"Get some of yours."

Taking the noodles in his hand, Chen Mo did not complain about the small amount given. The rations taught by Taiping were only to ensure that people would not starve to death. It was impossible to want more.

It was not easy to survive in such a situation. From the beginning, Chen Mo did not expect the Taiping Sect to give them much.

Hunters with good strength like Uncle Yang can get more points. These people are the targets of the Taiping Religion, while old and weak women and children like Chen Mo can stutter and not starve to death.

"Where are we now?" Chen Mo asked, looking at the Taiping believers who were distributing food.

"Further ahead is Quyang. This time we are going to attack Quyang." The Taiping cultists glanced at Chen Mo and said.

"Siege the city?" Chen Mo was startled: "We don't even have decent weapons, how can we attack the city?"

"You have your own way, get out of the way." The cultist waved his hand to drive him away impatiently.

Chen Mo was chased away by the people waiting to get food from behind. He walked around in a circle and secretly ran to the place where food was distributed on the other side. The Taiping Sect's management was loose. He hid the food after receiving it here and then went to the other side to get it.

, As for whether anyone will be unable to eat because of him, Chen Mo has nothing to do with it. At this time, he can only take care of himself first.

After walking around like this for a long time, Chen Mo finally found his mother with a bowl of porridge with seven pieces of noodles hidden in his arms.

"Mom, eat quickly." Chen Mo took his mother to a secluded place, took out the noodles and shared them with his mother.

"Mo'er, what should we do if we are discovered?" Chen's mother took the dough and said with some worry: "Mom, you can get it yourself."

"Those Taiping cultists don't look like good people." Chen Mo shook his head. On the first day, his mother went to get it by herself and was almost dragged away by several Taiping cultists. Fortunately, Chen Mo, Yang Mao, Li Jiu and others were all there.

They almost got into a fight. From that time on, Chen Mo went around like this every day to get more so that the mother, son and Heizi could eat enough.

Chen's mother nodded, broke up the bread and threw it into the boiled clay pot, so that she could eat more satiated. The Taiping Sect only distributed food once a day. Although Chen Mo got back seven pieces of bread, the two of them had one dog per day.

It's still not enough. Chen Mo alone is not enough, not to mention that Chen Mo can't eat all of them. It would be better if they were boiled in water, which would at least fill his belly.

Chen Mo gulped down his portion, and after carefully looking at the fate and luck of his mother and Heizi, he stood up and said to his mother, "Mom, I'm going to practice."

"Well, be careful." Mother Chen held Heizi in her arms to prevent him from running around. In a place like this, if Heizi gets lost, he might be in someone else's bowl when he is found again.

Name: Chen Mo

Destiny Number: 12

Luck: 6

Money owned: 3813 five-baht coins

Combat Talent:Eagle Eye lv1

Natal Talent: Luck

Life skills: Farming lv7, Manure Making lv6, Memory lv4, Calligraphy lv5, Forging lv6, Bewitching lv1

Combat skills: stick skill lv5, archery lv9

Commander-in-Chief Skills: None

Can be opened: Dreamland Training Camp

Standing silently, this is the only ability that Chen Mo can exercise currently. Every time he improves his physical training, his strength will be stronger. These days, he will train whenever he has time. After improving his physical training, he feels stronger again.

I have gained a lot, and even grown a bit in stature, but according to past experience, I am afraid it will take a long time for the next promotion.

Although as his physical training improved, Chen Mo had many other training methods in his mind, but he did not dare to try them. With the food he got every day, if he trained too much, the food would not be able to withstand the consumption. And now Chen Mo also

There is no way to get more food.

It is impossible to open the dream training camp if your luck is below 10. Although after joining the Taiping Cult, your luck began to stabilize and will recover every day, but the upper limit has changed from 10 in the past to 6 now, but for the system

For the gods, it is obvious that this will not change the requirements for opening the dream training camp. Chen Mo can only improve his abilities through his own continuous training.

Two meals a day and half an hour of standing posture are sometimes not enough. Because most of the night you can only lie on the floor, so you must eat something before going to bed to ensure that you will not wake up after a good night's sleep.

Come.

"Brother Ergou, is there anything to eat?" Dui walked up to Chen Mo with a dull look on his face and asked with tears in his eyes: "My mother... is starving to death."

"No." After hesitating, Chen Mo shook his head, looked at Dumb and said, "Take me to see aunt."

"Yeah." Ah-Dai nodded helplessly and led Chen Mo to where he and his mother were staying.

Aunt Cai was so thin that she lost all her color. She looked at Chen Mo's arrival with dull eyes, and a smile appeared on her face: "Er Gou, do you have anything to eat?"

Chen Mo felt a little sour in his heart. He shook his head silently and wanted to say something, but looking at Aunt Cai's sunken eyes, he couldn't say anything. There seemed to be something stuck in his throat.

"Let's go." Chen Mo pulled Dumb.

"What are you doing?" Duan looked at Chen Mo blankly.

"Go find some food for Auntie." Chen Mo took a deep breath, said nothing more, and left with Dumb.

"Brother Ergou, I asked Uncle Yang, and he doesn't have many there." Dui was pulled by Chen Mo towards the tent, feeling a little scared.

"Not looking for Uncle Yang." Chen Mo shook his head and led Ah-Dai around. Although there were people guarding the tent, there were not many. Chen Mo found the place where the Taiping believers who supplied food in the morning were.

"They... won't give it to us!" Dui looked at those people in fear.

"You earn your life by yourself, you don't need any charity from them!" Chen Mo led Ah-Dai and walked straight into a tent.

A Taiping cultist was munching on noodles. Compared with most people who wolfed down the dough, this man was much more gentle. When he saw the two people coming in, he frowned and said, "Young man, what are you doing? Get out!"

"I want something to eat!" Chen Mo looked at the noodles placed in front of him and reached out to get it.

"You little bastard is looking for death!" The man's expression changed and he reached out to hit him.

Chen Mo took off the short bow on his back, turned around and kicked the opponent down. The man screamed in pain and was about to shout, but Chen Mo had already bullied him, put the short bow around the opponent's neck, and kicked the opponent with force.

le.

"Hey~" The man wanted to turn over, but Chen Mo's knees were pressed between the other man's back, and he used all his strength with his hands.

Duan stared at this scene blankly, with his mouth open, but did not dare to speak.

"What are you looking at? Why don't you come and help!?" Chen Mo glared at Dumb and said.

Duan ran over mechanically, but was slapped in the face by the man. He sat down in front of the man and just watched blankly as the man's face changed from red to purple, and finally his eyes turned white.

The bead almost protruded, and his hands were dancing wildly in front of him. The strength became weaker and weaker, until finally it fell down feebly...

"What are you looking at? Get some food!" After the other party didn't struggle, Chen Mo held on for a while, then let go, retracted the short bow, looked at Ah-Dai who was still in a daze, frowned and shouted.

"Oh~" Ah-Dai nodded blankly, and reflexively started to pack up the food on the ground. He packed two packages, and then he and Chen Mo carried one package each. He followed Chen Mo as if nothing happened, swaggering
Chapter completed!