Chapter 204 The Blood Moon Fades

In "Windmill World", the survivors who had just chosen their own rooms were finishing their work and gathering in front of the big iron pot downstairs.

There were large stones under the pot, and firewood crackled between the stones.

Occasionally, tongues of flame emerged from the bottom of the pot, but under the sunlight, the color of the fire was somewhat transparent and inconspicuous.

But when the tongue of fire licked it, the original iron-gray bottom of the pot gradually turned black, which made the presence of the tongue stronger than the tongue of fire.

In the pot, the white rice porridge is rolling enthusiastically, bubbling and exuding an alluring rice aroma...

"Gulu..."

The stomach growls from time to time, but none of the survivors laughs at anyone...after all, everyone is very hungry.

"Are you okay yet?" An old man with gray hair was squeezed in the back and was looking forward anxiously.

However, the other people standing in front of him had no intention of getting out of the way, and even impatiently pushed him, causing the old man to take a step back.

"Wait! Old man!!" The impatient young man turned around and said fiercely.

"..."

The gray-haired old man looked at the opponent's physique, without saying a word, walked around the outfield, changed his angle, found a petite woman and squeezed through.

"Are you okay?"

Such inquiries are not uncommon among the crowd.

However, those who are qualified to stand next to the iron pot are strong young people.

Those who hold the power of food distribution are undoubtedly those "salvageers" with unusually strong bodies.

Although in the "Gospel World", the status of salvagers is almost equal to that of the lowest level, they are typical hands and mouth, and an injury is likely to defeat them.

During the period of being captured, the status of the salvagers was slowly rising...

After all, if you have a good body and can do all kinds of heavy work, you will naturally be favored by the slave owner.

When the "Crow God" rescued everyone, the salvagers also took up arms to fight in person, and even took the initiative to build houses for everyone after the battle.

At this moment when the old order was broken, the salvagers assumed greater responsibilities because of their abilities.

But this is not a carefully trimmed brainwashing responsibility of "with great power comes great responsibility."

But according to the laws of nature——

The greater the ability, the greater the power.

With great power comes great responsibility.

In a society where capital is strong, capitalists can hide the most critical word "power" through various media brainwashing methods.

And when the social structure returns to a tribal flat structure, responsibility and power immediately become equal.

Xiao Jian gave them two bags of rice totaling 50 kilograms.

The salvagers who had contributed the most before had naturally become the controllers of these grains.

A bald man stood beside the pot, scooped out a piece with the long wooden spoon in his hand, put it into his mouth, and nodded immediately.

"Okay, come here and line up! Go there to get the utensils first, and then come here to get food!"

The bald man banged the iron pot hard, and then the few young people standing at the front immediately lined up.

Their utensils are simple wooden dinner plates and rough wooden spoons.

Obviously these tableware are the result of rush work, and now that the conditions are limited, no one has the right to complain.

After all, it’s good to have something to eat.

The young people standing at the front quickly received their plates and spoons, and then came to the "master spoon" with expectant faces...

The bald man took a spoonful of thin porridge and poured it into his plate, and then shouted: "Next..."

"this……"

The young man wanted to say something, but the bald man stared at him with an unkind expression.

At this time, the young man behind him couldn't wait any longer, so he pushed him away and stretched out his dinner plate.

The bald man seemed to be very satisfied with the other party's behavior, so the porridge on the plate of the second young man who served rice was slightly thicker.

"Next……"

"..."

After the rules were established, the crowd began to move forward.

Fair enough, there's a spoonful for everyone.

What is very unfair is that the amount of this spoonful depends entirely on the personal likes and dislikes of the bald man.

After more than a hundred people had received the porridge, there was even a lot of porridge thick enough to stand up with chopsticks in the huge iron pot.

At this time, the salvagers who had just been standing nearby to maintain order took matters into their own hands, scooping up pieces of thick porridge that was almost solidified and putting them into their own plates.

The others drank the thin soup and looked at the salvagers eating heavily, feeling very uncomfortable in their hearts.

However, even these dinner plates were made by salvagers who cut down the wood, and they were not qualified to have any opinions.

Of course, even if you have opinions, you have to hold them in... After all, no matter how big your opinion is, it's not as big as your fist.

The bald man filled a large plate full of thick porridge and brought it to the black-haired man sitting not far away.

"Qiao, it's time to eat." The bald man handed over the plate.

"Well, thank you." The strong black-haired man glanced at the porridge that could be piled up, and without saying anything, he took it and took a big spoonful of it and put it into his mouth.

The bald man turned around and served himself another plate, then came over to eat with the black-haired man again.

Around them, other muscular salvagers were guarding the large iron pot, eating the food in the bowl and looking at the food in the pot.

"We can't go on like this..." the bald man sighed, "It's just this little food. Even though it's very economical, I guess it can only last two or three days at most."

"Yeah." The strong black-haired man nodded, but had no more words.

There are more than 140 refugees alive in the entire "Gospel World". If they eat dry food, a mere 50 kilograms of rice can be eaten in one day!

After all, they don't have any non-staple food. If they only eat rice, everyone's appetite will become very alarming.

But the question is, what should we do after eating all this food?

The bald man looked at the black-haired man again and seemed to hesitate to speak.

"What do you want to say?" The strong black-haired man took another spoonful of sticky rice and put it into his mouth.

"Can you...discuss with the crow god? This food will be used up soon, and we will starve to death."

Baldhead asked seriously.

The strong black-haired man paused slightly while chewing, then swallowed the food and replied: "I know."

This answer obviously did not satisfy the bald man.

"you……"

The bald man was about to say something, but unfortunately the strong black-haired man just glanced at him, and the bald man did not dare to speak any more.

Originally, the strongest fighter among this group of survivors was a blond man.

After the death of the blond, the strongest combat power fell on the head of the strong black-haired man.

And now, the black hair has become a believer of the Crow God, and his status has become even more transcendent...

With his big fists and background, the strong black-haired man easily became the leader among everyone.

"I said, I understand." The black hair emphasized again.

"oh……"

The bald man looked away and then fell silent.

After a long time, the black-haired man slowly finished all the porridge on his plate, while the bald man squatting next to him had already finished his meal.

“Do not ask for anything from God.”

The strong black-haired man wiped his mouth with a handful of grass blades and said:

“When you don’t show enough value, if you ask God for blessings easily, you will be abandoned easily…”

"That's right...but now..." The bald man became a little anxious.

"You can also believe in the Crow God. When the Crow God comes next time, you can ask him... and then tell him your wishes in person." The black-haired man still said slowly.

"Ah this..."

The bald man was stunned for a moment, then his face became full of reluctance, and finally he could only leave bitterly.

"Humph, heretic..."

The black-haired burly man spat disdainfully and continued to sit there thinking about how to prove his worth.

He just kept sitting here, sitting quietly...

Beside him, people were coming and going.

Those who wash dishes, those who wash pots, those who make wooden doors for themselves, those who make wooden windows...

Among the people coming and going, only the strong black-haired man remained motionless.

Until those who only ate a bowl of thin porridge could no longer bear the consumption and returned to their chosen rough rooms that didn't even have a door to lie down.

And those salvagers who had eaten a little more were gradually starving, so they stopped tossing and went back to lie down.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer people around the black hair, and finally he was the only one left.

It's getting later and later.

The sun sets.

The sunlight stretches the shadow of the strong black-haired man...

"well."

Finally, the stone-like black-haired man sighed.

"What should I do? How can I show my value..."

"It's so nerve-wracking."

The black-haired man scratched his head and slowly stood up.

However, at this moment, the sun and moon alternate in the sky.

The sun finally fell into the depths of the fog, and a blood-red moon slowly rose in the sky.

"Huh?"

The strong black-haired man who witnessed all this was suddenly stunned.

The blood moon in the sky seemed a little lighter than yesterday?

At first he thought it was just his illusion, but soon he discovered something was wrong...

This is no illusion!

The color of the blood moon is indeed a little lighter...

"Aww..."

In the distance, an unknown animal cry sounded...

As the blood moon gradually fades, something seems to be moving in the fog! !