Chapter 457 - 457: Starvation
Transmigrating To Ancient Times With A Kitchen
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation              Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
A child stood on a rock and tugged at an old manâs hand. He swallowed his saliva and said eagerly, âGrandpa, I want to eat something.â
The old man plucked a handful of leaves and ruthlessly stuffed them into the childâs mouth. He said sadly, âEat, youâll be full after this.â
The childâs face was green. Although he had vomited after eating the leaves these days, the burning sensation in his stomach made him chew the leaves eagerly.
However, after a while, he vomited. Not only did he vomit out the leaves he swallowed, but he also vomited out the water in his stomach, which gave off a rotten smell.
However, no one was disgusted by the smell. They all looked sadly at the child who was lying on the ground and vomiting. He was about to die.
As expected, the child vomited less and less, but his body kept twitching.
Two streams of turbid tears flowed down the old manâs face. He looked up at the sky and said with a sorrowful expression, âOh God! Please give us a way out!â
The group of people also slowly shed tears as they watched the child on the ground gradually stop twitching. A young life had just disappeared in front of their eyes.
Suddenly, a teenager ran up and shouted, âGrandpa! Uncle! Weâre saved! We have something to eat!â
As soon as he said this, it immediately stirred up a ripple in the numb crowd.
A thin man looked at the young man unhappily. âWhat are you talking about? How can we have anything to eat? Did you steal again? How many times have I said it? Donât do this kind of sneaky thing, what if you get beaten to death?â
The other man who was missing a finger retorted, âEven if you get beaten to death, itâs better than starving to death. Shi Tou, do whatever you want! After all, weâre just poor people, and our life isnât worth much. Even if you lose your life, at least you wonât need to suffer anymore.â
There was no rebuttal to the manâs words, and even the thin man fell silent.
The teenager called Shi Tou immediately said anxiously, âWhat are you guys talking about? I didnât steal it, itâs the Wei army who wants to donate porridge Anyone who is willing to submit to the Wei Kingdom can receive a bowl of white porridge!â
As soon as he said this, everyone looked at him, and their dull eyes were gradually dyed with light.
The man who was missing a finger asked in disbelief, âIs what you said true?
The young man nodded vigorously. âI just finished a bowl of porridge before I ran back to tell you. Otherwise, how would I have the strength to run? You smell it, thereâs still the smell of porridge in my mouth! The porridge was really fragrant! Iâve never eaten such delicious porridge before!â
As he spoke, he opened his mouth for everyone to see.
The crowd did not mind. They put their noses close to his mouth and sniffed.
After a long while, the man with the broken finger said excitedly, âItâs the smell of porridge! It was very fragrant! It was true! Uncle Cai, letâs go with Beanie! Thereâs hope for Beanie!â
Beanie was the child who had fainted from the convulsion.
The old man called âUncle Caiâ was so excited that he kowtowed a few times. He trembled as he picked up the unconscious child on the ground and mumbled,
âGo, quickly go!â
The thin man frowned and shouted, âStop!â
Instantly, everyone stopped and looked at him in confusion.
âThird Brother, whatâs wrong?
The thin man called âThird Brotherâ looked at the crowd and said, âThe requirement for receiving the white porridge is to voluntarily submit to Wei Kingdom. Do you want to betray your country?â
The man with the broken finger sneered and said sarcastically, âIâll submit to whoever gives me food..â