April, the fifteenth day of the lunar month.

It has been the second day since the time traveler Li Mengxi came to the end of Han Dynasty inexplicably. Li Mengxi has also been hungry for two days, so hungry.

In a blink of an eye, it was time to eat again. Two sergeants, who were obviously much stronger than the other Yellow Turbans, walked into the military camp carrying pottery urns.

As soon as they saw the meal coming, all the Yellow Turban soldiers who were staggering and lifeless a moment ago seemed to have exploded. They all jumped up and surrounded Tao Weng like crazy.

A crowd of people crowded forward, and these hungry yellow scarf soldiers stretched out their dirty hands, holding broken bowls and bamboo tubes, and were about to scoop out the food.

The Yellow Turban sergeant who was in charge of dividing the food was not an easy person. Seeing this situation, the two strong Yellow Turban soldiers were furious. They grabbed the wooden spoons in the Tao Wengli and threw them at the crowd.

However, no matter how hard the strong Yellow Turban Army hit it with the spoon, the huddled Yellow Turban Army refused to leave.

Obviously if everyone queues up, everyone will be able to get their meals soon, but because of the crowding, the yellow scarf sergeant responsible for distributing the meals smashed it with a spoon for a while before the others stopped.

When everything stopped, the two yellow turban soldiers in charge of sharing the food, who were obviously high-ranking soldiers, started to curse and nonchalantly distributed the food to the others one spoon at a time.

There was no queue, no one cared about who had eaten and who hadn't, so naturally there was chaos.

Li Mengxi held his younger brother, holding a bamboo tube in his hand, and stood aside. He wanted to squeeze in, but he was afraid that like yesterday, he would not only be squeezed out, but also beaten.

Li Mengxi watched as a guy grinned because he was so hot, but he finished the porridge in the broken bowl in a few mouthfuls, and then pushed forward to continue cooking.

Li Mengxi looked down and saw that the little boy who should be his brother was looking at him eagerly.

Li Mengxi felt very hungry, his stomach growled, and the hunger in his belly was like burning.

Although, from a rational point of view, it is not easy to squeeze in when the crowd is so crowded, and my body is obviously still a child. If I squeeze in hard, I may be beaten again, and I will not be able to get food.

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However, when he saw the skinny little kid who called him brother pouting and looking eager to eat, Li Mengxi suddenly felt that it was okay for him to be hungry for two meals, and he couldn't bear to let his brother be so hungry.

"Wait, I'm going to grab the food." Li Mengxi touched his brother's head, took the bamboo tube, and started to squeeze in.

His strength was limited by his body. His body became smaller and turned into a child. Li Mengxi felt very uncomfortable.

He buried his head and just squeezed in.

"I'm going to die!" A yellow scarf soldier who was squeezed by Li Mengxi cursed angrily, with a fierce expression.

You had to grab food, and after squeezing for a long time, Li Mengxi finally made it to the front. It wasn't that there was no one in front, but that there was no food in the pottery jar.

When Li Mengxi arrived at the front, there was only a thin layer of porridge left in the Tao Wengli. It was impossible to scoop it up. Even so, there were still some adults who wanted to grab the porridge.

Seeing that the porridge had been distributed, the yellow scarf sergeant who was responsible for distributing the porridge didn't want to bother him, so he carried Tao Weng and prepared to leave.

"Uncle, can you let me scrape a spoonful of rice with a spoon? My brother hasn't eaten anything for a day."

Only then did the two yellow turban sergeants stay. In front of Tao Weng, stood a thin and short young boy.

When they saw the boy, the two armored yellow turban sergeants were a little surprised.

They were surprised that the camp was full of yellow scarves, and everyone looked dull and indifferent, but this little boy was smiling. It was not a smile that was pretending to be flattering or deliberately trying to please, but a very natural smile that made people see it.

One light.

In the aftermath of war and chaos, the Yellow Turban Army is more appropriately called the Yellow Turban refugees than the Yellow Turban Army. There are old women and children in the Yellow Turbans, and so on. All the Yellow Turban refugees are in roughly the same mental state, numb and confused.

All the Yellow Turbans in the camp were lifeless, but for a moment I saw the young man smiling, especially the young man's eyes, which seemed to be glowing, with vitality and vitality that was completely different from the other Yellow Turban refugees.

Li Mengxi called him uncle, which was very polite.

As the saying goes, it's not surprising that people are polite to many people. Just because Li Mengxi was polite, the two Yellow Turban soldiers who were responsible for dividing the meal hesitated for a moment. One of them, a slightly kind-looking Yellow Turban soldier, bent down and tilted the pottery jar with one hand.

I wanted to gather together the few bits of porridge in the urn and then scoop it out to Li Mengxi.

Li Mengxi quickly moved the bamboo tube over.

There was really not much porridge left, so the kind-hearted uncle in the yellow turban scooped out more porridge in the urn, but he couldn't scoop out the porridge anymore, so the bamboo tube was filled with more than half of the porridge.

The bamboo tube is not as thick as tea. If the porridge is half in a bowl, it is only half a bowl.

Li Mengxi thanked the uncle who helped him serve the porridge again and again, and then happily carried the bamboo tube to his younger brother, asking him to eat first.

"Brick... Brick," Li Mengxi smiled happily and handed the bamboo tube in his hand to his younger brother, "Here, there is something to eat."

Li Mengxi asked his younger brother to drink the porridge, but he refused. He shook his head stubbornly. He raised his head, looked at Li Mengxi with his big eyes, and said in a sweet voice, "Brother, do you have to eat first?"

Li Mengxi was stunned for a moment, then smiled, and then felt warm in his heart.

Although, we only got along for less than two days.

Li Mengxi looked at his younger brother carefully. He was a dirty little baby, wearing Hanfu-style linen clothes. The clothes were very large, and the clothes were also dirty. They were tied with a straw rope to prevent the clothes from being too loose.

Unable to think of himself, Li Mengxi didn't know how he was dressed, but looking at his younger brother, Li Mengxi roughly understood what he looked like.

There is an ancient story about Kong Rong giving up pears, and Kong Rong giving up pears happened in the late Han Dynasty.

Unexpectedly, my younger brother is also so sensible that it makes people feel distressed. With such a small amount of gruel, my younger brother who can't even speak clearly will let me eat the gruel first.

There is not much porridge. It is not enough for one person, and even less for two people.

Li Mengxi picked up the bamboo tube, smoked it, and pretended to take a few big sips and drink with gusto.

Then, he handed the bamboo tube to his younger brother and said, "Okay, brother, eat it and give the rest to you." Li Mengxi gave the bamboo tube to his younger brother.

At this time, the younger brother felt relieved and stretched out his little hand to take the bamboo tube, and then wolfed down the porridge as if drinking water.

After finishing the porridge, his younger brother Brick looked like he was not full yet and went to lick the porridge water on the edge of the bamboo tube. Li Mengxi looked a little sad and turned his head away without showing any trace.

Looking around, in the camp, there were all the Yellow Turban Army soldiers who had eaten and were sitting on the ground, looking lazy and without energy.

The yellow cloth strips on the heads of the Yellow Turban Soldiers were so black from sweat and dust that they could hardly be seen to be yellow. Looking at these Yellow Turban Soldiers wearing yellow turbans, Li Mengxi had an extremely unreal feeling.
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