Xinghua Village is surrounded by Xiao Ran, poor and poor, and the people who can go have gone to other villages and other counties to flee, and there are only some old and weak soldiers left in Xinghua Village. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The main reason for this is that Xinghua Village has been affected by natural disasters such as drought, floods, and snowstorms in recent years, and the crops have not been harvested, and the imperial court taxes have only increased.

The young people who joined the army and went to the battlefield died, and those who did not die could not return home once for a few years; the middle-aged men fled with their wives and children; the elderly people had inconvenient legs and feet, and they had no ability to work, so they could only sit and wait for death in Xinghua Village; some women were even more miserable, and their husbands died in the army, leaving orphans and widows, helpless and helpless.

There are less than 700 people in Xinghua Village, but it is suffering from famine. In the beginning, the few men could go to the forest to hunt prey and come back to roast and eat, but then there were no animals in the forest.

Some fathers find a little food, give it all to their wives and children, and turn around and secretly lick the residual juice left on their hands, while others, because they are too hungry and have no milk to feed their children, cut off their fingers and use blood to maintain the child's weak breath. Some elderly people, who have children and grandchildren under their knees, even chose to end their lives in order to save them a little food and reduce their burden.

Fukuzawa, as the head of the village, has long opened a warehouse to release grain, and the grain depot is already empty. Fukuzawa also has no rice in his own house, and he has written several times to report the disaster, and he has sunk into the sea when he returns. I once heard Li Zheng from another village say that the imperial court had allocated the money and materials for disaster relief, but it never reached Fukuzawa's hands.

The people fled to the surrounding villages, which at first accepted them, but then when the number of people grew, the villages stopped letting the fleeing people into the villages. Those who fled to other counties were not heard from, and some fled to Nanyang City, where they were bold enough to sue the emperor, but they were beaten to death with sticks and thrown into the wilderness.

There are less than 400 people left in the village, and now they want to flee all of them, and if they stay, they will wait for death, so it is better to give it a go, maybe there is still a chance.

"Folks, please give me another chance, I've already rewritten the memo, this time, I'm going to skip the level and report it. The emperor will definitely see my performance and send disaster relief materials to help us. The fate of the people who fled before is uncertain, please give me three more days, folks. In the past few days, everyone went to the forest near the village to dig some wild vegetables and cook soup to fill their stomachs, and persevered..."

Fukuzawa rushed to the entrance of the village and stopped the people who were about to flee, so that he could persuade the people to leave.

The old man found a refugee's torn clothes to wear from nowhere, and his face was dirty and black, looking similar to the refugees in Xinghua Village.

On the narrow village road, the refugees sat on the ground with pale faces. Walking through a pile of refugees at an advanced age, the feeling of being dirty and disgusting came to mind.

It's not that they don't go to pick wild vegetables, but they have already collected all the wild vegetables in the forest, and even the bark of the trees has been eaten.

"Mother... I'm hungry too..."A three-year-old girl said pitifully as she watched her mother feed her infant brother with blood, crying aggrievedly.

The woman's face was pale and sickly, she had lost a lot of blood, but seeing her little daughter's pleading eyes, she still put her cut finger into her little daughter's mouth.

The youngest daughter greedily sucked the blood flowing from the woman's fingers, and the woman couldn't cry and choked up: "Drink... Mo'er... , I'm sorry for you. Didn't... Take care of... You grew up and didn't wait... Your daddy... Come back. ”

There were many refugees, young and old, all from the same village, and everyone encouraged each other. Next to this woman, there was an old woman who was moved to tears by this woman, and said, "Mo'er and her mother, you are still young, don't say such stupid things." Look at you, your face is pale, stop drinking blood from your child. The old woman has no flesh on her body, but there is a lot of blood. Come, drink mine, live well, and wait for the stone to come back. He was in a hurry, and he didn't know you had a new son for him!"

Seeing that the old woman was about to bite her fingers, the woman hurriedly took her hand and stopped: "Grandma Zeng, you are old, how can Daimo let Mo'er drink your blood?" (Ding Daimo, Fang Ling 20, husband Su Yishi, daughter Su Mo'er, son Su Zhanhe. ）

"It's not in the way..."The grandmother of the Zeng family held the crying Su Mo'er in her arms, and coaxed her amiably, because Ding Daimo stopped her in every possible way, she didn't bite her fingers, and wept again: "Mo'er and her mother, they are all neighbors, don't be so outside." Listen to me, if the relief food from the imperial court does not come down in a few days, and I am starving, you will roast my meat and eat it with the rest of you. ”

"I can't help it!" Ding Daimo shook her head in panic and said, thinking about the scene of eating human flesh, she felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

How could just a little blood fill Su Mo'er's stomach? She was still crying to eat, but Ding Daimo just wiped her tears silently, "Mo'er, don't cry. When the relief supplies arrive, we'll have something to eat..."

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and they all hung their heads helplessly. The pain of sympathy, all that remains is a lament. The conversation between Ding Daimo and Grandma Zeng's family, everyone saw it in their eyes and listened to it in their hearts, both moved and sad. Their old men and women are dead, but those young people, their years of love have just begun, and those children have not even had a chance to enjoy the beauty of this world. Having lost their precious lives in this way, how can they not make people feel resentful of the current imperial court's ignorance? The dignified Southern Xia State was the head of the eight great powers, and now it is a model for the Seven Kingdoms to learn from, but it allowed its people to starve to death! Where is the emperor's virtue and politics?

"Everyone said, this time, can Li Zheng Fuze really report to the next level and apply for disaster relief materials for us?"

"Alas, it is a violation of the laws of Southern Xia to report to the next level, but I am afraid that in the end, it will be a bamboo basket to draw water..."

"Everyone in the world says, 'The emperor is gracious to the world and loves the people like a son'. But Xinghua Village has been tormented by drought, floods, snowstorms and other disasters in the past three years, starving and freezing, why doesn't the emperor open his eyes to look at us poor people!"

"Don't be discouraged, let's go back to our own house and rest first, maybe Fukuzari can really succeed!"

"Alas... Let's go... If you want to die, you will die at home......"

"Let's go, let's go..."

Most of their houses are still there, but some are intact, some have a few large holes in the roof, some are directly open-air, and some of the beams are shaky. The villagers slowly walked in the direction of their own homes, and those who did not have houses followed to other people's houses. At this time, everyone can still help each other, which is really rare. Looking at the woman named Ding Daimo holding her infant son Su Zhanhe with one hand, and holding her three-year-old daughter Su Mo'er in the direction of home with the other, the old age also looked in that direction.

That Ding Daimo's house is where we hide Ye Ling'er!

Seeing that something was wrong, the old man quickly rushed back in front of the villagers as quickly as possible.