Chengde thirty-four years, July. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After a month of heavy rain, the Canghe River burst its embankment, and the torrent flooded more than a dozen towns around Lin'an.

Lin'an guarded the city and guarded the warehouse, refused to release grain, and delayed the disaster. The imperial court was unable to provide disaster relief, resulting in the displacement of Lin'an people everywhere and starvation everywhere.

In the midst of the chaos, Nanchen Cao He took advantage of the situation to revolt, and captured Qiuzhou, Lu'an, and Tianfeng with lightning speed, and surrounded Lin'an. In the name of the unkindness of the Son of Heaven, Cao He carried out the policy of expulsion and instigation, causing the victims to riot, and the disaster continued to spread to the prosperous place of the capital.

That night, the rain was pouring down, and dozens of refugees who had fled from Lin'an huddled in the ruined temple of Huju Mountain, thirty miles outside the capital.

The flickering fire was blown by the night wind as if it was about to be extinguished at any time, but those people just held their legs and looked at the rain curtain on the first line of heaven and earth outside the broken temple with expressionless faces.

Feng Qiao curled up in the corner, his body covered with half-torn clothes, his black little face was flushed, and his thin body was constantly trembling.

A withered yellow hand carefully probed her forehead, feeling the hot temperature on her forehead, the woman was a little unbearable.

"If it continues to burn like this, I'm afraid this baby won't be able to survive. ”

"Can you find a way to get a doctor for her?"

"Doctor, please, how can you please? Let's not talk about whether we have money on hand, even if we have money, now that there is chaos outside, and the officials everywhere have sealed the city, which doctor from this wilderness will come?"

"But...... She's still so young..."

The woman listened to the slightly choked voice on the other side, thinking about the people who kept dying around her these days, thinking about her child who was starving to death in her arms, and looking at Feng Qiao on the ground with sad eyes.

"What about the small, who let her not be reincarnated into a good family. ”

Rather than starve to death with them, it is better to die in such a mess.

At least you don't have to go hungry anymore, and you don't have to count how many days you have left to live.

The ruined temple did not block the rain, and the heavy rain fell to the ground along the broken tiles.

There was no partition wall in the temple, and the voices of the two were not loud, but they were very clear in the dark night.

Hearing that someone was almost gone, some people couldn't bear it, some people treated each other coldly, and more of them just hugged their legs tightly to absorb the only warmth from the fire, their eyes were blank, and their faces were full of numbness after getting used to it.

Next to the fire, a man with a thin yellow face was dizzy with hunger, and when he heard a sound from the corner, he turned his head to look at Feng Qiao who was curled up on the ground, and his eyes fell on her small white calf.

I don't know what came to mind, the man's eyes were bloodshot, his hands were clenched into fists, and his face was full of struggle, but when a roar came from his abdomen, the restlessness and struggle in his eyes were replaced by murderous greed.

The man stood up suddenly, strode to the corner, and grabbed Feng Qiao on the ground past the two women.

The two women were startled, and one of them leaned sideways in front of Feng Qiao and said urgently, "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing, of course you're looking for food!"

"Looking for something to eat, this baby follows us all the way, where did she get anything to eat......"

The woman hurriedly finished speaking, but saw that the man not only did not lose the heat at all, but his eyes were even more crazy.

A hideous smile appeared at the corner of his chapped mouth, and even closer, he could still hear the sound of him swallowing saliva as he looked at Feng Qiao.

The woman's scalp was numb, and she was frightened by the madness in the man's eyes, her eyes widened suddenly, and she said in horror: "You, you don't want to eat her, do you?"

The man's eyes glowed bloodthirsty.

"You're crazy! she's a human, she's not a pig, she's a living person, how can you eat her, how can you ......"

"Why not! She's going to die anyway, and there's no difference between being dead and a pig or a cow. I haven't eaten for four days, and if I don't eat I'm going to die. I don't want to die, I want to live, I'm so hungry...... If you eat her, you will live, and if you eat her, you won't have to starve!"

Men don't know if they are convincing a woman or themselves, and when they speak, their eyes are full of longing and distortion.

The eyes of the frightened refugees in the ruined temple who had heard that she was going to eat people gradually changed.

They all turned their heads to look at Feng Qiao, who was curled up in a ball on the ground, and there was a steady stream of burning maddening pain in their stomachs because they hadn't eaten for too long.

These men were skinny and bony, their faces were sallow and bloodless, their hair was piled up like hay, and their eyes were gradually consumed by some kind of madness that had released their desires.

They knew that if they had nothing to eat, they would starve to death, just like those who had starved to death before, abandoned in the wilderness, gnawed by vultures, without even a straw mat for the shroud.

Looking at the people who gradually gathered around, the two women were obviously panicked, they only felt that these people were crazy, they were all crazy!

The two reached out to stop them, but they were kicked down by the man at the beginning.

"If you want to stop it, then Lao Tzu will eat it with you, anyway, eating one is eating, and eating two or three is also eating!"

The eyes of the people around lit up, yes, there were more than 20 of them, and that little baby was thin and small, how could it be enough?

The two women were stared at by those hungry wolves, their faces turned white in an instant, they hurriedly got up from the ground, trembling and retracting into the corner on the other side, allowing Feng Qiao on the ground to be exposed in front of everyone's eyes.

Without any obstruction, the man's eyes were even hotter, swallowing his saliva and loudly asking the person behind him to use the incense burner with missing feet in the temple to catch the rainwater, put it on the fire and burn it, and then grabbed Feng Qiao on the ground, dragging her, as if dragging the meat that was about to be sent to the board, his eyes were shining, and the saliva in his mouth was secreting faster.

The water in the ding gradually boiled, and the man dragged out a rusty woodcutter from nowhere.

The cold light on the knife made everyone stunned, and then looked at the "meat" on the ground with a coveted essence.

When Feng Qiao woke up in a daze, he felt a cold wind hit her head, and a man in front of her was wielding a big back knife, mercilessly slashing at her legs.

Feng Qiao's somewhat dizzy head woke up instantly, she didn't have time to think about it at all, her legs shrank and rolled directly to the side.

The knife grazed the side of her leg and fell to the ground, making a loud "clang" sound, cutting a branch beside her in two, but Feng Qiao took advantage of the fact that the person was stunned because of the missed knife, picked up the branch that was sharpened by the blade, got up from the ground and stuck it next to the man, and after drilling under his armpit, he took the branch and pierced it into his neck.

Blood flowed profusely, the man screamed, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang".

His face was full of horror and he wanted to reach out to cover his neck, and his mouth made a "grunt" and "grunt" sound of swallowing blood.

Originally, the people around were startled, and the imaginary scene of the thin body and flesh separated into the pot to cook the lower abdomen did not appear, but the man with the knife was taken down.

At this time, the young baby was holding half of the branch left in the man's neck, and looked at them viciously, his eyes were cold, and his eyes were dark, so frightened that everyone did not dare to come forward.

Feng Qiao glanced at the broken temple, looked at the man in her hand who was restrained by her, and the bubbling Dading filled with boiling water not far away, and these refugees in front of him who looked like they had been hungry for an unknown amount of time, and the picture in his mind that had been so long ago that he was about to forget suddenly came alive.

Dading, broken temple, refugees.

The skin that cracked inch by inch when the boiling water was boiled, and the screams that hurt into the bone marrow when changing the skin and medicine to save life night and night.

Her father's death, her grandmother's blindness, the beginning of her life's misfortune......

Thirty-four years of Chengde!

She's back!