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Chapter 12 12. Discovery
In fact, some people did do this. There are indeed many potholes at the bottom of the river, but it seems that luck is not very good and no water is found.

But when he saw the wooden stick in his hand, Gu Lan's eyes that had just lit up dimmed again. How could they be able to dig deep with just the stick in their hands.

"Mother, what's wrong?"

An An looked at her mother wonderingly, wondering why she stopped walking.

"It's okay." Gulan came back to his senses and touched the little bun, then continued to look at the mud under his feet.

It is estimated that there is still half an hour before the sky is really dark, so let's give it a try anyway.

Then Gulan faced the cracked ground under his feet and started digging with the stick in his hand, but Gulan wanted to throw away the stick for a shovel in the space because of the efficiency.

Little Baozi An An looked at his mother strangely. Although he didn't know what his mother was doing, it didn't prevent him from following his mother's example. He also used the small wooden stick in his hand to poke on the dry ground.

Dahei at the side also looked at it strangely, and then quickly scratched it with his paws like Little Baozi.

The two front paws quickly clawed at the cracked ground under their feet, obviously much faster than Gulan and the others.

A burst of dirt flew up, and Dahei's head and body were covered with dirt.

Gu Lan was also digging down the crack with the wooden stick in his hand, taking time to smile at Xiao Baozi and Da Hei who were also working hard.

On the other hand, Gulan and his group’s actions were also seen by other refugees who did not go ashore. Seeing the traces of excavation scattered around the bottom of the river, most of them walked towards the upper edge of the river. Plus a scrawny dog ​​and what a find.

"Let's go up too, we won't find anything here." An old man in ragged clothes said to his children and grandchildren who came down with him. His eyes were full of confusion about life, helplessness and numbness. The diggers, one big and one small, sighed invisibly, and took the lead towards the riverside with weak steps.

Several other people also left the river bottom together with frowning, full of worry in their hearts. If they can't find water and food again, I really don't know how long they can last?

"Mom, Nini is hungry..."

"Hey, my bridesmaid is looking for it, and there will be something to eat in a while."

"Well, mother..."

The woman who spoke carefully protected her daughter, kept away from other people as much as possible, and turned under the river, but unfortunately, like others, she had nothing to gain.

The woman looked sad, and looked at the few wild vegetables in the wooden basket. Although the harvest was more than usual, but thinking of the harsh mother-in-law, the ones that could really be divided into the mouths of their mother and daughter might not even have two vegetable leaves. No.

The woman felt very bitter in her heart. Looking at the weak and weak daughter, even though she was weak, she still staggered and wanted to find more food, so that the mother-in-law could show mercy and give the child an extra bite.

On the other side, Gulan, who was hundreds of meters away from the mother and daughter, was struggling against the parched land, ignoring the strange gazes around her.

After pawing for a while, although the humidity of the soil increased obviously, there was no shadow of water at all. To be honest, Gulan was ready to give up.

It didn't matter if she didn't give up, it was an impossible task to dig a deep hole with only the wooden stick in her hand.

When Gu Lan looked at the sky speechlessly, An An's surprised voice came over.

"Mom, what do you think this is?"

Then, a shell creature about the size of her palm appeared in front of Gulan's eyes.

Her brain was sluggish for a few seconds, and Gu Lan's eyes lit up when she realized it. If she didn't admit it wrong, it was... a river clam.

Gu Lan watched the mussel's eyes become brighter and brighter, then took the mussel covered in mud from Xiao Baozi's hand, and looked towards the gap on the edge of the mussel.

In fact, Gu Lan already had a premonition when he felt the weight of the clam in his hand. Looking at the clam tightly closed and emitting a trace of water vapor, Gu Lan's eyes deepened with joy.

That's right, how can there be such things as mussels and snails in the river?
They are very tenacious and can survive given the slightest chance.

The place under his feet obviously still has moisture underground, which is probably the main reason why the mussels are alive.

In other words, there should be other living mussels or snails here.

Thinking of this, Gu Lan, who had seen all the good things, couldn't calm down, hugged the little bun happily and took a bite.

"Son, you are amazing. You found something to eat. This is full of meat. We want to eat meat." Although a little excited, Gu Lan still suppressed his excitement and whispered to his son.

Although An An is still a little shy in the face of Mother's enthusiasm, it is much better than before. Mother said that this is an expression of love for him.

Hearing Mother's praise, An An was very happy, grabbed the mussel thrown by Mother on the ground and smiled foolishly.

This is what the food "meat" mother said. For him who has experienced extreme hunger, what does food represent?As a young boy, he already understood and understood what it means to cherish, so he grasped it tightly with his little hands.

"Mother..." Little Baozi held up the mussel in his hand and handed it to Mother again, with a sweet smile that touched Gu Lan's heart.

"Good boy" Gulan took the mussels and put them into the willow baskets weaved for the journey. They were wrapped in the deepest part of the willow baskets and covered with dead leaves. You don't have to worry about getting the package dirty when you put them in.

"Son, let's look for it together, especially where there are cracks." Gu Lan said, pointing to the surrounding cracks.

If things like river clams want to survive, it is impossible to wrap themselves in the deep mud. They also need to breathe, so they are most likely to hide in cracks.

Gulan looked up at the sky, how long it would take for the sky to get dark, and their time was running out.

"Son, come on!" Gu Lan waved at Xiao Baozi.

"Well, here is Dahei..." Ji An's emotions were completely driven by his mother, and he called Dahei who was digging the ground, and pointed to the cracks to search for it, and Gu Lan did the same.

After a while, both mother and son gained something, and showed each other their trophies.

"Mother...Look..." An An held up the clam in his hand and looked at Gu Lan with a bright smile. The same was true for Gu Lan, who also had a piece of mud in his hand.

It's just that hers was not a river clam, but a snail the size of a baby's fist. When Gulan dug it out, he checked it for the first time, and it was alive, not an empty shell.

The re-harvesting brought great confidence to the mother and son. They threw it into the basket and looked forward to finding it again. If they were lucky, they would have something to eat in the next few days.

After the mother and son worked together, as they moved the basket became heavier and heavier, and the smiles on the faces of the mother and son became more and more forbearing.

At the same time, their abnormality also attracted the attention of the few people at the bottom of the river, and everyone began to approach them slowly.

The first to be discovered was the mother and daughter not far from them.

At first, the mother and daughter didn't care about it, but as the distance got closer, they noticed that the two people in front of them were constantly moving and pulling the soil too frequently, and they would still put things into the basket from time to time, which was a bit strange .

"Mom, what are they... doing? Did they dig out food?" The little girl was so hungry that the only thing she could think of was to eat.

　Thick-skinned, eating a piece of meat, the author asks for tickets every day (з(c)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)