Skynet Architect

What kind of person is that? Si Fan never expected to see such a person from film and television works or photos.

They're skinny, they don't have much flesh on their faces, and they lie outside the vole's hole with longing eyes.

The voles that people in other cities are usually afraid of have become a delicious delicacy that makes them happy. As long as they can catch a nest of voles, they will not be hungry today. Empty, without ambition, their only ambition is to have a good meal tonight, and as for tomorrow, they never think about it.

That vole is their dream.

That's all. Dreams belong to people who can eat enough. When their stomachs are not full, their dreams will be shattered.

Far away on the other side, Si Fan was sitting in the wheat field. The ground was very soft, and an unknown amount of wheat fell down on his buttocks. Si Fan, who didn't care much at first, seemed that the fallen wheat turned into needles. It hurts to prick my butt, life is such nonsense, just now I just sat feeling nothing, as if everything had nothing to do with me.

Now I saw the child in the distance, a rickety and thin figure, with arms like reeds that might break at any time.

He didn't pay attention to anything, it didn't matter if Si Fan was sitting on the bank of the river and crushed a piece of wheat seedlings, these were not his, and he didn't dare to come over, he just wanted to grab the food in front of him.

Si Fan, who was sitting down, looked at the child opposite him carefully. He wanted to sit up, but after thinking about it, he still sat down.

The people on the opposite side can't get enough to eat, but the wheat fields on this side are only a small part. A large amount of fields are still pastures and have not been used.

It's not that they don't want to use it, but that they don't have this ability. Everything on the small slope opposite shows what is happening here. They even have problems eating. This slope may be his biggest gain in the past few days. Several possible voles were their targets.

Regardless of the skinny little guy, he is more patient than ordinary people. He seems to be an old hunter with a lot of experience. He just waits quietly, waiting for the prey to appear.

It seems that it is God's favor, or it may be that his waiting has worked.

There was a little sound coming from the hole, it was the voice of the field mouse inside.

After making a sound, with a happy expression on his face, he hung a tattered net bag at the entrance of the cave and made a knot.

I don't know what the knot is, and then it is completely buried. Behind him was a bucket that should have been broken, the bottom was burned, and then blocked with a softened plastic bag.

It seems that it can still be used now, but the quality has dropped too much. He used this bucket to fill half a bucket of water, and then poured it into a nearby cave.

It is said that the cunning rabbit has three holes, and the mice don't just have one hole, they have many holes.

After the skinny boy found a few holes, they all blocked up, so that only the hole in the net pocket and another hole near the river were left.

Holding the bucket, this guy suddenly wanted to use all his strength to scoop up water quickly.

Si Fan believed that this child had used all his strength, his shriveled and emaciated body couldn't burst out with much strength, and he didn't have much strength after only three or four buckets of water, and the broken bucket began to slow down. A small stream is lying slowly.

He was at the end of his wits, but the cave had indeed been washed in by water, and the entrance of the cave was covered with all his might.

A few meters away from the other side of the small river ditch, Si Fan had already heard the desperate scream of the field mouse, and a furry figure rushed out from the direction with the net bag.

When there was movement in the net bag, the child pounced from that direction with all his might like a cheetah.

Seven or eight voles were caught in the net bag.

The little boy had no time to think about anything else, he grabbed the bottom of the net bag,

Holding a stone at these voles is a smashing meal.

What the hell is cute, what funny cuteness, in his eyes, this is a delicious meal, maybe he can exchange for some food. This is meat, and there is a lot of fat in it.

He knocked all the voles unconscious with greedy eyes, even if he pretended to be dead, he stoned them again, then took his own broken bucket, put all the voles in it, fastened the lid on it, and finally tied them with a thin rope All tied up.

This is his best harvest?

Of course not, this is a field mouse. They are mice, and they have a habit of stealing things.

Not all of these things can be eaten up by stealing, and they also have the habit of hiding in winter. Although it is not autumn and it is summer, there will still be something to gain. The little guy tried his best to use a broken shovel Constantly digging.

After a while, you can see the mouse nest below.

He took out a little grain from it.

That's really a little bit, but in Si Fan's eyes, it probably weighs a few catties. In Huaxia, the food that can be earned by working for half an hour is more important than the sky in the eyes of this child , He treasured these grains and put them in another pocket, being very careful.

Finally, after everything was done, he patted his chest, as if relieved.

His already shriveled body was patted, and the loose clothes were patted more closely. It can be seen that his body does not have much flesh at all.

A stunted body must be deficient in calcium, so his bones are extremely small, as if they could be easily broken.

Compared with the strong body of those officials, he is just a reed stick, but he started to catch small voles in the field to make a living.

On the other side, Si Fan looked at the food he was carrying with him. They were a few energy bars, which were usually used to replenish energy, and there were two self-heating hot pots in his bag. It's even simpler, it's for picnic lunches.

To Si Fan, these things are not particularly precious, but to that child, they may be very precious.

He really couldn't let himself sit here eating hot pot and watch the child opposite him sink into hunger.

Looking at the child opposite, he patted his stomach which was actually a little shriveled.

"I still don't have lunch, let's go back and eat, he needs these rations even more." Si Fan said in a low voice.

He looked at his bag, and finally took out a paper bag from it. There was really no such thing as a plastic bag on him. He stuffed all the edible things he carried with him into it, and looked at the other side.

"Hey!" shouted loudly.

The child was like a frightened bird, wanting to run away quickly.

At this time, Si Fan had already thrown his paper bag over.

He believes that this smart kid should know what to look for.

Even if it is risky.