Chapter 237: Technology World: Jerry Starts by Fleeing Famine

Jerry prepared to go to the Technology World; it was full of mortals there, and human warmth was a bit stronger.

Upon entering the Technology World, he first arranged an identity for himself, then sealed his memories regarding the Douluo Continent.

After sealing his memories, Jerry passed out directly.

This was a world of technology, and the entire world was currently similar to the fifties on Earth.

Moreover, this place had just experienced a world war a few years ago, and various countries were in the initial stage of a peaceful era, all striving to develop.

Among them, there was a country quite similar to China, called China.

The identity Jerry chose was that of China, because this place made him feel closer.

When he woke up again, he was in the wilderness, with many people nearby, but they did not realize that an extra Jerry had appeared.

Jerry opened his eyes, feeling a bit lost for a moment; after lying on the ground for a long time, he slowly recovered his senses.

Looking around, there were about fifty or so people, men, women, old, and young, all wearing ragged clothes, somewhat like the attire in rural areas during the fifties.

Among these people, some were in groups of three or five, and some were alone.

At this moment, they had lit many bonfires and were holding hard white cakes, roasting them over the Fire Attribute.

What kind of situation is this?

I have transmigrated; I, a modern person, had just found a job and hadn't even started working yet, and I transmigrated.

Could it be that I was reading a novel last night, stayed up too late, and haven't woken up from my sleep yet?

Thinking of this, Jerry lay down again.

He thought to himself, wake up quickly, wake up quickly.

Then he opened his eyes to look, and he was still here.

He lay down again, and after a while, he opened his eyes again, and he was still here.

Can't wake up?

Jerry raised his hand and slapped his own face hard.

Ouch, that really hurts!

I am not dreaming; I, damn it, have transmigrated.

After repeated attempts, Jerry confirmed that he had truly transmigrated, and judging by the situation, he had transmigrated to a poverty-stricken era.

At this time, an old man not far away walked toward Jerry.

This old man had thick whiskers, greasy hair, and a face covered in the traces of time; his full head of silver hair showed he was already sixty or seventy years old.

His attire made one feel heartbroken; a set of gray cotton-padded jacket and trousers was covered in patches and was shiny with grease, clearly having not been washed for a long time.

His gait was somewhat unsteady, each step carrying heaviness and exhaustion.

As this old man got closer and closer to Jerry, a very strong smell of sweat drifted over, and Jerry almost vomited.

The old man walked up to Jerry, looked at him, and said, "Young man, you're hungry, right? The dry rations you brought aren't enough, are they! You are so young and eat a lot; I have a roasted cake here, just roasted hot, eat it!"

After the old man finished speaking, he stretched out a hand covered in calluses and handed Jerry a yellowish roasted cake.

Jerry was stunned, saying nothing and not reaching out to take the roasted cake.

Seeing this situation, the old man was a bit unhappy and directly stuffed the roasted cake into Jerry's hand.

"Young man, don't be shy, eat! Your appearance shows you are from a wealthy family; your family must have suffered a disaster. Now everyone is fleeing from famine; it's good enough to have food to eat, don't be picky."

"Seeing you makes me think of my grandson, who was about your age; he fell seriously ill on the road while fleeing and passed away after a few days."

"In this day and age, many families have no grain left. I heard Beijing is prosperous, so everyone is rushing here. Many people starved to death on the road; my grandson also had bad luck and got sick while fleeing."

"Young man, one look at you and I can tell you've never suffered. Being able to live until now is also good luck. Seeing you lie down and get up, lie down and get up just now, I could tell you were hungry—hungry to the point of not being able to sleep."

"Hold on for one more day; tomorrow at this time, we will be able to reach Beijing. I have four more roasted cakes here; you eat one first, and I'll give you another tomorrow. This way we can both survive until we reach Beijing; don't be picky."

"I don't have much food either. If I had met someone like you a few days ago, I wouldn't have given you my food. Don't blame me, and don't blame others; in this day and age, everyone is underfed. If I gave the food to you, the ones who might starve to death would be them. You are lucky; we will arrive tomorrow, and it just so happens I still have four roasted cakes."

"Once we reach Beijing, it will be fine. Once we reach Beijing, everyone will survive!"

"Eat the roasted cake quickly, or someone else will see you're young and snatch it from you."

After the old man finished speaking, he sat on the ground next to Jerry and began to eat his roasted cake.

Jerry felt very aggrieved now; how did he transmigrate to such an era where one couldn't even get enough to eat? However, Jerry soon accepted reality.

When Jerry first transmigrated to the Douluo Continent, it took him a long time to accept it, but now he accepted it in no time; it was his divinity influencing him.

Although Jerry had sealed his memories of the Douluo Continent, he had not sealed his memories of his past life.

Because he was preparing to enter the Small World with his original body, and he wasn't a child; if all his memories were sealed, wouldn't he become a fool?

This was also the reason why the current Jerry felt he had transmigrated.

Jerry's appearance was very young, his skin fair and smooth, completely without the traces of time. Looking at Jerry through the eyes of this world, he was only about fifteen, just a bit taller in height.

The birth of Jerry's divinity was mainly because he had achieved Cultivation into a god in the Douluo Continent, and after millions of years, he had slowly shed his humanity.

Because of these memories, divinity was born; Jerry sealed the memories of the Douluo Continent, which also disguisedly sealed most of his divinity.

But some divinity still leaked out, making Jerry feel taciturn, unexpressive, and unapproachable to strangers.

It was only because the old man was old, hospitable, and had seen much, plus Jerry was about the same age as his grandson, that he thought of his grandson's plight and came over to give Jerry a cake.

Jerry held the yellowish roasted cake, slowly brought it to his mouth, and took a bite; it was really hard and had no taste.

However, after hearing what the old man said, he understood what the situation was, so he forced himself to eat it.

The old man had long since finished eating; seeing Jerry finish, he lay down directly on the ground nearby.

Jerry began to check his own situation; his attire was also coarse cloth, just better than the old man's, without patches, but it looked like it hadn't been washed for days and even had a smell.

He was also carrying a bundle; Jerry opened the bundle, and the first thing he saw was an old-fashioned yellow-covered notebook, with a fountain pen tucked inside.

Under the yellow-covered notebook was a set of clothes, very clean, and next to the clothes was a bamboo box.

Jerry opened the bamboo box; inside was a tiny piece of roasted cake, not even a quarter of the one the old man gave him.

Putting down the bamboo box, Jerry opened the yellow-covered notebook; it was actually a diary.

At this moment, Jerry really wanted to complain; when others transmigrate, they at least absorb some memories of their predecessor, but he had nothing. The only good thing was that his predecessor kept a diary.

Jerry knew his own personality in the past; in order to make himself believe he had transmigrated after sealing his memories, he had arranged things in great detail, yet he couldn't make himself feel it was strange.

Moreover, Jerry's current appearance was different from his past life, so after sealing his memories, it was easy for him to realize he had transmigrated via soul possession.

If it was soul possession, then his clothes, bag, and such naturally had to be made to look like those of this era.

Jerry opened the diary; he was surprised to find he could recognize the characters of this world.

He couldn't help but think that it seemed soul possession still retained some memories, as he could recognize the text, but his own growth experiences were completely forgotten.

The diary was short, about fifty or sixty pages long. At this moment, the other refugees were resting on the spot, so Jerry started reading the diary directly.

Perhaps because Jerry's soul was relatively powerful, Jerry had sealed his cultivation and his divine sense, but the soul itself could not be sealed.

Therefore, Jerry read very quickly, scanning ten lines at a glance; he finished the fifty or sixty-page diary in less than twenty minutes, and he remembered everything.

Jerry couldn't help but sigh; after this transmigration, his memory had become stronger, and he remembered everything after reading it once.

According to the records in the diary, the original name of this body was Li Aiguo, and he lived in Peach Tree Village, Luobei Province. His father, Li Jianjun, was the only literate person in the village; he used to be a private school teacher in the town, but later, after the school closed down, he returned to the village.

The village chief of Peach Tree Village thought Li Jianjun was a scholar, so he found a dilapidated house in the village and let Li Jianjun teach the village children.

At first, Li Jianjun was unwilling, because in this era, it was better to farm, but the village chief persuaded everyone in the village. The village would collectively provide food, and Li Jianjun only needed to teach without having to farm.

After thinking about it, Li Jianjun agreed.

Later on, he married a girl from the village named Sun Er'ya; Er'ya was both her formal name and her nickname.

Not long after, Er'ya became pregnant, and when the child was born, Er'ya had a difficult labor.

The medical level in the village was too low; there were no hospitals at all, and they always called a midwife for deliveries.

Because it was a difficult labor, the midwife only saved the child, and Sun Er'ya could not be saved.

Sun Er'ya's death left Li Jianjun depressed for a long time. He had wanted to go with Sun Er'ya, but there was a child who needed him to provide for, so he gritted his teeth and persevered.

The child was named Li Aiguo, which meant "love for the country."

Li Aiguo was kept by Li Jianjun's side every day, taught to read and write. Since there was no land to farm at home, Li Aiguo had never done heavy labor, which was why he looked so fair and clean.

But heaven has unpredictable winds.

A drought arrived.

The entire Peach Tree Village originally had little farmland and was mainly filled with peach trees; every year, they would take the village's peaches to town to sell, and then buy some grain.

Now that there was a drought, the village lacked grain, and it couldn't be bought outside either.

The village had no grain left to take out, so Li Jianjun's family ran out of food.

For the sake of food, Li Jianjun ran to the back mountain, wanting to hunt a Rabbit to improve their life, but unfortunately, he didn't catch a Rabbit and instead encountered a wild boar, and it was a wild boar with tusks at that.

The wild boar in the mountains was full of wild ambition; seeing Li Jianjun, it charged straight over and rammed into Li Jianjun's stomach in one go.

It knocked Li Jianjun directly down a small hillside.

Seeing that the small hillside wasn't easy to go down, the wild boar ran away.

Li Jianjun's stomach had two holes poked into it, and when he fell down the small hillside, one of his legs was broken.

Li Jianjun, who had been unconscious for more than half an hour, suddenly woke up. He used his clothes to bind the wound on his stomach tightly, then found a tree branch to use as a crutch and walked toward the foot of the mountain step by step.

When he reached the entrance of the village, someone in the village finally saw his condition and hurried forward to help.

Along the way, Li Jianjun had realized his own situation, so he had people call for Li Aiguo.

He told Li Aiguo not to be sad; he had long wanted to go with Sun Er'ya, but because of Li Aiguo, he hadn't.

Now his time was running out, but the only thing he couldn't let go of was Li Aiguo.

He also knew the situation in the village; every household had many children, so it was impossible for them to adopt Li Aiguo. Besides, there wasn't enough to eat. Li Aiguo was 15 years old now, exactly at the age of growing, and he ate a lot. The village had taken good care of their family over the years, and he didn't want to leave another child behind to burden the village.

Li Aiguo had never done heavy labor since he was a child and didn't know how to farm; staying in the village had no future. Li Jianjun wanted Li Aiguo to go to a big city, where Li Aiguo, who could read, would have a place to put his skills to use.

The only food in the house was 20 flatbreads; he told Li Aiguo to take them all and go to Beijing to flee the famine.

Li Jianjun didn't know if 20 flatbreads could get Li Aiguo to Beijing, but there was at least a glimmer of hope, which was better than staying in the village.

After giving his final instructions, Li Jianjun breathed his last. He had been able to drag his severely injured body back by relying on his powerful willpower; he had to come back to give Li Aiguo instructions, and now that he had finished, he was at ease.

With the help of the villagers, he was buried quickly under the largest peach tree in the peach orchard. There were a few other graves here; only those who had made contributions to the village could be buried here.

Li Jianjun had taught in the village for so many years, which counted as a great contribution, so the village chief had people bury him here.

Li Aiguo had to flee the famine, so the village scraped together another 20 flatbreads for him, and then Li Aiguo set off.

This journey took 34 days.

The diary for these 34 days was sparse, writing a few entries about things on the road.

On the 14th day, he met a group of refugees and then followed the group.

On the 20th day, one person in this refugee group died. This person had run out of food a few days earlier, and no one had shared with him. Now he couldn't hold on anymore, and while walking, he just collapsed on the ground and stopped breathing.

On the 23rd day, another one died, a child about his age. He had gotten sick, and his grandfather had carried him for a few days, but he didn't make it to Beijing and died of illness.

On the 25th day, seven or eight people who had no food started robbing others, but the person they robbed wasn't easy to deal with; he carried a knife and stabbed three people directly. The others were scared and left the group with the wounded.

On the 26th day, three people left.

On the 27th day, two people left.

On the 28th day, one person didn't wake up the next day; the people nearby checked and found they had stopped breathing.

On the 33rd day, his own food was only a small piece left. He didn't know how long it would take to reach Beijing. Many people in the group said they could arrive tomorrow, but when tomorrow came, they were still on the road, and because he wasn't eating enough every day, he felt his body getting weaker and weaker.

The diary ended here. It must have been the 34th day when his body couldn't hold on anymore; he died while resting, and then Jerry's soul transmigrated over.

After seeing the contents, Jerry completely understood his identity.

Although he had just eaten a flatbread, he now felt weak all over.

Suddenly, Jerry thought of the diary entry for the 33rd day, where many people said they would arrive tomorrow, and then they were still on the road the next day. So, the old man just now said they could arrive tomorrow and even shared a flatbread with him.

It seems that "arriving tomorrow" is just a comforting slogan.

This old man lost his grandson, and now he has shared his flatbread with me.

Could it be that this old gentleman doesn't know that sesame cakes are life itself right now?

However, it is currently noon, the Sun is high, and traveling now would be a great waste of stamina, so everyone is resting, though it is unknown for how long.

Jerry estimated it was around five or six o'clock, with the Sun about to set, when someone in the group shouted that it was time to set off.

Soon, everyone slowly stood up and began to travel in one direction.

Fifty or sixty people, with uneven paces, stretched out into a line two or three hundred meters long.

Jerry followed behind the old gentleman, walking slowly.

This walk lasted all night; the weather was hot during the day, making it difficult to travel, so most of the time was spent traveling at night when it was a bit cooler.

I must say, the stars in this era are truly bright; one can even see the road surface at night.

The next day, at around ten o'clock, the Sun had already risen high, its scorching rays shining down on everyone.

The people in front found a forest and stopped, looking as if they were prepared to rest there.

The people behind arrived one after another, and suddenly someone shouted that there was a river nearby.

As soon as this shout rang out, those who had already run out of strength rushed toward the river.

Jerry also followed and ran to the riverbank; by this time, many people had already arrived first, lying directly on the bank, lowering their heads to drink water, while some even plunged their heads into the water, wanting to cool off.

Jerry did not hesitate either and lay down to drink water; after drinking a bellyful, he lay down right there on the side, just as many others had done.

After drinking the water, his stamina slowly underwent Recovery.

At this moment, Jerry looked at the river; the edge was not very deep, reaching about to Jerry's calves, and there were some fish swimming inside.

Upon seeing the fish, Jerry was very excited and shouted loudly, "There are fish in the water!"

Jerry had originally thought that after he shouted, many people would go down to catch fish, but in reality, no one went down.

The old gentleman nearby then told Jerry that, first, everyone was very tired, and second, the fish were hard to catch.

If one were to go catch fish now, it would waste stamina, and in the end, one might not even catch any.

After resting for half an hour, Jerry felt his stamina had undergone much Recovery, but seeing the fish in the river, he was a bit unwilling to give up.

Suddenly, he thought of the fact that someone in the group had a knife, and Jerry had an idea.

Jerry found a tree branch in the nearby forest, over two meters long; it wasn't very straight, but it was close enough.

He asked the old gentleman who had a knife, the old gentleman pointed, and then Jerry took the branch and ran over.

The person with the knife was a man, about thirty years old, with a thick beard and a burly appearance; he used to be a pig butcher, so he carried a pig-slaughtering knife with him.

Now that people couldn't even get enough to eat, there were no pigs for him to slaughter, so he was thinking that Beijing was prosperous and planned to go to Beijing to work as a pig butcher.

Seeing Jerry running over carrying a branch, the pig butcher was also cautious and directly pulled out his pig-slaughtering knife.

Previously, someone had wanted to rob him because he had a lot of food.

As for why no one robbed Jerry, Jerry felt it was because he was young, tall, and when he ate, they had also seen his pack, and he didn't eat much.

In fact, a few days ago, there was no such person as Jerry in the group at all, and the diary was also something Jerry had arranged beforehand.

Seeing Jerry coming over with a branch, he thought that the tall and sturdy Jerry also wanted to rob him, so he directly brandished the pig-slaughtering knife.

Seeing the pig butcher brandish his knife, Jerry hurriedly said, "Uncle, don't misunderstand, I'm not looking for trouble. I just saw fish in the river, and my food is gone, so I want to spear some fish to eat. I just want to borrow your knife to sharpen this branch of mine a bit; I really have no other intentions."

Upon hearing Jerry's words, the pig butcher looked at Jerry and discovered that Jerry indeed had no malicious intent; hearing Jerry say he had no food and wanted to spear fish, the pig butcher couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for Jerry—it was all the misery caused by food.

But he wouldn't hand the knife over to Jerry; this was the item he used to save his life.

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