"Next." The soldier stood in front of the granary, looking at the back of the line in front of him with a grain bag in his hand.

There was a long queue of countless people in front of the granary, and the line was crowded, and there would be a push and shoving from time to time.

The robes of the people in the queue were covered with loess, and most of them had yellow faces.

The snow disaster a few years ago made the ground in many places unharvested, maybe the people of the three Jin Dynasty in Qindi still have some surplus grain, but for Yan Chuqi, it was a fatal natural disaster.

In June and July, the weather begins to heat up, and the sultry air is like a fire roasting in and out with people's breathing.

The road was full of hungry people, so hungry that they sat there and could not walk, and they could not even see the flesh, except for the dry skin and bones, like living dry bones.

The ground where the sun was scorching was hot, and the hungry people who sat on the ground were stenching with rancidity, and they did not know when it would become a real pile of dry bones.

People who can't eat abound, and all parts of the country were ordered to open warehouses to help the people, but after the Baiyue War, there was no food in the country, even if they recuperated for a year, it was impossible to support the people of a country.

What's more, there are still Xiongnu invasions in the north now, and even the military rations of the army that resisted the Xiongnu have not yet had time to be used.

The army on the side controlled the order so that the hungry people would not compete for food and recruit people to distribute it, and even then, one person only had a small bag of beans.

A civilian in a short shirt sat at the back of the line with a shriveled bag, looking at the people in front of him, and wondering if he could get food today, because his family could not eat at all.

He sat on the ground, the hot air seemed to be distorted, blurring his vision slightly, and his lips were a little chapped.

At the beginning of spring, it was too cold to move, but now in summer, it is like a steamer.

"The weather this year is like a disaster from heaven."

The man looked up at his face blankly, and said with his lips open.

"Who's to say it isn't?" There was a person half-leaning under the eaves on the side, and he looked similar, shaking his head weakly and said.

"For no reason." The hungry man sitting on the ground lowered his head and said intermittently, "Why do you have to do this? ”

His voice was bitter and trembling, and he could only watch his family starve to death as it went on.

"Who knows?" The man on the side coughed twice, unable to speak, and finally raised his eyes empty, looking at the harsh sun overhead.

"Maybe it's because Qin Zheng has no way, and the sky doesn't want people to live."

Since the Qin Dynasty, the people of their Chu land have not lived a few days, either the Baiyue attack and were conscripted to fight, or they were forced to repair the city and repair the canal, and then it was a natural disaster.

As he spoke, his eyes turned sideways to the team distributing grain, and he sneered, and his voice was a little heavier: "Open a warehouse to help grain······"

"What is enough for a bag of beans per person······"

This seemed to have been heard by a Qin soldier on the side, and the soldier's eyes were red and he was about to walk over, but he was stopped by someone on the side.

"Forget it, what do you have to do with them?"

"I just think the grain is feeding the dogs." The soldier clutched Ge in his hand, glanced at the man lying on the ground, and lowered his head and said in a hateful voice.

"My brother has not eaten since he fought with the Huns outside the Guan, so I sent it to them first, and it is good to ······"

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At the head of Xianyang City, a soldier guarding the city wiped the sweat on his forehead, stood on the head of the city and looked into the distance and was stunned.

Xu Zhen suffered from the heavens, after the long snow, it was not life, but the drought came, and it no longer rained after July. The dry land is thousands of miles, the rivers and canals are dried up, the fields that have been cultivated by sheds are dead, and there is no grain harvest for a year.

There were mournings all over the land, and there were dead bones on the road, and there was no one to collect them.

After March again, the autumn solstice, is the first rain, the rain is dripping, not to the streets and alleys of the city, in the bluestone slabs, in the suburbs of the dry bones.

After the rain, dead bones rot and plague spreads.

The whole world is like a Shura Prison.

It's like having its own providence and wanting to die in the Qin world.

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"Rustle."

The raindrops fell finely on the cloak draped on his body, making a fine rain sound, and Gu Nan pressed the hat on top of his head.

There was a low sobbing sound on the side of the road, Gu Nan looked there, a woman was sitting next to a corpse, her eyebrows were red, and she didn't know if it was rain or tears.

Waving, a group of soldiers with their mouths and noses covered came up and carried the body away.

The woman didn't stop her, just sat there dumbfounded, watching the body being carried away, covering her mouth with her hands.

The rain was louder.

The plague spread to all places, and it was difficult to escape in Xianyang City, or the epidemic in Xianyang City was more serious than in other places.

Gu Nan hoped that she could find a way to cure this plague, but there were so many types of plagues, and she was not a person who studied medicine, and she couldn't even tell the types of this plague.

Sealing off areas with plague, isolating the sick, dragging the sick to burn, that was the only thing she could do.

Gu Nan walked to the woman's side, took off his coat and put it on the woman's body, the woman's body trembled, Gu Nan didn't know what to say, and stood there for a while.

But he took off the hat from his head and put it on the woman's head.

The woman finally cried, hugged Gu Nan, buried her head in her shoulder, and cried muffled.

In the rain, Gu Nan stood there, half loud, and silently stretched out his hand and patted the woman's back.

The roads were lined with the sound of sick men, and several sick people were left on the streets, perhaps because they had no relatives or because they could no longer take care of them.

When they die, they will be taken away by the soldiers.

The streets had long been sealed, and there was no light to be seen under the clouds in the rain, and the roads were dark. The stagnant water between the stone slabs may also reflect a little light.

The boot stepped into the stagnant water, and trampled through the street scene reflected in the stagnant water.

A white suit and armor stood in the rain, let the rain drench, let the clothes and armor soak, she looked back at the Xianyang Palace, looking at it from afar.

Under the clouds, there seemed to be a golden aura on the Xianyang Palace faintly spreading in the rain.

She had always thought it was just an illusion, but this time, she seemed to have something in the dark.

The rain slid down from her visor, and the droplets of water on her visor were left behind, and the clouds in the distance reflected in the eyes under the visor.

As if asking himself, he asked, "Providence?" ”

The hand hanging from his waist held the hilt of the black sword at his waist, and the water droplets on the hilt ran down the palm.

The hand was clenched tightly, but it seemed like it was just grasping something weakly.

Finally the hand was released.

The water dripped down his hands, and the white armor fell to the ground.

Shattered into pieces.

"Why is this happening?"