Cub Nursery

Chapter 743

"Give the child something to eat." Someone said.

When the crying child heard such a sound, he cried even louder, because he knew that the adults had let go, and as long as he cried louder, he might be able to eat the meaty food.

"The child is still young."

"They're all starving."

"Give the child a taste."

The adults spoke one after another, their voices gradually amplified, and they gradually became more confident.

The surrounding families without children are all silent, because they know that once they say something, these adults with children in the family will lose their minds and turn their heads to attack them.

Xiao Bao was also very greedy for the 'meat' in the pot, but before he could shout, Da Bao grabbed a bean and stuffed it into his mouth quietly.

The beans are no longer crispy, and they don't have that kind of fragrant and crispy taste in your mouth, but this is real grain, and it feels good in your mouth, so Xiaobao didn't open his mouth, just curled up in his father's mouth silently. Mother behind.

It didn't take long before someone finally said, "Give the child some points."

The contents of the pot must not be kept, the owner knows it in his heart, but taking advantage of the time when the soup is boiled, he has already given it to his children. At the beginning, the slightly thicker soup is the most drunk by himself. It's a loss.

The little cub in the ancestral hall pricked up his ears to listen to these sounds, and he couldn't help but look down at his paws.

Adult humans will protect their cubs, and sometimes even break their own principles.The little cub is also a cub, but he does not have an adult who is willing to protect him, he only has one person.

For the first time, the little cub really felt the difference between himself and a human cub.

The broth was divided vigorously, no matter what they thought in their hearts, everyone had smiles on their faces, only some children kept their mouths flat, because they found that the broth was not tasty, and the 'meat' in the pot was so tough that it couldn't be eaten at all. Not chewy and not that tasty.

Even some children got the 'meat' in the pot and couldn't chew it, so they quietly threw it away, put it under their feet and kicked it hard, and it was soon covered with wet soil, so it couldn't be seen at all.

When those people returned to their homes, the adults changed their faces instantly, and sent their children to rest one after another, and then got together to whisper.

Dabao took Xiaobao to a corner to rest.

In fact, I have been hiding in the house these days, resting, either sleeping, or lying still, listening to the sound outside, and falling asleep after listening to it in many cases.

"Brother, I can't sleep." Xiaobao tossed and turned, not feeling sleepy at all.

Dabao took out another bean and put it in Xiaobao's hand, "Slowly fell asleep."

In fact, Dabao couldn't fall asleep either, but he knew that he and his younger brother had to fall asleep, because his parents still had to whisper, and they had something to worry about.

"The child is asleep." The woman came over and patted the two children softly.

The man sighed heavily, "The fur is from the ancestral hall."

"Don't think about it, it's not our family's turn." The woman saw clearly, "Those families have a large population, so they can get something no matter what. Our family has a small population, so it's useless to go. I don't care about this." I don’t ask for anything, I just think it’s never our turn.”

The man didn't speak, he thought so too.

Everyone who returned home was talking about each family's secret words, and some acquaintances even took the opportunity of going to drink soup to meet and quickly exchanged opinions secretly.

When the rain stopped for a while, all the family members couldn't wait to go out to discuss matters with Uncle Wu.

Uncle Wu's house is quite spacious, not because he is rich, but because he has a large population and a lot of labor, so he can build the house bit by bit.

The men all came to the main house, some were sitting, some were standing, and some were squatting.It was still raining, so there were no women who came to see the excitement, but it looked completely different from usual.

"Uncle Wu, it's not appropriate to ask us to push..."

When one person speaks, the people behind follow closely.

"I think it's better to write something anonymously and submit it, and then everyone will watch it together, so that no one will know who pushed which."

"This has to be done, otherwise none of us can open that mouth."

Everyone had a very embarrassed expression, feeling that they couldn't speak, and didn't want to offend people on the surface, but obviously someone had chosen in their hearts, and some people had even discussed it secretly.

Uncle Wu looked at the familiar faces and said softly, "It's up to you."

In fact, these people have secretly discussed this method long ago. They didn't come to discuss with Uncle Wu, but to inform him.

Uncle Fifth was very familiar with these people, and had a good relationship with them on weekdays, but now they were slowly becoming strangers, and Uncle Fifth didn't even know each other.

It was the first time Uncle Wu wondered if he shouldn't bring up the sacrifice, but if he didn't bring it up, wouldn't these people in the village make something happen?

Not will.

Uncle Wu was very clear in his heart.

Anonymous voters, these guys are illiterate, but it doesn't bother them.

There are only so many suitable children in the village, and the number is not too many. The men discussed with each other, using leaves of large and small to represent them, and when they voted anonymously, they used bigger leaves to prepare themselves Wrap the leaves so that no one knows who they voted for.

Their memory appears to be unrivaled good at this time.

Soon the right children had the right representative leaves, some were complete leaves, some were missing a round opening, and some were two leaves stacked up, all kinds of, but very easy to identify, absolutely can't go wrong.

After preparing these, the men began to vote.

The little cubs hiding in the ancestral hall were very curious about the result of their discussion, but after the result came out, only a few people sighed at the same time, did not say the name of the selected child, and went home separately.

The matter of informing the child was recommended by the men and put it on Uncle Wu.

At that moment, Fifth Uncle seemed to have lost all energy and energy. One of his hands was shaking violently, he was a little out of breath, and his eyes were too dazzled to see clearly, but none of the men with heavy faces noticed.

When the men left, Uncle Wu's family entered the house, and they were shocked when they saw Uncle Wu's appearance.

"Father, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay." Uncle Wu retracted his hands into his sleeves and slowly calmed down.

"By the way, Dad, some people in the village came out to steal things, but they didn't steal. They fell in the alley and were found. There were also people who asked me to borrow food, but I didn't..."

"You can figure it out yourself." Fifth Uncle said wearily.

These things are all expected. Some people are already struggling to make ends meet. They are so poor that they don’t have any food left.

Uncle Wu didn't care about these things anymore, he rested at home for a long time, and then took advantage of the rain when it was a little lighter, put on his coir raincoat, and slowly left the house.

He was going to inform the family.

The little cub didn't care about any other voices, and kept listening to Uncle Fifth's voice carefully. He really wanted to know the result.

The sacrifice to be prepared in the village needs a child of the right age to offer it, like the offerings prepared, take it out as a sacrifice, and pray for God to make the life of the village smooth and rainy, so that everyone can live on.

These days, the little cub often hears people in the village say this, but he actually doesn't understand that the sky is the sky, why in these people's mouths, the sky is like a living person, as long as sacrifices are made, the sky is satisfied It will make life in the village smooth and rainy.

It sounds like that day is really too powerful, much more powerful than the big demon.

The little cub felt that Da Qin was really powerful. No wonder the Demon Congress was defeated, no wonder he was sent as a hostage, no wonder Da Qin gave him such a Honglu Temple, no wonder everyone hated monsters, and wanted to kill him.

The sky of Daqin has such a powerful strength, the people of Daqin can indeed do whatever they want.

"Dong dong dong." Uncle Wu raised his hand and knocked on the door.

When the people inside heard the knock on the door, they first asked a question, and after knowing that it was Uncle Wu, they rushed to open the door.

"Uncle Wu, come in quickly." The man who opened the door said.

The wound on the man's head was still there, because it was rained again and washed away by the rain, the wound looked a little bubbly and whitish, which was weird.

"Just say it outside." Fifth Uncle said in a low voice.

The man froze for a moment, and suddenly understood what Uncle Wu meant. The smile on his face hadn't disappeared yet, his eyes were filled with astonishment, and he even took a step back subconsciously.

The rain suddenly became heavier, and big drops of rain fell and hit the ground, forming small bubbles that gushed out one by one.

"I see. Uncle Wu, can't an adult replace you?" the man asked.

He was willing to sacrifice himself if he could.

Uncle Wu didn't speak.

In fact, Uncle Wu can't decide this matter himself. It is other people in the village who decide this matter.

"I see." The man was a little depressed, and no longer insisted on letting Uncle Wu in, but said softly, "The house is not cleaned up, and it is in a mess, so Uncle Wu will not be allowed in."

"This matter..." Uncle Wu once again regretted why he proposed to sacrifice.

"I'm closing the door." The man stopped talking to Uncle Wu, but slammed the door shut.

The wooden door was not strong, so the man turned his back against the wooden door and sat down slowly.

The water on the ground washed over his body, it was icy cold, the man raised his face to look at the small eaves, his eyes quickly filled with water, and he quickly wiped it off.

The woman had been in the house listening to the commotion outside. After waiting for a while, she didn't see the man coming back. She opened the door and saw the man sitting motionless in the water, so she ran out quickly and pulled the man's arm up. "Master, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay." The man slowly got up and followed the woman back into the house.

"Why is it all right? If you catch typhoid fever, it will be bad. There are no medicinal herbs at home, and there is no extra money." The woman babbled, groping for a while, but couldn't find dry clothes, and then the sound came. , It rained one after another, and the clothes at home hadn't dried yet.

"Light a fire, and the clothes will dry quickly," said the woman.

I don't have much dry firewood at home, but it's not a big deal to wear wet clothes, so I can't save these firewood any more.

A fire was quickly lit in the house, the door was opened a little bit to let in air, and the sound of rain outside came in more.

The man squatted beside the fire and kept silent, but the woman gradually understood.

If you can still come to their house at this time, it's definitely not to deliver food, it's only because of that incident.

"Which one is it..." the woman asked tremblingly.