Ma Yuan came from a humble background, and he was a downright lowly Li Shu, with no moisture at all.

At that time, he did not know where he came from, but later traced back to the roots, he determined that he was a native of Yanzhou, probably from Chenliu County.

His family has no land, and his parents are tenants in Haoqiang's manor, and they live a tight life by farming for large families.

Although it is tight, there is still food to eat, and it can be lived, although it is inevitable to be beaten and scolded, but at least it can eat.

A bowl of dry grain has no taste, just a piece of black pickled vegetables with a salty taste, and the family eats it separately.

Dad wants to eat more, because Dad is the main force in cultivating the fields, and if he doesn't eat salt, he has no strength, so Niang and Ma Yuan will eat less, they are not the main force.

At that time, Ma Yuan was not very old, and he didn't know how to endure when he was hungry, so he asked his father and mother for something to eat.

Every time at that time, my father and mother would coax Ma Yuan with tears and say that there is no way, just bear with it, just bear with it.

How long can it be a head?

It's like there's no head.

However, Ma Yuan's father and mother didn't complain much, they felt that they could eat more or less and would not starve to death.

If you work harder and work harder to plough the fields, you may be able to harvest more grain, keep more grain, and maybe eat a few full meals during the New Year's holidays.

As a result, his hometown was hit by a military disaster, and everything was over, and he didn't even have a chance to endure it.

Several armies wreaked havoc in their hometowns, killing people when they saw them, robbing them, and burning them.

Originally, there was still a stutter, but after suffering a military disaster, even his life was gone.

The big family was robbed, there were fires and dead people everywhere, the father and mother died, died in front of his eyes, was hacked to death by a knife, and died without looking at it, but at least the body was intact.

But he didn't have time to collect his father's body, so he was taken away by a large group of fleeing people.

He survived by luck, and walked forward with a group of fleeing people all day long in a state of starvation.

Walking towards the place where the sun rises, I don't know where to go, and I don't know when I will starve to death on the side of the road, just walk.

It was not easy to find something to eat, and it was even harder to eat in his stomach, and it was difficult for him to keep his food from being robbed when he found some food or caught fish and small animals.

Often, people would snatch the food he found to eat.

Some people still have a little conscience and will not steal the food that Ma Yuan gets, and occasionally there are well-meaning people who will give him a little bit of the food he finds.

With the help of these well-wishers, Ma Yuan survived several crises of dying of starvation.

After suffering a few losses, Ma Yuan learned to hide the food, or eat it quickly after finding it, so that even if someone wanted to rob him, it would be useless to catch him and fight.

When someone snatched something to eat, Ma Yuan curled up his body, lay on the ground and held the food and chewed and swallowed desperately, gulping and gulping, chewing and swallowing like reincarnation, and swallowing things into his stomach.

That's it.

Sometimes I choked, and a few times I almost choked to death.

But he felt that even if he was choked to death, it was better than being starved to death, and if he was choked to death, he was not a starving ghost no matter what.

Because he still remembered that his father and mother had told him that no matter what, he couldn't be a starving ghost.

To this day, he often dreams of how miserable he was at that time.

I had no clothes to wear, so I had to wrap them in rags and use them as clothes.

I didn't have shoes to wear, so I went barefoot, and finally got out of a thick layer of calluses.

It seems that he is always dizzy and dizzy, very weak, has no strength, his stomach is always hungry, he has never eaten enough, and he is lucky to have a stutter.

Just walking, walking, walking.

It was as if the dirt road in front of me never ended.

There are often people who fall forward while walking, and they can't get up again.

There was no sound at all, and it didn't cause any waves.

Because there are too many such people, it happens every day, and everyone is used to it from the sadness at the beginning to the numbness at the end.

If you have a relative, you will cry a few times, then dig a pit and bury the dead, and then go on.

If there are no relatives, and no one happens to have the strength to spare, they will ignore it and continue to walk, leaving that person to rot completely on the desolate road, or be taken and eaten by beasts of unknown breed.

Ma Yuan also once guessed with a bad taste, that skinny appearance, the beast is estimated to curse people after eating it - phew, it's all bones, no meat at all, it's still human?

Maybe they're not human.

Unworthy of being a human being.

No one is going to help them with this group of ants.

Death may be their only destination.

Ma Yuan didn't know when he was going to die, and then he was taken by an unknown beast.

But looking at his skinny appearance, he suddenly felt sad.

Because maybe his corpse is not even interested in a hungry beast, and he has to curse a few words when he eats it in his stomach - too thin to eat meat, all bones, what's the point?

He felt bad.

Even the beast dislikes himself, and even the beast does not want to admit that he is a human being.

Maybe I'm not alone.

When will he die?

At that time, Ma Yuan, who had an empty stomach, often thought like this.

Will you not be so hungry when you die?

He once tried to commit suicide, but gave up because he was too scared.

It's as if he thinks about suicide in his head, but when he wants to act, he is stopped by his body, and there is always something to stop him from committing suicide and not letting him die.

There was a part of his body that wanted to die, and a part of him that wanted to live.

Until one day, they wandered to an unknown place and were intercepted by a group of well-equipped soldiers.

Seeing the person with the weapon, Ma Yuan instinctively felt that he would be killed.

Obviously they are so pitiful, do they still want to be killed?

Is there any value in being killed?

Is it worth killing our group of ants who have nothing, who have to scold even wild beasts for eating them?

Why kill us?

Ma Yuan wanted to escape, but he had no strength, so he cried and collapsed on the ground, waiting to be killed.

His only humble hope was not to make him feel too much pain when he was killed, and hoped that the person who attacked him could do it quickly, so that he could die comfortably.

I thought I was going to die, but after waiting for a long time, Ma Yuan didn't wait for the steel knife that flashed cold light to slash at his head.

No one cried, no one howled, no one ran away.

Together, they were taken outside a city by the soldiers.

A very large city.

Someone brought them buckets of thick vegetable porridge for them to eat.

They were arranged to wash their bodies with water, which could no longer see their original skin color.

Others brought them shabby but wearable clothes and shoes.

Ma Yuan was very surprised.

Because of fear, I couldn't even move, until I couldn't bear the aroma of thick vegetable porridge and the shouts of those officials.

"It's not poisonous, it's not to hurt you, it's to save you, and you're going to be knifed directly! What are you doing with porridge? Look, it's all porridge made from the best grain, and General Guo gave it to you, yes, don't be afraid...... I'll show you! See! It's delicious! Come and eat! ”

The petty official shouted like a vegetable vendor in the market, which did not match the official uniform he was wearing.

Ma Yuan can't remember the appearance of his father and mother, but Ma Yuan remembers the taste of the porridge very clearly.

Because that time he ate thick vegetable porridge and was full.

And there was salt in the porridge, salty, he had never eaten such a flavorful thick vegetable porridge, even when he was at home, he had never eaten such a flavorful thick vegetable porridge.

Bowl after bowl, without chopsticks, I used my hands to push the sticky porridge into my mouth, and I ate it until my eyes straightened, and I kept licking the juice left on the wall of the bowl.

Everyone was holding the big bowl and licking and licking, and it felt like a mouse.

Ma Yuan doesn't remember how many bowls he ate, he seemed to have eaten a lot, but he didn't seem to have eaten much, he just felt that his stomach was about to blow up, but he couldn't stop licking his mouth.

Fortunately, the stomach didn't really blow up.

The petty official was still shouting, asking them not to eat so much, beware of supporting themselves to death, not only this meal, but not a severed head meal, what are you afraid of?

But who listens?

After eating porridge and putting on clothes that he hadn't worn for a long time, Ma Yuan was surprised to hear the petty official in official uniform announce to them that they had been incorporated into the Qingzhou household registration and would be given land and houses, so that they could cultivate the fields and live a stable life.

A lot of people can't believe it, but some officials have really started to register them.

Ma Yuan was young, alone, and an orphan, and when it was his turn, everyone in the official uniform was surprised.

Because he is an orphan at such a young age, he can still live without his father and mother by his side.

The group consulted with each other for a while, and then he was led into the city by one of the officials, into a courtyard.

In the yard, there are children who have no father or mother like him, and everyone has confusion and panic in their eyes.

Later, it was after entering the Linzi training camp.

He didn't know what his name was, or even what his surname was, so he remembered that he had a nickname for a little worm, but in the Linzi training camp, he got the name Ma Yuan.

After five years of study, I had the happiness of eating a full meal, I made some good friends, my body became stronger and stronger, I read, I was literate, I had insight, I was no longer confused, and I understood more and more things.

He has his own views on the world, this country, and this world.

After that, he was released from the Linzi training camp, entered the Mi caravan, and began to travel south and north, and was appreciated by Guo Peng.

All the way to today.

Eating well and wearing warm clothes is no longer what he is pursuing, but the hunger of the year still appears in his dreams from time to time, which makes him feel out of time and space sometimes.

Sometimes he would even wake up from his dream sweating profusely, and look around for a while before realizing that he had grown up, and he was already an official that Guo Peng relied on, and he would not return to that boundless nightmare.

He will not return to the path of escape with no hope.

Not going back to that life again.

When sorrow comes, he will hide his face and cry, and then he will eat a thick vegetable porridge fiercely, put a lot of salt, cook the porridge thick, sticky, and eat it in large gulps, crying while eating.

In this way, he wants to tell himself that everything in the past will not come back, that he will not go hungry again.

And judging by everything he's been through, everything is getting better.

When he returned to Qingzhou, he went to see the place where he was saved, and saw that the people there lived and worked in peace and contentment.

Every peasant family was given their own house and land, everyone was cultivating the land, they were able to get food, not to mention how good they were, at least they could have enough to eat.

It's really good.

It was already something he had dreamed of.

Today, any farmer on a tuntian farm can eat enough and not go hungry.

He will no longer see children who ask their parents for food because they can't eat enough, nor will he see parents who cry silently because they can't give food to their children.

On the contrary, he often sees a group of children playing around an elderly man, who smiles from ear to ear.

In Tuntian Farm, when every family arrives for dinner, there is always smoke coming from the chimney on the roof.

The aroma of cooked grain wafted in the farmstead, and floated, and floated, and drifted to his heart.

That incense.

His tears poured out uncontrollably.