The Leisurely Countryside of the Farmer’s Daughter-in-law

  Chapter 740 Crazy old man

  Koshantun, become the old man's home.

   Since last winter, the husband and wife could not afford to be sick, and they met Yang Lan'er at the end of their life.

  Although the old man Cheng didn't have time to ask his benefactor's name and family background at that time, the grace of saving his life was greater than the heavens.

   In the past two months, the benefactor gave me 50 catties of coarse grains, and the family of four barely survived with enough water.

  No, there is really nothing to eat at home, and the child is so hungry that he screams in the middle of the night.

  There are very few homeowners who need to hire workers during the famine year, not to mention that the first month has just passed, the snow has not melted, and the permafrost has not thawed.

  Instead of starving to death with the whole family, it is better to go out and try your luck, and entered the city today with the mentality of an old man trying it out.

  Maybe God was moved by his sincerity, and today he entered the city as an old man who is familiar with the road and went to the north of the city.

  Although the weather has warmed up, it is still bitterly cold for the thinly clad old man. This biting cold is not the most important thing.

   Today, the air in Pengcheng is filled with an uneasy factor. Cheng Laohan followed the ragged crowd all the way to Beicheng.

  The strange thing is that the crowd did not stop when they passed the relief point today, but rushed across the relief point and rushed into another cold and dilapidated street.

   What did he see at the end?

  The villagers rushed into a house that looked inconspicuous on the outside but was built very solidly inside.

  The fellow villagers said that this is the granary of the barbarians.

   May I ask, what will people do when they encounter the enemy's granary and are so hungry that they almost roll their eyes in a famine year?

   No need to answer, the instinct of survival is of course to smash the door and carry the food!

   At critical moments like this, it all depends on one's ability. It doesn't matter how much you can grab, but how much you can carry away is the real skill!

At the beginning, the old man did not dare to rush in with his hands and feet tied. When he saw the fellow villagers breaking through the wooden door of the last granary and pulling out the partition board under the granary, golden wheat grains rushed in like a flood. After passing through the crowd, the frontmost person was buried in the wheat pile in an instant.

  The buried people crawled out in a hurry!

   It's scary!

  Not starved to death, almost suffocated by food!

  Life is ironic enough!

   Now the crowd behind is boiling!

  Old man Cheng's eyes are green!

  It seemed that only he and piles of white flour steamed buns were left in the world.

  Become the last moral bottom line in the heart of the old man, and completely collapsed in front of the white flour steamed buns!

  He tore off the cloth bag at his waist and rushed into Maishan.

  But in an instant, the old man's bag can no longer be filled, what should I do?

  Bu Dai's food for a family of four won't last long. The most important thing is that he is standing on the grain mountain, but he can only take a fraction of it. How can he be willing?

  Old man Cheng's greed is no different from everyone else's at this time, and the villagers who rushed into the granary thought so.

what to do?

   It's too late to go home to get the basket and sack!

  Finally, the old man gritted his teeth and took off the only ragged cotton coat he was wearing. Even if he had frostbite, food was not important.

  He knotted the two cuffs and filled them with wheat, as much as possible.

  At this time, he was thankful for his wife's virtuousness. Although the clothes were worn out, they were neatly mended and there were no holes.

   Finally, there is nothing to install.

  Facing the cold wind, the old man Cheng staggered out with a large bag of grain in one hand and a cloth bag in the other. He counted as much as he could get back.

  There are a lot of people like Cheng Laohan, and this granary in Beicheng was completely robbed in less than a day under the fiasco of a few guards!

  (end of this chapter)