The red sun hung high in the sky, and on the road, the dry dust rolled like smoke in the wind, and the cracked earth cracked out enough to plug a child's arm.

Great drought!

Chichi Chiri!

The drought in the north and south of the river is getting worse day by day.

On the official road, a group of ragged people, dragging their children and daughters with wooden sticks, walked in the direction of the city in a daze. And under the willow trees on the side of the road, there are some people with yellow faces and thin muscles. Occasionally, someone will look up and scold God.

"Hey, it's evil, this ghost hasn't rained for four months, but how can the people live!"

But the scolding can't be exchanged for a mouthful of steamed buns, a mouthful of food, just scolding there in vain, and occasionally those strong homeless people will also look at passers-by, if someone can't walk, and falls to the ground, it may become their mouth food.

Hunger turns everyone into beasts.

Man eats man!

In a year of great calamity, it is always inevitable, and when they pass through a certain half-dead forest, they can even see some white bones at the edge of the forest......

But the homeless people didn't even look at it, and continued to walk, and they didn't know how many such tragic things they had witnessed along the way.

There are a few waterwheels on the dry river, and the waterwheel should be turned, but there will be no movement, and even if the blades of the waterwheels move occasionally, they only scrape some sticky mud water, and before they can be sent, they have solidified on the leaves.

From the year to the present four or five months without a drop of rain drought, so that the north and south of the river do not know how many big rivers and small ditches can be dried to the bottom, only in the middle of the river still there is some water, although far from the shore, but the people still step on the silt to the middle of the river, with wooden barrels to fill water, and then carry the water into their own fields, but the dry cracks in the field land, but like a piece of greedy lips desperately sucking the little pitiful water.

The sorghum and millet in the fields are sparse, and they look like they have been burned by fire.

"Dad, I'm hungry ......"

The child who followed his father said again.

"Just bear with it, just endure it a little longer, and when you get to the next village, you can beg for food......"

Li Cunbai comforted his son, looking at his son who was getting thinner and thinner, he didn't know if his son could hold on, and whether he would die on the way to escape the famine like his mother.

Last year, there was no harvest in the field, and in order to survive, he sold everything in his house, the beams of the house, the house, and just built a straw hut in the field to live...... But this year, there was a drought for so long, and finally, those few acres of thin fields were sold, and then he fled with his wife and children, but after walking for a month, he saw nothing but drought or drought.

Could it be that this god really doesn't leave a way for people to live? Going to starve everyone to death?

walked along the official road step by step, and just when he was getting hungrier and more desperate, I don't know who brought a message.

"Let's go to Shandong, there is a porridge shed set up by the government!"

The government opened a porridge shed?

This news gave people a glimmer of hope, but it was only half a day's work, and they set foot on the boundary of Shandong, but as soon as they set foot on the boundary of Shandong, they looked at the porridge shed.

Not only porridge shacks, but also resettlement homes for displaced people.

Every homeless person who comes here must be registered before they can move in.

"Want to stay?"

Li Cunbai was full of questions.

"Yes, you have to stay for ten days, and you will not be allowed to leave until you have ten days."

The scribe in charge of the registration reminded that the resettlement centers were set up by the government, and that there were such resettlement centers along the official roads from Shandong to Henan and Beizhili, and that the displaced people wanted to receive relief, and only in these resettlement centers could they get relief.

But they had to stay in the shelter for 10 days. This is to screen if there are any rogues among them. At least that's what the outside world said, but people in Shandong officialdom didn't know that the reason why Zhu Guoqiang made this decision was because from this year, the plague would spread in the north and south of the river, and the displaced people were the best way to spread the plague.

Ten days of quarantine in a resettlement camp can at least ensure that the plague will not spread in Shandong, which is no way, after all, in this era, the plague is incurable.

Even if there are drugs to treat in another world, it is obviously impossible for Zhu Guoqiang to bring enough drugs from one world to be used by tens of millions of people.

Therefore, quarantine became the only option, and of course, in order to convince others, the rogue became the best excuse to screen the rogue and temporarily isolate everyone in the camp, at least to avoid the spread of the plague.

Of course, the outside world does not know why this is done, after all, the plague has not yet begun.

After Li Cunbai took his son to complete the registration, he received a yellow identification card stamped with "Cao County Resettlement Center".

"Put away this certificate, and when you arrive in Wucheng, enter the resettlement center with this certificate. If you don't have this proof, you might be treated as a rogue and exterminated by the villagers! ”

In fact, this identity certificate is not Zhu Guoqiang's whim, what inspired him is not the ID card of the first world, but the parole certificate of Valjean running between various cities in the movie "Les Miserables", that certificate may be Valjean's shackles in the movie, but here, through such a piece of paper, you can grasp the whereabouts of the displaced people in the province, and even deliberately let them arrive in certain places and make certain choices.

For example, if they get to a city near the Bohai Bay, and then they can get to Liaodong from there, then they can also go to a city on the coast of the Yellow Sea, and from there they can get on a ship to Taiwan.

However, for the displaced people, this is just a piece of paper.

What does this piece of paper symbolize?

Li Cunbai didn't know, but with this paper certificate and the liuzhi camp in front of him, he vaguely felt that Shandong was different from other places. It's really different, at least Shandong is the only place in the entire Ming Dynasty that provides large-scale relief to the victims, and even a few months ago, it began to prepare for all this.

In fact, the reason why we started to prepare all this was because of the strict orders of the prince of the world, such as the establishment of such a "refugee camp" separated by barbed wire on the official road into the province, and the camp was divided into hundreds of small camps, each camp could accommodate thousands of people, and between the camps, there were also barbed wire fences and passages several zhang wide.

The awning propped up by several canvases is the so-called tent, and as for the bed, it is nothing more than a simple bed frame with straw mats on it.

In fact, this is also a reference to the setting up of "refugee camps" in later generations, and the more humble refugee camps are set up, but they are different from ordinary refugee camps, in which there are armed village soldiers, and if there is something wrong with the homeless, they will be killed immediately.

After all, these are troubled times, and homeless people can become outcasts at any time, especially those who gather together!

But for displaced people from all over the country, this settlement is still a haven of refuge. At least here, they can eat, even if the rice is only very thin porridge, but two porridge meals a day are enough for them to survive.

It took nearly an hour to register, receive the license, and assign the camp, and Li Cunbai and his son finally had a meal. The rice is gruel, and the porridge is so thin that you can even count the grains of rice in the bowl, and the thin ones can even reflect his appearance.

But even so, when a mouthful of porridge is in the stomach. For Li Cunbai, who was hungry with his chest against his back, he still felt that he had survived again!

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he thinks it's the best meal he's ever drunk in his life......

After a few bites, the porridge in the bowl was almost bottoming out, he put down the bowl, and saw that his son was also looking at the bowl, and his bowl had bottomed out.

"Cheng Mu, dad has eaten and drank, this is for you."

So saying, he poured two mouthfuls of gruel from the bowl into his son.

I have to let my son eat two more bites!

Looking at his son's appearance of drinking all the porridge in one bite, Li Cunbai's face showed a smile, in two months, this was the first time he showed such a smile, at least in the next fourteen days, he no longer needed to worry about eating, but he also didn't need to worry about whether he would starve to death.

Today, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief!

For the first time in so many days, he was finally able to sleep soundly, and he slept soundly that day......