Qi Yu Millennium

After waking up from freezing several times and falling asleep several times, the sky finally dawned. He opened his eyes in confusion and felt a severe headache. The burning sensation in his throat indicated that he had a cold.

Struggling to stand up and looking for a branch to light the fire, I ate the pancakes and began to think about how to live the next few days. At the moment, I still have two pieces of highland barley pancakes and half a bottle of mineral water. I have been trained to survive in the wild, and I won’t starve to death after staying in the wild for half a month. As for the two bundles of Indian rupees, they are still useless. First, there are no people here, and second, even if there are people, I dare not just go there to buy food.

I simply ate and got up and headed south by myself, looking for plant roots that can satisfy my hunger while on the road. Unfortunately, I didn’t see any edible plants after walking a few miles, and I didn’t know many plants yet, so I couldn’t find food. I frowned completely. It seems that my life will not be easy in the next ten days. The methods of identifying plants taught by the army are useless here. I compiled it from common plants, who would have thought that I would go to other countries to survive in the wild.

Raise your hand and pinch your fingers to sense the breath in your body, and find that your aura is much thicker than before. Within two days, you will definitely be able to recover the red aura. As long as you have the red aura, you can cast some low-level spells, and the red aura is still good. Brace yourself for night vision.Thinking of this, I feel very relieved, the days without Ziqi are really unbearable.

The area bordering India and China is a landform of gravel mountains and forests. The woods are full of various weeds. In addition, there are many vines. Fortunately, the terrain is higher and there is no dew, otherwise the clothes would have been wet up.Even so, the feeling of walking through the grass is completely different from that of walking in the forest. It takes time and effort to walk, and it has only traveled more than [-] miles by noon.

As soon as the amount of activity increases, I will be hungry quickly. I took out the highland barley pancakes and looked at them and put them back. There are only two pancakes left. I really don’t want to waste it, because I didn’t find anything that could satisfy my hunger along the way. plant.There are two reasons for this situation. One is because I have limited knowledge of plants at high altitudes. The other is that it is summer, and the tubers from last winter have basically germinated and emptied, while the fruits have not yet grown up.

In the next few days, I lived a very hard life. I traveled fifty or sixty miles a day with only a piece of bread to satisfy my hunger. I was dizzy and dizzy when I was hungry.Fortunately, I found a water source in the mountains and forests to solve the problem of water diversion. Although I was hungry, I was not thirsty.And on the morning of the third day, the aura finally returned to the red aura, and he pinched the Fengxing command to speed up the movement greatly.

On the afternoon of the third day, I used the Concentration Art to finally discover the human body's breath thirty miles away. Judging from the distribution and quantity, it should be a large village.

This discovery immediately made me very happy. Some people have food. I can go and observe first. If they have a fierce folk style and don’t like outsiders, I can wait for the opportunity to steal some food.If they were kinder, I still had two large bundles of Indian rupees that I could go to and exchange for food.

Thinking of this place, I can't help but feel good. With food, I will be fine for the remaining few days. If I stay quietly for ten days, my purple qi can recover. It seems that the hard days are finally over.

He walked towards that village quickly and excitedly. In the evening, he finally saw the village he had seen before. He was immediately disappointed when he saw it. Judging from the number of people he saw earlier, this village should be very popular. Big is right, but when I got closer, I found that the village was not as big as I imagined, and it didn't have the neat houses I imagined. There were more than a dozen buildings like barns and many children were playing around. Most of the women cook in pots at the door of the shed, while the men water a green crop in the field not far away.

"It turns out that Indian women look like this." I lay down in the grass and said to myself.I have seen Indians on TV and movies before, and I feel that Indian women are white and exotic, but these women in front of me are not like that at all. The skin color on their faces can be dark or not It's not yellow, it's not gray, it looks like mouse skin.The figure is not the kind of water snake waist at all, but rather loose and bloated. The clothes on his body are more like gaudy sheets. The upper one wraps the chest and shoulders, and the lower one wraps the buttocks and thighs. Only the middle part is exposed. Bucket waist and navel, a big scarf was wrapped around the face on a hot day, and the fan used to fan the wind in my hand was lifted up from time to time to fan myself twice. I was very puzzled in my eyes, they Is it hot or cold?

The skin of the children who were playing was also dark brown, but their spirits were quite big. Although they were dressed in tatters, it did not affect their interest in playing the broken basketball that had already exploded as a football, chirping. Running around playing basketball, and those women who are cooking will turn their heads and yell from time to time. Naturally, I can’t understand a word of their rambling and awkward words, but judging from their tone, it should be Instruct children not to kick the ball into their own pot while playing.

I stretched my head and looked for a long time before I retracted my gaze, and then I was stunned for a long time. If it weren’t for the clothes of those women with obvious Indian characteristics, I would have doubted whether I had come to an indigenous tribe in Africa. Why are Indians poor? After thinking about it again and again, I finally realized that this place is probably a slum.

Although the living conditions of the residents in this slum are worrying, I did not feel sorry for them. People's way of life is determined by themselves, who makes them so poor and able to survive.On the contrary, I am a little lucky that I have met such a group of poor people, because what the poor lack most is money. Although I don’t know how the prices in India are, my two bundles of Indian rupees are in denominations of 100 Indian rupees. It costs more than [-] yuan, and it should be possible to exchange a meal for a meal.

After making up his mind, he bravely left the woods and headed to the village below. After reaching the village, a foul smell came over his face. It turned out that this low bush was their toilet.Looking at the filth all over the floor, I couldn't help but frown again. Why didn't this group of people even have a toilet.

According to my past experience, children are always the easiest to get along with, so the first thing I get close to is the group of children who are playing football.

The buttons on my clothes have long since fallen off, my chest and belly are covered with scars, and my long hair is disheveled. In all fairness, if I am not hungry, I will definitely not see people like this. The image of the child was too scary, so before getting close to the child, he took out a few Indian rupees from his arms and put them in his hand, and then leaned forward cautiously.

Soon a child spotted me and yelled to tell the other companions of my existence. Seeing this, I hurriedly stopped moving, raised my hand and shook the banknotes in my hand, and at the same time managed to squeeze out a kind smile.

Who knew it was okay if I didn't laugh, this smile actually scared the children who were looking sideways at me and ran away screaming like beehives, and the women who were cooking also heard the children's cry After the shouting, he found me, put down the spoon in his hand and yelled at the men who were working in the fields not far away.

The sharp cries of many women frightened me before calling back those men. In panic, I could only shake the banknotes in my hand while pointing at the steaming cauldrons, indicating that I did not mean anything malicious. Came here just to buy their food.

In all fairness, the smell of food coming from those big pots is not the sauce or oil that we are usually familiar with, but a pungent smell with a hot and sour smell, but this pungent smell has been hungry for four days. The five-day me smelled very attractive, so although I knew that the men might be rough on me when they came back, I still had the courage to stay.

Soon the men rushed back after hearing the shouts of their mothers-in-law and children. To be honest, the posture of twenty or thirty men running together is still very scary. The man was also extremely dazed, so in order to prevent the other party from mistaking me for a savage, he put the banknote on the ground and backed away a little.

After the group of men ran back to the village, they found me standing on the edge of the village according to the direction the girls were pointing at. The cauldron for cooking shows his purpose.

As long as animals live in groups, they will have a leader, and so will humans.Soon, an old man with high eyebrows and scars came out of the crowd on the opposite side. After walking over, the old man picked up the banknotes on the ground and looked at me sideways.

Although our Ziyang Temple is not good at face-to-face skills, but this old man's appearance makes people know that he is not a kind person.Even so, I smiled and nodded while facing his gaze.

The scar-faced old man looked at me for a while, then turned to shout.

The Hindi dialect was extremely fast, and I couldn't understand what he said at all, so I could only point to the cauldrons again, and made a gesture of eating instead.

Seeing that I didn't answer him, the old man walked over with a pick in his hand, stopped five steps away from me, wrinkled his nose and looked at me.

Seeing this, I quickly pointed to the clothes I was wearing, and then raised my hand to brush away the hair covering my face, indicating that I am not a savage.

Who knew that it would be okay if I didn't twirl my hair. After I slid my hair back, the old man became agitated instantly when he saw my face clearly.

Although I don't know what this guy said, but I can hear the anger contained in his words, and his fingers are bouncing and jumping in the east, and he raises his fingers to point to the scar on his face from time to time, so I noticed this The scars on the old man’s face are wide and shallow. Usually only bullets can cause such scratches. Thinking of this, I quickly understood the reason for his anger: this old man must have experienced that in the late 50s and early 60s Sino-Indian war, he hates Chinese.

Sure enough, after hearing what he said, the people behind the old man rushed towards me with all kinds of agricultural tools, and it seemed that they wanted to avenge the old man.

If I had enough food and drink at the moment, it would not be a problem to hit him three or five times with the grappling and fighting of the troops. It is a pity that my hungry chest is stuck to my back, and I am shaking even when I walk, so I still have the strength to fight. Seeing everyone rushing towards him, he could only turn around and run away with his hands pinched.

Fatherland, I have disgraced you...