Chapter 158： Residents settlements (1/2)

The weather is getting cold.

When the giant sky is volley, the clouds appear sly and illusory. More and more gray-yellow markings appear in the sky when the day and night alternate. The stars are cold and bright. There are indications that this will be a bit colder than in previous years. Winter.

It is difficult for people who are homeless to survive this winter.

"Red Nose Tom" holds a bundle of dry wood that is not easy to collect, limping on the way back to the settlement, the cold wind of the frosty month blowing from the north, rolling around the sparse forests and low hillsides Blow on the face and pour it into the collar, so that he seems to be soaked in a basin of chilled cold water.

He is a young man who is only 17 years old. According to Ansu's law, he is an adult. However, long-term malnutrition makes him as thin and short as most of his peers. He looks like a minor, only the rough hair. The black face and the numb eyes can reveal his true age and reveal his harsh living environment.

He can already see the settlement, which is said to be a settlement. In fact, it is a small camp in the southern forest. Even the camp is very stubborn: some low-trunken tents and piles of stones gather here. With a circle of equally broken fences and thorns, a little bit of the veins that the Tanzanite mine extended to the southeast formed a low barrier here, barely providing the most basic shelter for the poor people hiding here. The cold wind, let the winter come later, let the people here live a little longer.

Tom walked into the camp with dry firewood and saw a pair of indifferent eyes. There were twenty-six and one hundred and two people gathered here, but the number was one hundred and nines a few days ago. Most people are refugees who have escaped from the vultures. A flood there has left these people homeless. The rest are from the viscounts of the South. They lost their land and lost their shelter for various reasons. poor.

They wandered between cities or villages, were driven, plundered, killed by local lords or local beasts, or died of cold and hunger, and the south was barren, and most of the land was difficult to support more people. For those nobles who only know how to scrape blood and sweat from the land and serfs, any refugee who wanders into their own territory is a disgusting mouth that needs to be eaten, so the displaced people can only choose to be in the wilderness. settle down".

Tom found his place to settle. It was a tattered little tent. This is a very good situation, because not every family has tents. Many people have lost almost all their belongings in exile. They only Can sleep in a tree root or a stone nest, wrapped in tattered clothes or a pile of weeds, and Tom can still have a small tent sheltering from the wind, completely because of his machete and bow with his sister. Still on the body.

The fire in front of the tent had been extinguished, but it was not yet in the night, so Tom took the firewood into the tent and waited for the eyes to adjust to the darkness inside. He saw a pair of bright eyes looking at himself in the dark.

"Sister," Tom looked at the dark-haired girl. "I didn't find the mushroom, I only found these firewood."

The dark-haired girl just snorted and suddenly said a few seconds later: "The two children of the Pom family are starving."

"...oh," Tom whispered, sitting down in the darkness, and whispered after a few seconds. "Today...do you eat?"

The brunette girl started to stay again, and Tom couldn’t help but feel a little ominous premonition, but after a short while, the brunette girl suddenly moved halfway and figured out that the same thing was lost.

It was a small pheasant with a fresh **** smell, but in a tent filled with all kinds of odors, Tom was completely unaware of its existence.

A thin pheasant is not enough to fill the stomachs of the two brothers and sisters, especially if they can only eat this meal every day, but this still makes Tom feel refreshed: compared to roasted mushrooms and roasted moss Meat can help people stay longer in this colder weather. He is delighted: "You hit something?! We don't have to be hungry today!"

"When you go out and give the chicken a hair loss, bring the hunting knife," the brunette girl said faintly. "There is a conspicuous place."

"Yeah!" Tom nodded hard, but as he became more comfortable with the darkness in the tent, he finally noticed the abnormality in his sister. She always lie in the corner in a weird posture, and the power of speaking is obviously not as normal. Tom took the ominous premonition and went forward. He finally saw the blood around his sister's shoulder and the arm that could not hang on his side. "Sister, are you injured?!"

"Bound by a wild dog, hurt the ribs," the voice of the brunette girl finally trembled. "I can't hunt."

As if a bucket of ice water poured from the head, Tom couldn't take the knife from the head to the sole of the foot for a moment, and couldn't pull the bow. The injury of the arm meant that the only sister who could go hunting in the forest lost the ability to get food, and this also It means that they are both dead...

Everyone is hungry, there can be no one to help their younger siblings. For those who have lost everything, even a small injury on the hands and feet and a short period of loss of labor are fatal. Threat!

What's more, people who are bitten by wild dogs are extremely susceptible to infection, and in this case, once infected, it is impossible to save them.

"I..." Tom bit his teeth and made up his mind, "I will bring a bow and arrow tomorrow..."

"Don't go," said the brunette girl with a strong tone. Her eyes fell on Tom's feet. "If you go, you can't come back. Going to the woods to hunt can be different from the firewood nearby!"

Tom is not a natural scorpion. His leg was interrupted by the knight of the lord's house, because the knight went to church to listen to the sermon. The priest of the blood sect said that only the hand of a man was interrupted to make martial arts and Courage broke through the bottleneck, so the Cavaliers did not hesitate to interrupt Tom's leg and compensated for the half-pocket wheat.

"I will put a trap," Tom insisted. "I remember how to tell the traces of bears and wolves, and will circumvent..."