Dragon Warriors
Chapter 68. Janda Village

"Who are you really?" look at the girl, in Feng Ni's back sling ran hard.

"Say where you can be safe?" Feng Ni asked back.

There was no time for him to stall every opportunity in every condition.

"Front turn right," replied the girl without being able to answer the question.

Feng Ni followed the direction the girl pointed to. After arriving, Feng Ni lowered the girl to an old house on the edge of the river.

"You should have survived. I have to go" Feng Ni said goodbye.

"Wait!!" the girl's hand stalling intending to stop her helper step. "Hopefully we can meet again" he said lirih could not stop the steps of people who were far away.

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On a clear morning and its rays were shining all over the Asian hemisphere, Feng Ni again had to tread the path to arrive at his own palace.

He returned to look at the lives of the commoners in another village. The people who are only occupied by old widows and small children in recovery get a bite of rice.

With the gold coins still left in cloth bags on his belt, Feng Ni donated the entire contents of the bag to the widows hoping for miracles to connect their lives.

"Buy rice and corn" said Feng Ni handing over the bag of gold coins.

"thank you. May the Goddess God will protect you "said the group of widows with happy sad faces.

"Together," Feng Ni replied and walked over again.

The widow group went to a nearby market to get all the groceries they needed.

Those hefty gold coins they also spent half. The remaining gold coins, they want to manage to suffice the village group of widows every day without expecting a long wait in hunger.

Some of the ingredients for the business they buy from the related store. After all was bought, the group of widows who went to the market came home with all the ingredients, with the train of gobrak that was full of soaring.

3 widows pushing from behind the shackles, 4 pulling from the front, and 2 sides each assisted by a widowed woman.

"To thank you we have the opportunity to live. We must persevere in developing this fortune" said one of the widows in front of the cart.

"Yes, right," answered the other widow.

The spirit to fight to rise again was able to make them carry carts full and heavy until the village shelter widow and children.

Their return was met with a matchless welcome of happiness by the widowed villagers.

They were shoulder to shoulder lowering each object in the wagon. Including children who can lift objects, it will also contribute.

"Mother, hungry," whined a hungry boy.

"Patience yes. Soon the food will be cooked," replied the widow's teary-eyed mother, remembering that all this time the cooked was pebbles in a clay pot. Where is the water of the stew of stones that was given to his son who was hungry all day.

The same pain also experienced by other widows, some also until their children died in a state of hunger continues.

All the purchased items had already come down from the wagon. It was time to cook the life-giving food.

The village of widows is like a curse village without one giving help to their daily lives. Today it seems like again can flush the blessing of people who look not too rich.

Praise them for the miracles they received from the God Goddess in heaven.

Some widows peel yellow sweet potatoes to add in porridge cooking, in a large-sized boiler (pot/pan) on a fire stove.

"Mothers...We are lapers" lamented some children sitting in front of the doors of their huts surrounding the general cooking stove.

Perih it feels heart to see the complaints of children every day who only drink water stew mixed with pebbles cooked long enough.

But for now, the children will get real food, can make their stomach full solid all day.

The soft porridge mixed with sweet sweet sweet potatoes is perfectly ripe, with a fragrant and tempting aroma.

2 widowed women scoop sweet potato porridge with a long barrel into a container that they get from coconut shells, and make them as one of their equipment parts instead of bowls and plates.

The spoon they wear is also made of cracked coconut shells divided into several parts. There are also those who use a spoon made from old banana leaves.

The boiling sweet potato porridge was blown with gratitude before it entered the mouths of children who still needed help to feed themselves.

Aaakkc....

The children opened their lager mouths waiting for cooking in the public kitchen in front of their huts.

Nyamm.....Nyamm.....

It was nice that the widow's heart upon seeing what was left to remember they could taste real food after all these years.

After feeding the children, the widowed women chose to share the remaining sweet potato porridge water in the boiler.

"Hopefully we can meet our own needs" said a widow's prayer before sipping 1/4 centong of sweet potato porridge water which is divided equally all to the widow.

Then simultaneously they gulped with satisfaction and more full, rather than having to drink water alone.

Their work is still a lot, some rather large children clean up the state of the soup kitchen.While the widows began to divide the work tasks according to their respective expertise.

There are those who grow sweet potatoes from the yams they buy.There are those who grow corn seeds on the outskirts of their huts. There are also those who develop expertise with woven fabrics. There are also those who make bamboo caping after finishing sowing corn seeds.

"Mom, why are we planting that?" asked a little girl, helping to compose thin bamboo strands, continuing her curiosity.

"It can be a quick harvest and help the needs of everyone here" replied the mother began to create a basis for caping.

From the yam and corn plants, then the yam will be better prepared for harvest. In addition, sweet potato leaves can be used as vegetables when not harvested.

"Now you understand, right?" asked the mother stroked the face of her little girl who was suffering.

The boy did not understand and had a desire to help care for the plants surrounding their hut.

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Elsewhere, Feng Ni still walked between the paths and sometimes the mountain slopes that were still the abode of wild beasts.

For the safety of all beings living side by side, Feng Ni made a makeshift guardrail, for humans and beasts in the middle of the forest did not mess with each other.

Many tree branches that Feng Ni stuck to the ground as a barrier, with martial arts and energy in not impossibly the job was completed quickly in 1 day.

"It's the last branch" said Feng Ni stuck a twig on the ground.

I also finished work after nightfall. Feng Ni again continued the short journey to find a place to rest his legs.

Seeing the buffalo cages owned by residents, Feng Ni was reluctant to spend the night there. There are no plantations or paddy huts in this village.

"This, they must be animal farmers," said Feng Ni difficult to get a place to spend the night.

All of these villages are filled with animal husbandry cages, in addition to buffalo there are also poultry cages such as ducks, chickens, quails.

The pungent smell disturbed Feng Ni who was trying to get out of the confines of the farm village.

The light steps of Feng Ni's body that ran between the farmer's hut and the farmhouse made him more quickly reach the limits of the village area.

"Finally.." relieved Feng Ni was breathing freely.

Flasback off

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