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However, if there is no water, someone will come to deliver it, will there be such a good thing? Xiao Lan maintained a skeptical attitude. He didn't just say a word from Wang Niuguang, and as soon as his brain was hot, he gave him a cautious little water to drink.

Empty gloves white wolf, Xiao Lan doesn't want to be the "white wolf". Only when Wang Niuguang took him to a place where there was water, Xiao Lan could give him water to drink.

Even if it is far away, no matter how big the sun is, it is worth it for the "well" in Wang Niuguang's mouth. So soon after Wang Niuguang said it, Xiao Lan hugged Wang Ya with a bamboo basket on her back and followed Wang Niuguang to a place where there was a well.

When they reached the place where there was a well, evening came.

On the edge of the sky, the fiery clouds burned, and half the sky was red.

Xiao Lan looked at the dilapidated and narrow well, and immediately understood the reason why Wang Niuguang knew where the well was, and he was still thirsty. The rope of the well was broken, it could no longer be used, and even the bucket was gone. In such a situation, even if Wang Niuguang knew the location of the well, it was impossible to get water.

Xiao Lan found a relatively large stone next to the well, and then threw it into the well. Soon after, there was a muffled sound of stones hitting the water at the bottom of the well, and Xiao Lan was sure that there was water in the well this time, which could save them for a week or so. As for what happens after drinking the water, the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, and then take a step, and it would be good not to starve.

Water had to be fetched from the well before the evening, which involved team coordination.

Wang Niuguang went to look for a sturdy object, Xiao Lan repaired the wooden barrel at the wellhead, and Wang Ya looked at the bamboo basket. They came and went, and before evening, they all repaired the well. With water and a simple meal of stored grain, the group marched north overnight, trying to keep up with the large army fleeing from the famine.

After spending three days and three nights, the group finally arrived at a large county town, and there were many refugees wandering around the area outside the county.

Most of them look down-and-out, sloppy and untidy, with thin and sallow faces, which are simply skinny and bone-like. There was not much expression on their faces, more numbness, sitting or lying there, motionless, the crowd did not even bother to talk, and occasionally there would be one or two loud cries to mourn their loved ones who could not wake up.

The dead were pulled out of the county seat, piled up on ox carts, and went to a mass grave not far from the county seat, and the dead were thrown away.

In these years, even a bowl of porridge is worth more than a human life.

Many people have been far from home, displaced from place to place, and have found a place to help, hoping that they will not die of hunger.

Now look at the refugees here, who came here, at least half of them died on the way, and everything that came here shattered their illusions.

From heading out on the road full of hope, to despair and numbness, that's the emotion on their faces. Damn it, it's still dead, it's just a little later.

In this era, human life is the least valuable.

Xiao Lan watched quietly together, and didn't say a word after coming into the county seat, and occasionally a few people stepped forward to pull Xiao Lan in the hope of getting a bite to eat, but they were all stopped by Wang Niuguang without revealing anything.

The refugees here have lost their minds, and anyone who comes in will beg for food, even a sip of water. But Xiao Lan didn't have great love in his heart, and these desperate begs were all ignored by him.

As soon as Wang Niuguang entered the county seat, he separated from Xiao Lan and went to inquire about his grandmother's whereabouts. This was his original purpose, although he was just a good guide to Xiao Lan, but Xiao Lan didn't have any intention of keeping people, so he let him go.

After walking for a day, Xiao Lan walked around the county all the way, hoping to find a place to rest tonight, and then make plans.

As more and more people came to ask Xiao Lan to beg for food, Wang Ya, who had been held in Xiao Lan's arms, was puzzled, she looked at the one who came to ask for food refugees and asked: "Grandpa, why do they have to ask for food, are they very hungry?" Wang Ya knew that the feeling of being hungry was not at all, and she couldn't bear to see the refugees hungry.

The child has kindness in his heart and will always sympathize with the begging of refugees, and Wang Ya asked Xiao Lan precisely because of her emotions. Xiao Lan also chose to guide and explain slowly.

Xiao Lan nodded expressionlessly and said, "Yes, they are hungry." "I'm so hungry that if I don't have anything to eat, I'm going to starve to death.

Since Xiao Lan answered, Wang Ya tilted her head and boldly suggested to Xiao Lan: "Then why can't we give him something to eat?" Wang Ya understood that her grandfather had some cakes in his hands, and as long as they were distributed to the refugees, they wouldn't die, wouldn't that be good?

Xiao Lan looked ahead and didn't lower his head to look at Wang Ya, but his mouth slowly instilled his own outlook on life in her mouth, hoping to enlighten her.

"If one is given, there will be a second, and a third, and it will all be gone. Yaya won't have any mush to eat, is that okay?"

If you want to talk about dedication, Xiao Lan can't do it at that point yet. No matter how much he went through the mission world, she didn't develop the wrong idea of blind kindness.

After the analysis, Xiao Lan asked Wang Ya bluntly: "So Yaya wants to be hungry herself?"

"No, Yaya doesn't want to go hungry. Wang Ya's head kept shaking, denying to answer.

Wang Ya doesn't want the refugees to die, and she doesn't want to go hungry herself, so she wants to fulfill the interests of others but hurt her own interests, and she is a child.

"Yes, the girls don't want to go hungry, and neither do they. Xiao Lan continued, "If they asked once, Grandpa gave it." The second time I came to ask, Grandpa also gave it to him, and in the end, Grandpa had no bread, so they would come to scold Grandpa and not give them bread to eat. ”

"Don't be a bad person. ”

"Yaya, do you understand?" Finally, Xiao Lan's gaze turned to Wang Ya in her arms.

This time, Wang Ya just nodded and did not speak.

Kindness, Xiao Lan also has it, but sometimes people who show kindness themselves must have a certain amount of capital and strength. If Xiao Lan was a rich man himself this time, rather than a farmer, then he would definitely have covered all the food for the refugees in this city.

No one likes to see death, and seeing corpses being pushed past his eyes again and again, he is also depressed when he sees it.

But so what? Now Xiao Lan is just a peasant, and he can't even guarantee his future life, so how can he help others.

This mission world is unlike any other, it is more realistic and brutal, there is no chance here for you to soar into the sky, and even whether you will survive to see the sun tomorrow is a question.

This is what Xiao Lan has experienced after coming here for half a month.