Chongde for nine years is a year of hunger. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Jiangnan drought, fighting rice thousands of dollars. The people suffer, and they are eaten by their children.

A large hole leaked in the center of the broken car, and a sweet potato stalk fell to the ground as the body squeaked and swayed from side to side. Eleven patted the car board, and Zhang Laohan, who was pulling the car, stopped the car and glanced back at her: "Eleven girl, what are you doing?" Eleven pointed to the sweet potato stalk that fell to the ground: "Dad, the sweet potato stalk has dropped a bit." Her father squatted down, picked up the sweet potato stalk, and threw it back to the car with a scolding scolding: "As a dead baby, you know how to eat it every day, how can you look at the sweet potato tail (yi three sounds) and can't look at your mother!" After all, he turned his head and pulled up the rags on the cart, squeaking and squeaking.

On the official road, people come and go, and most of them are peasants who have fled. Zhang Laohan looked at the wolf light in the eyes of others looking at the cart, his heart couldn't help but tremble, he looked back at the few girls sitting on the cart, and whispered: "Hide all the sweet potato stalks under your buttocks, these hungry ghosts will die if they want to eat." When Lao Shi heard this, he hid all the sweet potato stalks under Thirteen's mat, and tucked the quilt for Thirteen.

The sun was hot and poisonous on the top of his head, and Thirteen was covered in the quilt and covered in sticky and greasy sweat, which was too vivid and sad to die. Seeing that Zhang Laohan, who was already tired, wanted to find a place to rest, but a group of fast horses suddenly ran out of the official road intersection and rushed straight to the direction of the board car. Zhang Laohan couldn't dodge, and the cart he was pulling made a dull sound. Zhang Sanniang was lying on the board and heard the sound of horses' hooves getting closer and closer, and couldn't help but secretly say, it's over.

There was the sound of a sword unsheathed, accompanied by a few shouts of chaos: "The official errand, the idler retreats quickly!" Zhang Sanniang seemed to hear the sound of a sword waving through the air. The huge momentum came, and the broken car was already fragile, so it burst open with a "click". The official on the horse scolded angrily, and Thirteen Niang flew to the side of the road along the broken fragments of the cart. A few more screams rang out, and the sound of horses' hooves faded away, kicking up dust all over the ground. Then there were sobs one after another, and the old man got up in disgrace, stunned by the blood in front of the cart. Zhang Shisanniang still has the strength to see how others are: Lao Ba and Lao Shi rolled on the ground, Eleven was trampled by the horses a few times, and as for Lao Jiu, only half of his body was left after the knife.

Zhang Sanniang was crushed under the fragments of the board car, and the eighth and tenth crawled over and picked her up. Zhang Laohan was still stunned. A thin layer of sweet potato stalks on the board of the car flew everywhere, and the surrounding refugees rushed up, regardless of the blood stained on the sweet potato stalks, and scrambled for it. Zhang Laohan rushed up and was squeezed out of the circle again. He shouted, "Iniquity, iniquity!" But I can only watch. After a while, the robbers dispersed, and the old man stood in place for a while, picked up Eleven, turned around and instructed the eighth and tenth: "Help Thirteen up, let's go." Thirteen Niang was carried by two little girls and dragged away on the ground.

Without the board car, the road was even slower, and the eighth and tenth dragged the thirteenth mother, and after a while, their foreheads were covered with dense sweat. After walking for a long time, a few people finally arrived at a gathering area, Zhang Laohan put down the eleven on his back, searched around the crowd a few times, and found a corner for a few people to sit. Thirteen Niang was so hungry that she panicked, and the others didn't do much better. A layer of skin erupted on Zhang Laohan's lips, and a mouth fell off like a piece of paper. Thirteen Niang and Lao Eleven leaned against the back of the stone, and Zhang Laohan threw a broken bowl in front of them, with a shallow layer of water at the bottom of the bowl. Eleven was pale because he was trampled by a horse, and he had a lot of air and little air intake.

The night suddenly cooled down, and the quilt covered by Thirteen Niang was stained with dew, and the tide was a straight iceman. I was so hungry that I didn't have the strength to do it in the morning, and Thirteen Niang shivered. The smell of meat came from nowhere in the air, and several girls woke up and shrank together. Zhang Laohan found a few lumps of soil that he didn't know what to do, and although Thirteen Niang was disgusted, he still stuffed them into his mouth.

Zhang Laohan tried to find something to eat, but he didn't see anyone for a day, and when he came back in the evening, his hands were still empty. Thirteen Niang clearly felt a burst of pain in her stomach, and she didn't feel emotional, she didn't starve to death when she was so difficult in her previous life, why could she only sit and wait to starve to death in this life? It's really providential.

After three days of starvation, several people were already dying. Eleven kept coughing up blood, and the more he coughed, the redder his face became, and his face was full of sickness, and he was afraid that he would not live long.

At noon, two shiny men found Zhang Laohan, and the two of them glanced at a few female babies and smiled meaninglessly. Zhang Laohan hooked his shoulders with them and left. That night, Zhang Laohan brought back a pot of broth, the meat was fragrant and oily, the old man shouted excitedly to drink, Eleven leaned over with a white face, but Zhang Laohan only gave her a spoonful of soup. Thirteen Niang looked at the white pieces of meat in the bowl, and a feeling of disgust came to her heart. She lowered her eyes and couldn't help but think in her heart, tomorrow, there will be about eleven, right? Looking at the eight and ten who were eating happily, and the old man Zhang who was silent on the side, Thirteen Niang opened her mouth and didn't say anything.

In the end, she didn't eat the piece of meat, and Eleven snatched her bowl and swallowed it before Zhang Laohan could react. Although Zhang Laohan was angry, he didn't say anything more. That's it, Thirteen Niang secretly thought, after eleven, it's me.

The next morning, when the sky was just dawning, Thirteen Niang heard the sighing sound of clothes rubbing against her side. Old Man Zhang's deep voice echoed in the air, accompanied by the whisper of another man who didn't know what to say. She fell asleep in a daze, and when she woke up, it was already dawn. The eighth child had red eyes and cried quietly, and Thirteen Niang's eyes swept away, and sure enough, Eleven was nowhere to be found.

Zhang Laohan was hot and had the leftover broth last night, and he shared the food with a few people, and the eighth child kept crying, crying so that Zhang Laohan was upset. The 12-year-old girl already has a way of thinking close to that of an adult, and it is estimated that she has guessed the whereabouts of Eleven. But Lao Shi was confused, and for some reason she couldn't stop crying. She stabbed Thirteen with her hand and asked quietly, "Little Thirteen, why does Eighth Sister keep crying?" Thirteen Niang lamented her stupidity, and remembered that she was only an eight-year-old girl. had to quietly explain to her: "The eleventh sister is gone, and the eighth sister is sad!" When Lao Shi heard this, he felt that his sister was gone, but he was still happy to eat, which was also a little unpleasant. He put down the bowl in his hand, his eyes red. Zhang Laohan saw that they were all red-eyed, and his heart was very empty, so he had to scold loudly: "Who is this crying face to show to whom?" Lao Shi sobbed and asked, "Dad, where is Little Eleven?" Zhang Laohan's eyes flickered: "Where can I go, I'm dead!"

These words stabbed the hornet's nest, and Lao Shi flattened his mouth and cried louder. Zhang Laohan was disgusted to death when he saw her crying, and said angrily: "Cry, you know how to cry." Why didn't I see you crying like this when your mother ran away? What do you know about a dead baby, it's good to be dead at eleven, so you don't have to put aside this sin! Lao Shi felt that what Zhang Laohan said made sense, wiped his tears and ate again.

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There was the sound of a sword unsheathed, accompanied by a few shouts of chaos: "The official errand, the idler retreats quickly!" Zhang Sanniang seemed to hear the sound of a sword waving through the air. The huge momentum came, and the broken car was already fragile, so it burst open with a "click". The official on the horse scolded angrily, and Thirteen Niang flew to the side of the road along the broken fragments of the cart.

The horses led by him were rushing in the direction where Thirteen Niang was. A few more screams rang out, and the sound of horses' hooves faded away, kicking up dust all over the ground. Then there were sobs one after another, and the old man got up in disgrace, stunned by the blood in front of the cart. I saw that Thirteen Niang's blood was spilled all over the ground, and only half of the body was left after the knife.

Zhang Shisanniang, the whole book is over.