Chapter 611： Great Famine in Ukraine (middle)

Solvasv's words made Riltov's heart numb. They were going to be fugitives. The propaganda in the village had been saying that the fugitives did not end well, even if they fled to Romania, they would be locked up. And those fugitives who were arrested were regarded as traitors and were shot by the Ministry of the Interior.

So Riltov hesitated after learning from his friends that they were planning to flee. Although the family can't open the pot, this kind of desperate behavior is still very uncomfortable for him.

Especially the current situation is even more frightening for Riltov, because some villagers who have been to other places said. There is no way to survive outside, and some people even go to the cemetery to renovate the buried corpse because they are too hungry.

Seeing the hesitation in Riltov's eyes, Solvasv whispered. "Think about it once. My family plans to leave the village in two days. I've had enough of everything here. If I don't leave, I'm afraid I will starve to death like everyone else."

After speaking, Solvasv took a vigilant look around and left, while Riltov returned home full of thoughts.

"Riltov, did you find anything today."

His wife Jackalina stared her eyes wide, and asked caringly.

"This is the food found today."

Riltov casually took out the dead crow he found and handed it to his wife's swollen hand.

"Do you have something on your mind?"

Riltov’s state was immediately seen by his wife. As a person close to him, Jackalina knew her husband very well. Unless something difficult to resolve was encountered, Riltov would not be so casual. You must know that food is very precious to everyone. Before, my husband carefully handed it to himself, fearing that it would fall.

"It's okay, you can cook it first, everyone is hungry."

Perhaps the food had too much influence on the hungry wife, and she did not continue to question her husband. A crow plus the grass roots they found, a pot of grass root stewed crows can be completed very quickly.

The actions of plucking hair and washing grass roots were completed quickly with the cooperation of a family member, and within a short while, cooking smoke came out of the house. The family looked at the grass-root stewed bird in the pot and swallowed, and their eyes were straight until they looked at the broth tumbling in the pot.

After the soup is ready, everyone gets a bowl of soup and some boiled grass roots under the distribution of his wife.

Soup is not evenly distributed. Riltov and his son have the most weight, while his wife, sister and mother have the least.

This distribution also has the philosophy of survival. Children are the future of the family, so more points are needed. And Riltov is the only male in the family, who needs to go out to find food and also need to divide more. As for the wife, sister, and mother, they only need to find some grass roots around, and the physical exertion is very small, so they should be divided less.

The family ate quickly, and in a blink of an eye, his son Philip Kli drank all the soup and ate the grass roots. Then he looked at his grandma intently.

"I can't eat it, Philip Kerry, you can take it and drink it."

The grandson's gaze made his mother pass the bowl over.

"Philip Kerry..."

The stern gaze from his father Riltov made his son Philip Kerry completely afraid to take the soup handed by grandma. He could only swallow his saliva and stare at the little soup left in the bowl.

"Riltov, what are you doing, can't I give it to the child if I can't finish it?"

Watching the son stop his grandson's behavior, the mother blamed Riltov.

"Mother, don't be stupid. You can't finish drinking this soup. At most, I will bring more prey back next time."

Riltov answered his mother bitterly. He didn't know how his mother felt sorry for his grandson, but if this went on, his mother's swollen body could not stand it, and sooner or later he would be dragged down.

The village was not without people who starved to death. They first became swollen and then quickly lost weight. When they died, they were completely skin and bones.

He didn't want his family to end up like this in the future, so he waited for the family to finish eating. Riltov opened the chatterbox. "Today I came back and met Solvasv, and he told me one thing."

After drawing the attention of the family, Riltov continued. "Solvasv told me that they plan to move."

Hearing what the husband said, the wife couldn't help but say. "Where are they going to move? There is famine everywhere now. Could it be..."