Douluo Continent: What should I do if I don't have a cheat system?

Chapter 237 Jerry's First Step in the Technological World: Escaping Famine

Jerry is going to the tech world, where everyone is just an ordinary person and there's more human warmth there.

Upon entering the technological world, he first assigned himself an identity, and then sealed away his memories of Douluo Continent.

After his memories were sealed, Jerry immediately fainted.

This is a technological world, and the world today is much like the Earth in the 1950s.

Moreover, this place has only recently experienced a world war, and all countries are at the beginning of a peaceful era, striving for development.

One of these countries is quite similar to China, and it is called Huaguo.

Jerry chose the identity of China because it made him feel closer to the country.

When he regained consciousness, he was in the wilderness, surrounded by many people, but they were unaware that Jerry had appeared.

Jerry opened his eyes, looking a little dazed for a moment. After lying on the ground for a long time, he slowly regained his senses.

Looking around, there were about fifty people, men, women, and children, all dressed in shabby clothes, somewhat like those worn in rural areas in the 1950s.

Among these people, some were in groups of three or five, while others were alone.

At this moment, they lit many bonfires and roasted hard white bread over the flames.

What's going on here?

I've time-traveled! I'm a modern person who just found a job and hadn't even started working when I time-traveled.

Could it be that you stayed up too late reading a novel last night and haven't woken up yet?

With that thought in mind, Jerry lay down again.

I kept thinking, "Wake up, wake up."

Then I opened my eyes and found myself still here.

I lay down again, and after a while, I opened my eyes again; I was still here.

Is he not going to wake up?

Jerry raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face.

Ouch, that really hurts!

I'm not dreaming, I've actually traveled through time.

After repeated attempts, Jerry became certain that he had indeed time-traveled, and it seemed he had traveled to a poor era.

Just then, an old man not far away walked towards Jerry.

The old man had a thick beard, greasy hair, and his face was marked by the passage of time. His full head of silver hair showed that he was already in his sixties or seventies.

His attire was heartbreaking: a gray cotton-padded coat and trousers, covered in patches and shiny with grease, clearly indicating they hadn't been washed in a long time.

His steps were somewhat unsteady, each one heavy and weary.

As the old man got closer to Jerry, a strong stench of sweat wafted over, almost making Jerry vomit.

The old man walked up to Jerry, looked him over, and said, "Young man, are you hungry? Did you run out of rations? You're so young, you eat a lot. I have a baked flatbread here, just warmed up, you can have it!"

After the old man finished speaking, he stretched out a calloused hand and handed Jerry a yellowish-brown baked flatbread.

Jerry was stunned. He didn't say anything, nor did he take the pancake.

Seeing this, the old man was a little unhappy and shoved the flatbread into Jerry's hand.

"Young man, don't be shy, eat up! You look like you come from a wealthy family. Your family must have suffered a disaster. Everyone is fleeing famine now. You're lucky if you have any food at all. Don't be picky."

Seeing you reminds me of my grandson, who was about your age. He fell seriously ill while fleeing the war and passed away a few days later.

"These days, many families are out of food. Hearing that the capital is rich, they all rush here. Many people starve to death on the way. My grandson was also unlucky; he fell ill while fleeing the famine."

"Young man, judging from your appearance, you've never suffered any hardship. It's a blessing that you've lived this long. I just saw you lying down and getting up repeatedly; you must be starving and unable to sleep."

"Hang in there for just one more day. By this time tomorrow, we'll be in the capital. I have four sesame seed cakes here. You can eat one now, and I'll give you another one tomorrow. That way, we can both make it to the capital alive. Don't complain about them."

"I don't have much food either. If I had met someone like you a few days ago, I wouldn't have given you any. Don't blame me or anyone else. These days, everyone is starving. If I gave you food, they might be the ones who starve to death. You're lucky. You'll arrive tomorrow, and I happen to have four sesame seed cakes left."

"Once we reach the capital, everyone will survive!"

"Eat your sesame seed cake quickly, or someone will take it from you because you're small."

After the old man finished speaking, he sat down on the ground next to Jerry and started eating the sesame seed cake.

Jerry felt very wronged. How did he end up in such an era where he couldn't even get enough to eat? But he quickly accepted reality.

When Jerry first transmigrated to Douluo Continent, it took him a long time to accept it, but now he accepted it in no time. It was the divinity that was influencing him.

Although Jerry sealed his memories of Douluo Continent, he did not seal his memories of his past life.

Because he was preparing to enter the small world in his true form, and he's not a child anymore, if all his memories were sealed, wouldn't he become an idiot?

This is why Jerry now feels like he's traveled through time.

Jerry looks very young, with fair and smooth skin, showing no signs of aging. By worldly standards, Jerry looks about fifteen or sixteen years old, perhaps because he had a better life in the past, except that he is a bit tall.

Jerry's divine nature was mainly due to his cultivation into a god in the Douluo Continent, and it took millions of years for him to gradually lose his humanity.

Because of these memories, divinity was born. Jerry sealed off the memories of Douluo Continent, which also indirectly sealed off most of the divinity.

However, some divine qualities still shine through, making Jerry seem taciturn, reserved, and unapproachable.

It's just that the old man is old, hospitable, and has seen a lot. Also, Jerry is about the same age as his grandson, and thinking about his grandson's situation, he came over and gave Jerry a cake.

Jerry took the yellowish-brown biscuit, slowly brought it to his mouth, took a bite, and found it really hard and tasteless.

However, after listening to what the old man said, he understood the situation and forced himself to eat it.

The old man had already finished eating. After watching Jerry finish, he lay down on the ground next to him.

Jerry then began to examine himself. He was dressed in coarse linen clothes, only slightly better than the old man's. There were no patches, but it looked like he hadn't changed or washed them for several days, and they were starting to smell.

He was also carrying a package. When Jerry opened the package, the first thing he saw was an old-fashioned yellow notebook with a fountain pen clipped to it.

There was a set of clothes under the yellowed notebook, very clean, and next to the clothes was a bamboo box.

Jerry opened the bamboo box, inside was a small piece of baked bread, less than a quarter the size of the bread the old man had given him.

Jerry put down the bamboo box and opened the yellowed notebook; it turned out to be a diary.

At this moment, Jerry really wanted to complain. Others who transmigrate at least absorb some of their predecessor's memories, but he had nothing. The only good thing was that his predecessor wrote a diary.

Jerry knew his past personality, and in order to make his past self, who had sealed his memories, believe that he had traveled through time, he made detailed arrangements, but without making himself feel strange.

Moreover, Jerry's current appearance is different from his previous life. After his memories were sealed, it was easy for him to realize that he had transmigrated.

If it's a soul-transmigration, then the clothes, the wrappings, and so on, should of course be made the same as those of this era.

Jerry opened his diary and was surprised to find that he recognized all the words in this world.

It makes me think that even if someone is a transmigrator, they still retain some memories. They can recognize the words, but they don't remember their own upbringing at all.

The diary wasn't long, only about fifty or sixty pages. While the other refugees were resting, Jerry started reading the diary.

Perhaps because Jerry's soul is relatively strong, Jerry sealed off his cultivation and his divine sense, but the soul itself cannot be sealed off.

Therefore, Jerry read very quickly, skimming through the diary. He finished reading the fifty or sixty pages in less than twenty minutes, and he remembered it all.

Jerry couldn't help but marvel at how his memory had improved after the time travel, allowing him to remember everything he saw after just one glance.

According to the diary, the original name of this body was Li Aiguo, and he lived in Taoshu Village, Luobei Province. His father, Li Jianjun, was the only educated person in the village. He used to be a private school teacher in the town, but the private school closed down, so he returned to the village.

The village chief of Taoshu Village thought Li Jianjun was a scholar, so he found a dilapidated house in the village and asked Li Jianjun to teach the village children.

At first, Li Jianjun was unwilling because farming was still better in this era. However, the village chief persuaded everyone in the village that the village would collectively provide the grain, and Li Jianjun would only need to teach and would not have to farm.

After thinking about it, Li Jianjun agreed.

Later, he married a girl from the village named Sun Erya, which was both her formal name and nickname.

Not long after, Er Ya became pregnant, but she had a difficult childbirth.

The village's medical standards are too low; there's no hospital at all, and midwives are called "midwives" for childbirth.

Because of the difficult childbirth, the midwife only managed to save the baby; Sun Er Ya did not survive.

Sun Erya's death left Li Jianjun depressed for a long time. He had thought of going with Sun Erya, but he had a child to support, so he gritted his teeth and persevered.

The child was named Li Aiguo, which means "patriotic".

Li Aiguo was always by Li Jianjun's side, who taught him to read and write. Since his family didn't have any land to farm, Li Aiguo had never done any heavy work, which is why he was fair-skinned and clean-cut.

But fate can be unpredictable.

A drought has arrived.

The entire Taoshu Village has very little arable land; it mainly has many peach trees. Every year, the village's peaches are transported to the town to sell, along with some grain.

Now there's a drought, and the village is short of food; we can't buy any from outside.

The village distributed grain, so Li Jianjun's family ran out of food.

In search of food, Li Jianjun went to the back mountain to hunt rabbits to improve his life. Unfortunately, he didn't catch any rabbits and instead encountered wild boars, and wild boars with tusks at that.

The wild boars in the mountains were very ambitious. When they saw Li Jianjun, they charged straight at him and headbutted him in the stomach.

They pushed Li Jianjun directly down a small hill.

Seeing that the hillside wasn't easy to descend, the wild boar ran away.

Li Jianjun had two holes punched in his stomach, and when he fell down the hillside, he broke one of his legs.

Li Jianjun, who had been unconscious for more than half an hour, suddenly woke up, used his clothes to tighten the wound on his stomach, then found a tree branch to use as a crutch, and walked down the mountain step by step.

When he reached the village entrance, someone in the village finally saw his situation and quickly came forward to help.

As Li Jianjun learned about his situation, he had someone summon Li Aiguo.

He told Li Aiguo not to be sad, that he had originally wanted to go with Sun Erya, but he hadn't gone because of Li Aiguo.

Now that I am nearing the end of my life, the only thing I can't let go of is Li Aiguo.

He knew the situation in the village. Every family had many children, so it was impossible to adopt Li Aiguo. Besides, there wasn't enough food for them. Li Aiguo was 15 years old now, which was the time when he was growing and needed to eat a lot. The village had taken good care of his family over the years, and he didn't want to leave another child behind to be a burden on the village.

Li Aiguo had never done heavy work since childhood and didn't know how to farm. There was no future for him if he stayed in the village. Li Jianjun wanted Li Aiguo to go to a big city, where Li Aiguo, who was studying, would have a chance to use his talents.

The only food the family had was 20 sesame seed cakes, which he told Li Aiguo to take with him so they could flee to the capital.

Li Jianjun didn't know if 20 sesame cakes would be enough to get Li Aiguo to Beijing, but there was always a glimmer of hope, which was better than staying in the village.

After making his final arrangements, Li Jianjun breathed his last. He was able to drag his severely injured body back only because of his strong willpower. He was determined to come back and give Li Aiguo some answers. Now that he had done so, he could rest in peace.

With the help of the villagers, he was quickly buried under the largest peach tree in the peach grove. There are several other graves here, belonging to people who have contributed to the village.

Li Jianjun taught in the village for so many years, which is a great contribution, so the village chief arranged for him to be buried here.

Li Aiguo was about to flee famine, and the village gave him 20 sesame seed cakes, so he set off.

This journey lasted 34 days.

I wrote very few entries in my diary during those 34 days; I only wrote a few about things that happened while I was traveling.

On the 14th day, he encountered a group of refugees and then joined them.

On the 20th day, one of the refugees died. He had run out of food a few days earlier, and no one had shared any with him. Now he couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground, dying.

On the 23rd day, another child died, a boy about his age. He had fallen ill, and his grandfather had carried him for several days, but he died before reaching the capital.

On the 25th day, seven or eight people ran out of food and started stealing from others. However, the people they were robbed of were not to be trifled with. They carried a knife and stabbed three people. The others were frightened and left the group with the wounded.

On the 26th day, three people left.

On the 27th day, two people left.

On the 28th day, one person did not wake up the next day. People nearby checked on him and found that he had passed away.

On the 33rd day, I only had a small piece of food left. I didn't know how long it would take to reach the capital. Many people in the group said that we could arrive tomorrow, but tomorrow came and we were still on the road. Moreover, we were not getting enough to eat every day and felt our bodies getting weaker and weaker.

The diary ends here, probably on the 34th day. My body couldn't take it anymore, and while I was resting, I died. Then Jerry's soul came to me.

After seeing the contents, Jerry fully understood his identity.

Although he had just eaten a sesame seed cake, he now felt weak all over.

Suddenly, Jerry remembered the diary entry from day 33. Many people said they would arrive tomorrow, but were still on their way the next day. The old man just now said he would arrive tomorrow and even shared some pancakes with him.

It seems that "arriving tomorrow" is just a comforting slogan.

The old man and his grandson are gone, and now they've given me their sesame seed cakes.

Doesn't this old man know that these days, a pancake is a matter of life and death?

However, it is noon now and the sun is blazing. Traveling now would be a waste of energy, so everyone is resting, and no one knows how long they will rest.

Jerry estimated it was around five or six o'clock, the sun was almost setting, when someone in the group shouted, "Let's set off!"

Soon everyone slowly got up and headed in one direction to begin their journey.

Fifty or sixty people, walking at slightly different paces, formed a line that stretched for two or three hundred meters.

Jerry followed behind the old man, walking slowly.

This journey took all night. The weather was too hot during the day to travel easily, so most of the time was spent traveling at night when it was cooler.

I must say, the stars are really bright these days; you can even see the road at night.

The next day, around 10 a.m., the sun was already high in the sky, its scorching rays shining down on everyone.

The people ahead found a grove of trees and stopped, seemingly preparing to rest there.

People gradually arrived at the spot, when suddenly someone shouted that there was a river nearby.

As soon as this shout was uttered, those who were already exhausted ran towards the river.

Jerry also ran to the riverbank. By then, many people had already arrived and were lying down by the river, drinking water. Some even put their heads into the water to cool off.

Jerry didn't hesitate either, he lay down to drink water, and after drinking a lot of water, he lay down next to him, just like many other people did.

After drinking water, my strength gradually returned.

At this moment, Jerry looked at the river. It wasn't very deep, only about knee-deep, and there were some fish swimming around in it.

Upon seeing the fish, Jerry became very excited and shouted, "There are fish in the water!"

Jerry thought that after he shouted, many people would go down to catch fish, but in reality, no one went down.

The old man next to Jerry then told him that everyone was tired and that the fish were hard to catch.

Going to catch fish now would be a waste of energy, and you might not even catch any in the end.

After resting for half an hour, Jerry felt much stronger, but seeing the fish in the river, he was a little unwilling to give up.

Suddenly, it occurred to Jerry that someone in the group had a knife, and he had an idea.

Jerry found a stick in the nearby woods. It was a little over two meters long, not very straight, but close enough.

Jerry asked an old man if anyone had a knife, and the old man pointed to one. Jerry then grabbed a stick and ran over.

The man with the knife was around thirty years old, with a thick beard and a burly appearance. He used to be a butcher, so he always carried a butcher's knife with him.

People are starving these days, so where would they find pigs to slaughter? He thought the capital was rich and decided to go there to become a pig butcher.

Seeing Jerry running over with a stick, the butcher became cautious and immediately pulled out his butcher knife.

People had tried to rob him before because he had a lot of food.

Why didn't anyone rob Jerry? Jerry thought it was because he was young and tall, and they had seen his package while he was eating, and he hadn't eaten much.

Actually, Jerry wasn't even in the team a few days ago, and the diary was something Jerry arranged beforehand.

Seeing Jerry approaching with a stick, he assumed the tall and strong Jerry was also going to rob him, so he immediately brandished his butcher knife.

Seeing the butcher brandish his knife, Jerry quickly said, "Uncle, don't misunderstand, I'm not looking for trouble. I just saw some fish in the river, and I'm out of food. I wanted to stab the fish to eat, so I just wanted to borrow your knife to sharpen this stick of mine. I really didn't mean anything by it."

After hearing Jerry's words, the butcher looked at Jerry and realized that Jerry really didn't mean any harm. When he heard Jerry say that he had no food and wanted to stab fish, the butcher couldn't help but feel sorry for Jerry. It was all because of food.

But he wouldn't hand the knife to Jerry directly; it was his life-saving tool.

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