It was harvest time, but the continent was devoid of life.
The old emperor passed away without leaving a will, so in order to fight for the throne, the princes from all over the Great Yan Dynasty started a big melee. Coupled with drought and locust plagues, the people were starving everywhere and their lives were in dire straits. The people were miserable and had only one option left, which was to flee from the famine.
Lin Feng's family is just a microcosm of this large army of refugees, and there are more than a hundred families from Linjia Village who are traveling with them.
Lin Feng was pushing a wheelbarrow on a bumpy road. Sitting in the wheelbarrow was his wife who was six months pregnant.
Lin's father and mother were guarding on both sides, fearing that the car would overturn and hurt their daughter-in-law. Following behind was a little girl of seven or eight years old, who was Lin Feng's sister.
"Jingyi, are you thirsty? Are you hungry?" Lin Feng said to the pregnant woman on the unicycle.
The pregnant woman nodded gently: "I'm not hungry, just a little thirsty."
The pregnant woman's name is Yang Jingyi. As her name suggests, she looks like a quiet and sweet woman. But Lin Feng is different. He is 1.8 meters tall, muscular, with a short mustache. His facial features look regular and firm, and he has a bit of manliness.
Lin's mother and father were both over 50 years old. After only three days of fleeing the famine, the old couple were already exhausted.
Father Lin said, "There's no water in the water bag. There's a canyon ahead with a stream. People from our Lin Village will take a rest there. Son, please bear with it for a while."
"Yeah!" Yang Jingyi touched her belly and nodded slightly.
It was noon, the sun was scorching, and sweat kept dripping from Lin Feng's forehead. He licked his cracked lips with his tongue. He was very hungry. He was big in stature and had a big appetite, but he only ate a little food these days, and gave the rest to his pregnant wife and family.
The leaves on both sides of the road were yellow and even the bark was peeled off and eaten. Not to mention the wild vegetables in the wilderness, half of which were eaten by small animals and half by refugees, and were swept away completely.
Hundreds of people walked for more than half an hour before finally arriving at the entrance of a canyon at the foot of a mountain. The canyon was less than seven or eight meters wide, with knife-smooth cliffs on both sides.
A white-haired old man in his sixties shouted, "My fellow tribesmen, there is a water source in the valley. Fill your water bags, rest for a while, and then set off immediately. King Yu's army is not far from here. They are all bandits. If you are caught, it will be disastrous."
The person who shouted was the head of the Lin family, the highest in seniority, and very prestigious in the village.
King Yu was a vassal state on the border, and he was constantly at war with the barbarians of the northern plateau, so his army was very powerful, and it took them only a month to break into this inland area. However, they had no discipline at all, and the places they passed by were not much better than those locusts.
The villagers walked into the canyon one after another, but what they never expected was that the original stream in the canyon had dried up and there was not even a trace of water.
In an instant, the child cried, the woman complained, and the man sighed.
At this moment, Lin Feng was filled with anxiety. Ordinary people could bear not drinking water, but his wife was pregnant, and he couldn't imagine the consequences of lack of water. Moreover, his parents and younger sister were not in good health and had never had enough to eat. Now they couldn't even solve the most basic problem of drinking water. What should he do?
After thinking for a moment, Lin Feng said to his family, "Mom and Dad, Jingyi, take my younger sister to find a shady place to rest. I'll go look around. We can't do without water."
"Oh! Go, come back quickly, and don't go too far." Lin's mother sighed and repeatedly reminded.
Lin Feng nodded, then picked up his leather water bag and walked towards the entrance of the canyon. There was a small path at the entrance of the canyon that led up the mountain. If he couldn't find water, he would be lucky if he could find some wild fruits to quench his thirst.
Some villagers also walked deeper into the canyon to see if there was any water source.
Lin Feng walked up the mountain along the path. Although he was thirsty and hungry, his pace did not slow down at all. This was due to the fact that he had learned martial arts from an old man from outside the village since he was a child. Unfortunately, the old man died after teaching him for a few years, but Lin Feng did not give up. He practiced whenever he had time on weekdays, which made his physique stronger than others.
Lin Feng picked up a wooden stick from the side of the road and started digging in the grass, hoping to find even a small puddle. However, the result was contrary to his wishes. Not to mention a small puddle, there were very few wild grasses on the mountain, let alone wild fruits.
A deep feeling of powerlessness lingered in Lin Feng's mind, and he felt a little desperate.
He could no longer climb the mountain. The villagers would set out again after they had rested. If his family were separated from the tribe because of his own reasons, the elderly and the weak in his family would not be able to survive in this chaotic world.
He was anxious and his steps were unsteady. Suddenly, his footing became unstable and he accidentally slipped on a pile of rocks. Hunger made his feet weak and he rolled and crawled down into a valley.
"Ouch!" Lin Feng rubbed his butt and stood up. Fortunately, he was quick-eyed and quick-handed, grabbing a vine above the valley and slowing down his descent, otherwise his arms and legs would have been injured.
"Huh? What is this?"
When Lin Feng rolled down just now, he felt that he grabbed something. Upon closer inspection, he found that it was a small stone tower pendant, covered with mud and strung together with a blackened red rope. It looked very cheap. He had originally planned to throw it away, but in line with his frugal style, he still hung it around his neck.
This valley was neither deep nor large, only about a hundred square meters. So Lin Feng started searching here, hoping to find some water.
"Oh! What bad luck!"
Lin Feng searched for a long time but couldn't find any water. When he was about to leave, he found a green striped ball behind a big rock. It was connected to a vine.
This ball was bigger than his head, and he had never seen anything like it before.
After observing carefully for a while, Lin Feng pulled the ball off with both hands.
"What is this? Can I eat it?"
The first thing Lin Feng thought about was whether he could eat it. He had a small dagger on his waist, which was given to him by his master.
He took the dagger out of the scabbard and stabbed it into the ball, and it went in easily.
It wasn't as strong as he had imagined, so he gently pulled it with the dagger.
“Puff!”
A big crack appeared in the ball, revealing the red flesh inside. Red juice flowed out and the fragrance wafted out.
Lin Feng licked his cracked lips, then quickly tasted the red juice, "It's so sweet!"
He tried taking another bite of the red flesh, which was also very sweet and juicy. This should be a fruit, right?
Lin Feng's guess was correct. This was indeed a fruit. On Earth, people called this big round ball a watermelon.
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