What kind of person is that? Si Fan never thought he had seen such a person from film and television works or photos.

They were skinny, with little flesh on their faces, and they lay outside the hole of the field mouse with longing eyes.

The fear of the people in other cities in the city has become a delicious dish that makes them happy. As long as they can catch a nest of voles, their stomachs will not be hungry today. Their bodies are covered with mud, their eyes are a little hollow, and they have no ambitions. Their only ambition is to have a full meal tonight. As for tomorrow's time, they never think about it.

That voles are their dream.

That's all, dreams belong to people who can fill their stomachs. When their stomachs are not full, their dreams will be broken.

Far away on the other side, Si Fan sat in the wheat field. The ground was very soft and there were countless wheats sitting down. Si Fan, who didn't care much, seemed to have turned into needles, and his butt hurt. Life was so nonsense. I just felt like I didn't feel anything about me. It seemed that everything had nothing to do with me.

Now I saw the child in the distance, with a hunched and thin figure, and his arms, which seemed to be like a reed pole, might break at any time.

He didn't pay attention to anything. It didn't matter that Si Fan was sitting on the river bank and crushing a piece of wheat seedlings. It was not his. He didn't dare to come over, just wanted to grab the food in front of him.

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

The people on the other side couldn't have enough food, but the wheat fields on this side were only a small part of that, and a large amount of fields were still pastures and had 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 small slope opposite shows what is happening here. Even their eating has become a problem. This slope may be his biggest gain in recent days. Several possible voles are their targets.

Although the little guy is thin and more patient than ordinary people, he seems to be an old hunter for many years and has rich experience. He just waits quietly and waits for the appearance of his prey.

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

A little sound came from the entrance of the cave, which was the sound of the field mouse inside.

After the sound came out, he had a happy look on his face, hung a broken net bag at the entrance of the hole, and made a knot.

I don’t know what the knot was, and then I buried it completely. Behind me was a bucket that should have been broken, which was burned with fire and then blocked with a soft plastic bag.

It seems that it can still be used now, but the quality has dropped too much, so he used this bucket to fill half a bucket of water and poured it into a cave next to it.

It is said that the cunning rabbit has three holes, and the rats are not honestly just one hole. They have many holes.

After finding several holes, the thin boy blocked them all, leaving only the hole of the net pocket and another hole near the river.

The guy suddenly tried to use all his strength to scoop water quickly with the bucket.

Si Fan believed that this child had taken out all his strength. His thin body could not burst out with too much power. He had no strength after just three or four buckets of water. The broken bucket also began to lie slowly on the stream.

He had already lost his skills, but the cave had indeed been washed in by water, and the entrance of the cave was also covered by him desperately.

Just a few meters across the river, Si Fan had heard the desperate scream of the field mouse, and a furry figure rushed out from the direction with a net bag.

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

Seven or eight voles were caught in the net bag.

The little boy had no time to think about anything else. He grabbed the bottom of the net bag and threw the voles with a stone.

What a hell of cuteness, what a funny cuteness, in his eyes, this is a delicious meal, and it may be exchanged for some food. This is meat, which contains jealous fat.

He knocked all the voles out of their eyes with jealousy. Even if they pretended to be dead, he would smash them with a stone. Then he took his broken bucket and put them all in it, then put the lid on it, and finally tied them all with a thin rope.

This is his best gain?

Of course not, this is a voles. If they are mice, they are inevitably a habit, which is to steal things.

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

In a short while, you can see the rat nest below.

He took out a little bit of food from it.

That was really a little bit, but just the little bit in Si Fan's eyes was probably a few pounds. In China, the food that can be earned in half an hour was more important than the sky in the eyes of this child. He cherished the food in another pocket and was very careful.

After all the things were done, he patted his chest, as if he was relieved.

After a slap of his already shriveled body, the loose clothes were even more close to his body. You could see that his body was not much fleshy at all.

The dysplasia body must be calcium-deficient, so its bones are very small, as if they can be broken by light.

Compared with the strong bodies of those officials, he was just a reed stick, but he began to catch little field mice in the fields to make a living.

Si Fan on the other side looked at the food he brought with him. They were several energy bars. This thing was usually used to replenish energy, and there were two self-heating hot pots in his bag. This thing was even simpler, it was for an outing lunch.

To Si Fan, these things are not particularly precious, but to that child, they may be rare.

He really couldn't let himself sit here and eat hot pot and watch the child opposite him fall into hunger.

I looked at the child opposite and patted my actually shriveled belly.

"I'm still not going to have lunch. Let's go back and eat. He needs these rations even more." Si Fan said in a low voice.

He looked at his bag and finally took out a paper bag from it. There was really no such thing as a plastic bag on his body. He stuffed all the food he could carry with him and looked at the other side.

"Hey!" shouted loudly.

The child looked like a frightened bird and wanted to run away quickly.

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

He believed that this smart child should know what it was to go and see.
Chapter completed!