"Grandma, you eat too. ”

The child pointed to the bowl of porridge opposite.

"I'm not hungry. The old woman turned to Fahai and said with a smile, "Master, you are passing through here, right? ”

Fahai turned his head and looked into the pot.

It is said that there is still it, but in fact, there is only a shallow layer of porridge left, and he eats it, and the excess is definitely not enough for the old woman to eat.

"Old man, where is your son and daughter-in-law?"

Fahai asked.

"Son and daughter-in-law, ......"

The old woman's eyes were lowered, as if she was a little dazed, and said, "Daughter-in-law, she has passed away a long time ago." Son...... I don't know where he went. ”

"Huh?"

The woman forced two laughs, shook her head, and urged him to drink the porridge again.

"Do you still have rice at home?"

Fahai said suddenly.

He noticed that the rice bowl was empty.

After saying this, the old woman's eyes suddenly turned red, "Young man, I beg you something, when you leave, can you try to take Xiaohu away." ”

Fahai looked puzzled.

The old woman spoke slowly of what had happened in the town.

This autumn, when the wheat in the field was harvested, disappeared, and the people of the town thought it was strange, but they could not find out who had stolen it.

When the news came out, the rice shop's stock of grain was sold out in just three days.

The purchase channel is gone, and the shop is naturally closed.

At first, many people did not realize the seriousness of the problem, until a month later, one family ran out of rice.

To be precise, not only rice, but everything that can satisfy the stomach has been eaten.

What should I do if I don't have anything to eat? People have to live, right?

At this time, most of the restaurants and inns have closed down because of food shortages, and even if you have money, you can't buy food.

For a time, there was a famine in Nan'an Town, and the wild vegetables had already been dug up cleanly, even the bark and grass roots, what can't the hungry people eat?

Yi Zi eats more than just four words on paper.

At this time, a new restaurant was opened in the town, which still provided food, and people flocked to it for a while.

But the strange thing is that this restaurant does not accept cash, only life.

If you want to eat at the inn, it's simple, just sign a contract.

Hearing this, Fahai's face gradually sank, but he still had the patience to continue listening.

"I'm so hungry, who cares about the contract? If you sign your name, you can eat enough, how can there be such a good thing in the world? As for the so-called trading lifespan, who believes it? Everyone still thinks that the owner of the restaurant is a great good man, and he has changed his way to help them. ”

The old woman said this, her eyes showed fear: "Who knows, all the people who signed the autograph had nothing to do at that time, and when they walked out of the restaurant after eating, they were dozens of years old on the spot!"

"And what was the reaction of the others?"

Fahai asked, raising an eyebrow.

In a restaurant, it is impossible for the whole town to eat at the same time, and there are always people who have not eaten yet.

"Others...... What can I do? Hungry ghosts and hungry ghosts, you have to choose one of them, right? Some people choose to leave the town, and who knows, the corpses will appear in the town at noon the next day, and several batches will die, and no one will think about leaving. ”

"In addition, the restaurant forbade us to disclose information to the travelers, and if anyone was found communicating with the travelers, their entire family would die the next day. ”

The old woman fell into the memory, and the look of anger and pain on her face alternated back and forth, "The owner of the restaurant allows outside food, and the price is clearly marked, and the life span is exchanged for a bowl of rice for a year. The first people to go, it was only because they ate too much that the change would be so obvious. ”

Rice and dishes are obviously not the same price.

Fahai was thoughtful.

Ordinary people, as long as they are given a little way to live, they can persist in surviving.

He could already guess the rest of the story.

A bowl of rice with a one-year life expectancy sounds outrageous, but if you save a little and mix it with a little more water, a bowl of rice is barely enough for a big family to last a day.

Not to mention that there is one person who feeds the whole family and is not hungry.

"At that time, I really couldn't hold on, so I thought about going to the restaurant to change some rations, anyway, I was too old to live. ”

The old woman was full of regret: "As a result, it was a day late, my son left a letter, and he was never seen again, and the next day the people in the restaurant sent a small half jar of rice." ”

She pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from her bosom, with only one sentence on it.

"Mother, my son is not filial, Xiaohu may have to be taken care of by you next. ”

Fahai didn't ask the old woman what she was going to do next.

If he hadn't come over today, I'm afraid the old woman would have been ready to take her grandson Xiaohu on the road together, right?

Even if she trades with her life, how many days is enough for the child?

And Xiaohu looks less than ten years old, can he live well alone?

It's better to take it with you on the road.

That's why she told Fahai everything.

She was ready to die, so what else did she have to fear?

"I beg your mercy, Master, and take Xiaohu away. With tears in her eyes, the old woman said hoarsely, "He, he is only ten years old! He has not grown up, he has not yet married a wife, he should not die here!"

Although the townspeople can't leave, passers-by have never had an accident, so if they follow the monk in front of them, maybe they can escape from here?

She wasn't sure, but she had to gamble, she had no other choice.

"Old man, just relax. Fahai was relieved: "I am a monk, how can I be good at taking care of children? As for the food...... I'll figure it out. ”

The old woman cried, and he thought of a way? What could he do? Even if he had money, where could he buy food at this time?

She naturally had to take this remark as Fahai's excuse.

After closing her eyes and being silent for a while, after barely calming down, the old woman pointed to the bowl of porridge on the table: "Then thank you very much, eat, only when you are full will you have the strength to think of a way." ”

She didn't debunk it, even if Fahai rejected her, she still kept the last of the food.

Anyway, I have already made a decision, and eating it is a waste, so it is better to leave it to Fahai who is passing by.

Perhaps, he will change his mind?