The Buddhist Cannon Fodder of Seventies [MTL]

Chapter 1 Eating Meat

In early spring in March, in Dahe Village, which originally had abundant water resources, the large willow trees along the river were all dying with their leaves drooping. The rice in the field has not yet headed, and it is the time when it is not harvested.

The farmers were all skinny and skinny, with no food in their stomachs and weak in their work. Even though the captain of the production team roared at the top of his lungs, he kept running backwards.

The thin woman on the ground straightened up and shouted: "Foolish old Liu, you were the one who said you wanted to open a canteen so that everyone could have a full meal, but you stopped it after just one year and asked us to do it again." Let's go home and cook, but you took away all my pots and made steel, so what should I use for cooking?"

As the captain of the brigade, the deflated old Liu was sprayed with a black nose and a swollen face. However, it was an elder who scolded him, so he had to persuade him in a good voice: "Third Aunt, calm down. If you don't have a pot, just use a clay pot. A living person can still be urinated." Damn it, we are doing this for the sake of nation building."

"Bah, let alone the two bags of food you gave me, I'm full. My family drinks water every day. They can be used as mirrors. How can you have the energy to work without food? Are you? I want my wife to die from exhaustion just like Gu Mingdong's wife!"

When Gu Mingdong's wife was mentioned, the old Liu's face turned ugly, and he shouted in a rough voice: "She gave birth to a child and failed to raise it well, not because she was exhausted from working."

He added: "We can't just stop working before we have enough to eat. Where will the food come from if we don't work?"

"Third Aunt, I have to criticize you for your low consciousness. We work not for ourselves, but for the party and the people. We poor and lower-middle peasants are not afraid of hardship and tiredness. We grit our teeth and focus on production. This is a public matter. "

After raising the flag, the third aunt did not dare to say anything, turned around and continued working.

Only then did the deflated old Liu silence his voice. He was also worried about what was going on with the old Gu family. Logically speaking, the old Gu family were orphans of martyrs and the village had to take care of them. However, food is expensive these days. Fortunately, there was a disaster last year. How could there be any? Where is the food to feed them?

That fool Gu Mingdong is also useless. If you have the ability to marry a wife, don't let others starve to death!

It's better now. People are dead. What's the use of crying all the time? If you have the strength, you might as well go out to work early to support the remaining brothers, sisters and twin sons. If this continues, the remaining children won't be able to support them either!

Frustrated old Liu was worried and planned to go to Lao Gu's house after work to persuade him. Everyone was dead and the living had to live their lives, but they couldn't just lie at home all the time!

Either sympathy, ridicule, or contempt, Gu Mingdong on the hilltop to the east knew nothing about it.

Gu Mingdong was lying in the grass, staring intently at a hidden cave. Suddenly, a furry head came out.

The thin man rushed over like a bolt of lightning, rolled over, and got a hare with its neck pinched.

After getting the hare, Gu Mingdong felt his eyes go dark and his whole body was shaking.

This body is so hungry that it's damaged to the core. Even with his strong mental power, it's still too much for him at the moment.

He sat down and took a few breaths. When the dark clouds in front of his eyes faded, Gu Mingdong got up and walked to the back of the mountain. He lit a fire on the spot and skinned the hare and roasted it.