1286: C1286 A New World

C1286 A New World

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In the Azure God Continent, there were seven truly powerful countries and countless small countries and tribes.

There were constant friction between the various powers, and there were constant wars.

Yang Soong belonged to one of the seven great countries, the Great Xia Kingdom. Great Xia's financial resources were average. The land was not the most fertile either. Its military strength was not the strongest either.

They were in the middle in all aspects, and it was not possible to take them out one at a time. However, in terms of overall strength, they were in the top three.

Thirteen years ago, great Xia had paid a huge price to fight with the barbarians in the north. That battle had lasted for two years.

Great Xia had a miserable victory, and they had also been able to scatter the energy of the Mobei Trolls. For thirteen years, they did not dare to cross the line.

Yang Soong was now a 16 year old youth from Zulin Village in Sunyang County, the border city of Great Xia.

"He lost his mother at the age of 12, and went to the army camp alone for hundreds of miles. In the end, his father died three days ago, and he became an orphan. All of his belongings were in the two houses at the end of the village. The total area was 70 square meters, and the most valuable thing in the house was a kitchen knife, an iron pot, and a blanket!"

Could he be even poorer?

Yang Soong searched through the memories of the sixteen year old boy, but he did not find anything useful.

Memories were as poor as those of a person.

His stomach was growling with hunger. With a thought, Yang Soong decided to summon a chicken from his space. He wanted to stew the chicken.

There was no reaction from the space.

"Give me a fish."

Still no response.

"No way?" Yang Soong did not dare to believe it.

He did not have any pork ribs.

He didn't have any pork ribs.

He didn't even have two or three grams of rice.

"System, come out and explain to me."

"Sir Host, this is in a different space and time. Other than the inherent abilities of the body, other things like space, you have to start from zero. Right now, you can only summon kitchen knives and some ordinary seasoning."

"What exactly does seasoning refer to?" If it was oil, he could still do business.

"One catty of sugar, one catty of salt, and one catty of chili."

Yang Soong waited. "Gone?"

"It's gone. This is already a lot."

"Kneel down, let me be quiet."

Yang Soong sighed and walked towards the village chief's house.

This place was too poor.

Every year, the crops produced in the village had to be handed over to the village. After paying taxes, the remaining grains would be saved up. Some would be used as seeds, while the rest would be eaten by the entire village.

The farmers were busy with two meals. Usually, they only had one meal.

The village chief's house was in charge of cooking. The villagers would line up for dinner at five o'clock in the afternoon at the end of the day.

Every three days, there would be a small piece of dried cake or steamed buns on the fourth day.

They could not take the food on behalf of others. This was to prevent people from taking the food on behalf of others. There was another layer of meaning. If one's body was not strong enough, those who could not reach the village chief's house would not be able to live, and they would not need to eat anymore.

Yang Soong sped up his pace and rushed over. Otherwise, he, the future king of Master Chef, would have to starve as well.

When Li Erdan saw Yang Soong, he waved at him excitedly.

The others were not that happy.

One less person would mean that they could eat more of the paste.

Everyone lined up together. When the time came, the village chief's house would close the door and share the rice.

Everyone stared with their eyes wide open.

They were afraid that someone would share too much in their bowls and they would share too little.

Distributing food was a technical job, and it was unfair. This group of starving people could fight, so it was not strange for them to lose their lives.

In border villages, there would be a disaster every few years. This type of thing was very common.

The village chief's wife and son personally served the food.

Each person had half a bowl of paste and the thickness was exactly the same.

Usually, each person had half a bowl. Today, when there were dried buns to eat, the Sticky Vegetable Vegetables would become half a bowl.

Yang Soong was the last one in line. He was an orphan and did not have anyone to support him at home. He usually did not speak or cause trouble.

The village chief's wife, li Dahua, only served him a spoonful. It was only half a bowl, and it was especially diluted. Even the steamed bun was much smaller than other people's.

"Give me half a bowl." Yang Soong said. "And a steamed bun."

"The rice is finished!"

Li Dahua acted as if he didn't hear him. He knocked on the big iron pot with his spoon and was about to pack his things.

Yang Soong said again, "Give me another bowl."

Li Dahua was impatient. "Why are you being so long-winded? No, I don't like to drink! "

"The bowl you gave me is too diluted, and the steamed buns are also small. It's not fair, give it to me!"

The village chief's family did not reduce Yang Soong's rations.

Yang Soong had never said anything before, and let him do as he pleased. The other party was even more shameless.

Now was not the time.

"Alright, you won't eat it, right?" The village chief's son, ma Zhuang, said as he snatched half a bowl of porridge. He raised his head and drank it clean. Then, he stared at Ma Zhuang's steamed bun and snatched it away. He swallowed it cleanly in a few bites.

"Serves you right!"

The others were either indifferent or gloating over his misfortune.

Only Li Erdan was worried for Yang Soong.

Yang Soong let him take it. "If you eat mine, I'll eat yours."

The food of the village chief's family was much bigger than the food of others, especially the steamed buns that were bigger than others.

"How dare you! You are not allowed to eat, return it to me!" Ma Zhuang became anxious.

Yang Soong jumped over the stove and went behind Li Dahua. He picked up a bowl of paste and drank a big mouthful. He couldn't help but frown.

The coarse grain pulled at his throat. The wild vegetables were very rough and the salt used was not good. When he ate it, his throat would be sore.

"You bastard! I'll kill you!" Zhuang Ma picked up the fire stick and was about to hit him.

Yang Soong raised the bowl of paste to block the fire stick.

Smack!

The bowl shattered. Apart from the paste, there was also a round thing.

The green paste couldn't block its color.

"What is that?"

"It's an egg!"

"[That's right, a white round fatty!] I ate it when I was young, it's an egg!"

"Why is there an egg in Ma Zhuang's bowl?"

"He's the village chief's son!"

Some smart ones took advantage of the chaos to snatch the rice bowls of the village chief and the village chief's wife.

"There are eggs inside too!"

"There are two eggs in the village chief's bowl!"

A gust of wind blew across the field, and the ground was filled with weeds.

It was a mess!

The people of Date Forest Village, who could only eat a small piece of dried meat bun every three days, went crazy.

"I, I only ate eggs once. Our family of three split two eggs."

"Your family of three actually ate four eggs!"

The four white and round eggs were still lying in the bowl. Everyone looked at them with green light in their eyes, but no one was willing to eat them.

It was as if they had eaten them just by looking at them.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" Village Chief Li Daguang held a cigarette bag and pushed the person away. He looked at the four eggs and could not help but heave a sigh of relief.

"What are you making a fuss about? Isn't it just four wild eggs?"

"My third daughter brought these back for me to use to supplement my body. What's wrong? I can't eat the food my daughter brought back?"

Li Daguang wanted to take the bowl, but no one was willing to give it to him.

"Is it really your third daughter who brought it back?"2

Li Daguang had three daughters and one son.

The son of the teacher was the youngest.

His eldest daughter married into the mine and never came back.

He didn't know who his second daughter married, but he knew that she was hanged at the entrance of her mother's house the second day of her marriage.

His third daughter said that she had married a powerful hunter and would bring something back, which was why Li Daguang's family had a better life.

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