color.

"What's that?"

"It's an egg!"

"Yes, white round fat man! I ate eggs when I was a child!"

"Why are there eggs in Ma Zhuang's bowl?"

"He is the son of the village head!"

A clever man robbed the village head and his wife of their jobs.

"There are eggs in it, too!"

"There are two eggs in the village head's bowl!"

There was a gust of wind on the plain, and the ground was full of messy weeds.

It's all messed up!

People in Zaolin village, who can only eat a small piece of dry steamed bread every three days, are crazy.

"I, I once ate eggs. The three members of our family divided two eggs."

"Your whole family ate four eggs for three!"

The four white and round eggs were still lying in the bowl. Everyone looked green, but no one was willing to eat them.

It seems that you can eat it.

"What are you doing?" Village head Li Daguang took the cigarette bag and pushed the man away. Looking at the four eggs, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Why make a fuss? It's just four wild eggs?"

"My third daughter brought it back for me to replenish my body. Why, I can't eat what my daughter brought back?"

Li Daguang wanted to take the bowl, but no one wanted to give it to him.

"Did your third daughter bring it back?"

Li Daguang has three daughters and one son.

Sir, daughter and son are the youngest.

His eldest daughter married to the mine and never came back.

Whoever the second daughter married didn't know, she knew that she was hanged at the door of her mother's house the day after she got married.

The third daughter said that she married a powerful hunter and would bring something back. Li Daguang's life was better.