Eye of the Wasteland

Chapter 278 Cooking Without Rice
The cold wind and a bowl of steaming hot porridge can not only make people feel warm, but also make the hungry stomach feel warm and full for the first time.

In order to save the well-meaning homeless people in the parking lot from having to endure the cold wind, many residents of the shack area spontaneously gathered and began to help.

Some of them helped to watch the fire in the pot to prevent the precious grain from being overcooked, and some helped to carry the cloth bags containing grain and supplies.

In addition, residents of the shack area moved small tables and chairs from their homes to allow the homeless to sit and rest when they were busy.

It's just that another bag of rice was poured into the pot today, but the people in the shack area who were in charge of helping did not take the next bag of rice from the homeless people in the car.

The homeless standing in the carriage looked down at the waiting people, and then said helplessly, "We have no more rice."

Startled by these words, the people in the shack area who came to help were first taken aback, and then frowned.

They looked at each other briefly, and then saw helplessness and despair in the eyes of others around them.

Although they knew that the food for these homeless people could only eat one or two meals, but when the food for these homeless people really ran out, they still couldn't accept it.

At this moment, the homeless man bent down again, and then took out another box from the carriage.

Under the sign of the homeless man, the residents of the shack area gathered next to the carriage moved the box of things out of the carriage together.

It was only when the residents of the shack area put the box of things on the ground that they realized that the box of things was actually a lot of old-fashioned firearms put together.

Guns, so many guns?

After seeing the old-fashioned firearms in the box, the residents of the shack area looked curiously at the homeless man in the carriage.

And the wanderer then said to them: "I think you should know more or less, Mr. Wu from Wasteland Ranger, for that,"

"Nowadays, the merchants in the entire outer city of Fuyuan City are not willing to sell anything to the Wasteland Ranger because of the threats and lures of the Yang family and their influence."

"After we give you the food, we are going to protest in the outer city."

"But our wasteland rangers are just a small team of homeless people after all, and I'm afraid we won't be able to make any waves in the outer city of Fuyuan City."

"But if the number of Wasteland Rangers can be more, then we can make those who have trouble with us feel scared and make concessions."

"Do you still remember the saying in the age of civilization? There is strength in numbers, and only when we unite can we not be bullied by those damned guys."

"So, we Wasteland Rangers took out all our belongings, and hope that everyone can give us a good time at this time."

"Mr. Wu, Captain Chen and our wasteland ranger captains said that if you are willing to help us, as long as the wasteland ranger exists for a day, we can let you drink meat porridge."

Regarding the words of the homeless man in the carriage, the residents of the shack area immediately looked at each other, and then everyone showed complicated expressions on their faces.

At this moment, a wrinkled hand picked up an old-fashioned bolt-action rifle from the wooden box.

Seeing that someone took the initiative to pick up the gun, the people in the shack area looked at the old man curiously.

The old man has been helping here during this period of time, and he is also kind and amiable on weekdays. Everyone likes him very much. Unexpectedly, this old man was the first to pick up the gun in the box.

Pulling the bolt of the gun to check the inside of the gun, the old man smiled and said to the homeless in the carriage: "This gun is in good condition."

As he said that, the old man said to the other people present: "At least from these guns, it can be proved that the wasteland rangers are really planning to lead us to resist."

Hearing the old man's words, another middle-aged man present asked: "But if you take these guns, according to the rules of Fuyuan City, it is a rebellion."

Holding the bolt-action rifle in his hand, the old man smiled and replied: "Look, we only got the gun, but not the ammunition."

"If just holding a gun is called rebellion, does it count as a rebellion if I hold a knife or spit?"

"I think the boys of the wasteland ranger want us to give them a boost so that they have enough capital to negotiate with those damned wasteland nobles."

At this time, another middle-aged man asked curiously: "But, what if the wasteland ranger can't get along with those wasteland nobles?"

"They may settle accounts with us because we have helped wasteland games. We will definitely not be able to deal with those wasteland nobles then?"

The old man smiled and glanced at the middle-aged man who asked the question, and then glanced at the indifferent homeless man in the carriage.

"I thought, if the Wasteland Rangers couldn't agree, they'd give us bullets, right?"

"People are always going to die, but at least the old man, I don't want to die in the shack just so aggrieved."

"If I really want to die, old man, I also want to kill the two wasteland nobles with my own hands before I die."

After the old man said these words, he first glanced at the residents of the shack area who were all around showing astonishment, and then smiled and met the sight of the homeless man in the carriage.

Soon, people began to pick up old-fashioned rifles from the wooden box one after another.

Because many people are beginning to understand a truth.

People are always going to die.

The moment they pick up those guns, they can at least decide how they die.

And, they're not alone at the moment, maybe they don't have to die in this damn winter.

At the same time, in a magnificent residence in the inner city of Fuyuan, a young man in pajamas lying on a soft bed was violently overturning the dinner plate handed to him on the ground.

The dinner plate fell to the floor, the warm tea was spilled all over the floor, and those exquisite meals were also overturned on the ground.

"I won't eat, I won't eat, get out!"

"Get out, get out! Get out!"

"Young master, young master, please calm down, I'll go out now, I'll go out now..."

In the luxuriously decorated room, the woman's panicked voice and the man's roar also sounded.

When the woman cleaned up the mess in the room and came out, she almost knocked down the oncoming man in the corridor.

After seeing the man, the woman was so frightened that she held a messy dinner plate and pretended to kneel down: "Master."

However, at this moment, Yang Cheng didn't care too much, he just waved his hand to signal the woman to leave with the plate.

Looking at the room where curses and cursing were constantly coming from, Yang Cheng's face became more and more gloomy.

(End of this chapter)