Taking advantage of the pitch-black darkness, when everyone was too exhausted (from being scared) to pay attention, he reached out to the corpse beside him, but there was only a pocket the size of a palm left; no money, only food.
Who among serfs has money? Everyone was aware of these conscriptions, so they all brought some grain when they came. Inside were two strips of jerky the size of fingers.
He had no idea what kind of meat was dried into jerky; anyway, it looked blacker than the night and felt like wood to touch—trying to bite it would break one's teeth.
But the slight meat flavor in his mouth made him secretly smile.
This person probably couldn't bear to eat it all at once, which turned out to be fortunate for him.
No need to go hungry tonight!
"Damn barbarians, haven't seen you kill a single one."
"You're all like sickeningly useless mud."
"Damn it, get up and move!"
