[BL] I Focus on My Career In Dog Blood Plots

Chapter 57-58

Chapter 57

"My father is gone, he said to leave rations for the children." The couple was crying, and their children were crying too. The old man in the crowd, who was also inconvenient to walk, looked at the corpse hanging there, wondering what he was thinking.

An Yinong also looked at the corpse, and his heart was empty.

The villagers walked for more than ten days, and several died on the way, starved, sick, and even nearly died of thirst.

After two years of severe drought, they paid great attention to the problem of drinking water. Every household had a water container in their car. As long as they saw water on the road, they would collect it and use it after sedimentation.

But the land is too dry, even if you walk along the water source, you can't see water every day. At the most extreme time, An Yinong saw a man save his urine, and then...

Of course he heard that the middle part of urine can be drunk as an extreme measure when water is scarce. But he couldn't make that determination.

An Yinong has also tried many ways to obtain water in the wild, such as using the temperature difference to distill groundwater vapor in places with dense vegetation and high humidity.

All failed without exception. Knowing and knowing how to survive in the wild are two different things.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the sky to begin to snow, and the snow could melt into water, so no one in the team died due to lack of water.

When the weather turned cold, the villagers put on the thickest cotton-padded clothes, and An Yinong even put on a hat and cotton-padded shoes.

This is not enough. The wind with snowflakes blowing on the face is like a knife. Many people's faces are blown and their hands are swollen. If you burn the fire at night, it will be very itchy.

An Yinong wrapped his face with a thick scarf, only showing his eyes, and sewed a pair of gloves for himself with the remaining leather.

To sew the gloves, he pricked his fingers with blood.

Without the health halo, An Yinong felt like he was dying on the road.

Others had no such luck, their faces split from the cold and frostbite on their hands and feet.

Snow fell on the shoes, and the body temperature turned into snow water. The snow water entered the cotton shoes. After walking down one day, the feet were so cold that they could not feel it.

Impatient people go directly to the fire at night to roast their feet, only to get frostbite on their feet. Only later did they learn to soften their frozen hands and feet before going to the fire.

An Yinong, who was outside the crowd, put down the grass curtain to block the view of others, and only dared to take off his scarf and hat. Compared with other people, his complexion is really too good, so he has to wrap up tightly.

It has only been ten days, and the mental outlook of the villagers has completely changed.

They stopped talking and laughing, their faces were expressionless, and there was no light in their eyes. Even if there is a campfire around at night, no one speaks.

Food has been dwindling, and the sense of crisis has been increasing.

If you eat less, you can't walk, and it's a dead end to stay. If you eat too much, you will have no food in the future, which is also a dead end. Feed the old man, and the child will cry with hunger. If you feed it to a child, the old man will die.