When Wang Jing walked to the ridge of the field, she couldn't believe that she had seen this scene. There were countless ragged people carrying frames on their backs, bent over and kept looking for something in the fields. Although they were very thin and very dirty, and there was not a good piece of clothing, there was a kind of hope on their faces.

Li Feng next to him, a piece of yellow cake came over. Wang Jing felt very stiff when she ate it. When she swallowed it, her throat felt a little painful. Obviously, this amount could only be used to fill her stomach, and no one with a little money would eat it.

But the little fat man ate with relish. She knew that this fat man would not eat bad food if he could eat good food, and would not live a hard life if he could live a good life.

"What are they looking for?" asked while eating the yellow cakes that Li Feng handed to him, and even forgot to take pictures of the camera in his hand.

"They are looking for locusts. Of course, there are many foods in the fields, such as grass roots, some eels, loaches, and even some bugs.

Don’t look at the crowds here, there are actually more people on the mountains around you, and there are still people gnawing the bark there. There is no way. The people who used to gnaw the roots almost all, so they can only gnaw the bark and leaves."

Li Feng said this sentence lightly, but Wang Jing felt like a heavy stone was pressed on her heart, and she couldn't calm down for a long time, so she gently placed the yellow cake on the ground, then took out her notebook and wrote this passage on it:

"I can't believe what I saw before me was real, a group of ragged refugees, mostly women, who were leaning on sticks in one hand, holding children in the other, carrying a basket on their backs, and searching in the fields for a while.

At first I was wondering why they were searching in such a deserted field? But Li Feng next to me told me... they were looking for something to eat.

I was very confused. In addition to grass, there were mud in the fields, and there were some bugs. Could it be that these people were looking for bugs and mud to eat?

I asked Li Feng if this is the case? Then I replied to me: Yes!

This word is like a stone weighing tens of thousands of pounds, pressing hard on my heart. You can't imagine thousands of women with children looking for insects to eat in the fields.

Li Feng also told me that the people who found the bugs were very happy because they could finally eat something.

These people also eat grass roots and bark. I heard that there are only leaves now, and the grass roots and tree roots have been eaten up by people. It is quite lucky to find some.

I don’t know how to describe my mood at this moment. Our country is so big, but why are so many refugees displaced?

I have never eaten grass roots, nor tree roots, let alone leaves and insects. However, Li Feng was chewing a tree root in his mouth. He clearly had steamed buns in his hand, so I asked why he wanted to chew the tree roots?

His answer was this: Although I have steamed buns in my hand, these ordinary people don’t. I can eat this steamed bun, but where do these ordinary people go to eat steamed buns?"

Wang Jing's writing style is very good, and the content is written after some processing, which is very touching, but this is the fact.

Li Feng did not dare to tell her about the fact that people cannibalize themselves, because it was inhumane to say this, but what he didn't expect was that Wang Jing actually knew about it himself.

When Li Feng took him to the mountain, Wang Jing couldn't help but widen her eyes because she saw some children eating leaves. She just wanted to go up to stop them, but Li Feng was pulled.

The little fat man shook his head, pointed to the leaves and said:

"Don't bother them at this time. Those leaves are indeed edible and taste good. They can be used to make wild vegetables normally, so they can be considered a full meal.

They are much better than anyone else who hasn't found anything, after all, those leaves can make their stomachs less empty."

The food needed by refugees does not need to be very fine, they only need to be eaten. Li Feng steamed some of the stews very large, with leeks and salt in them, and even added some lard, which was then used to supply these refugees.

The number of combatants and non-combatants in their troops was less than 3,000, but now there are suddenly more than 10,000 refugees, and the food consumption rate is amazing.

Fortunately, the Central Army exchanged a lot of food for them, so that the fat man could create more compressed dry food and prevent more people from going hungry.

The common people only eat two meals a day, each serving two yellow steamed buns of mixed grains for each meal. Even so, they are still very hungry and go to the fields to search in the hope of finding some food.

The mountains near the little fat man have been searched. Except for some very dangerous large animals, even wild boars dare not appear casually. After all, these hungry refugees are not much worse than those of wolves.

Wang Jing was only the first group of reporters to come here, and the only reporter to live in the Eighth Route Army. All the rest chose to live in the Central Army.

It’s not that these reporters are so picky, but that the Central Army took action in advance and pulled all these reporters over, saying that they should treat them well and would never hinder them.

The reporters felt that it didn't matter whether they lived on both sides, so they would just leave with them. Only Wang Jing chose to come to find Li Feng. After all, they were acquaintances and had a better informative information.

"Is your food enough to eat like this? I just heard Xiao Wen say that your food has consumed a lot in recent times, and you have no logistics supply, so you can only solve everything by yourself. If this continues, the troops may not be able to withstand it."

Wang Jing knew very well what Li Feng's troops ate. He had known that this fat man had eaten very well at that time, but in recent days he had seen that the food the soldiers ate was not much different from that of the refugees, and even the amount of training was reduced, hoping to store more calories.

"There is not enough food. I originally said that the soldiers would continue to eat like before, but these soldiers said that seeing the people were hungry and eating so much, they felt uncomfortable. They simply ate the same food as the people. There is no reason why the people can survive, and they can't survive!"

This is the first time that Li Feng is so frustrated. How can the soldiers in the army train well if they can't eat well? There is no oil and water in their stomachs, and the body cannot withstand it.

But these soldiers gave Li Feng a big surprise, that is, they still did not reduce the amount of training while eating coarse grains, and they were more energetic, as if they understood what they were fighting for.

So Li Feng swore that no matter what method he used, he must get the food. Even if he robs, he must grab it. For nothing else, he will fight for the face he deserves for these cute soldiers.
Chapter completed!