There are only more than 100,000 people in the army around Xianyang City.

For the civilian rebellion, 50,000 soldiers and 50,000 more soldiers, a total of 100,000 people, were led into Chen County by the trap. Most of the remaining troops were transferred to Xianyang to hold on.

Where the rebel army passed, they robbed all over the country, and did not chase after the people who were seized and lost, and fell into various places, becoming displaced people. The displaced people have no food, stealing and looting to survive, so that the more and more displaced people are, the counties in the county are in chaos, and the people have no way to live.

In a village under the county, only the soil is exposed and yellow, and the grass roots must have been pulled out and eaten.

The dilapidated houses stand on the loess, and the door frames are locked.

In the house, a thin, yellow-faced woman was holding dry wood and lighting a fire, and a large bowl was placed on the fire. There was a scoop of shallow water boiling in the bowl, and there were a few blades of grass floating on the water, and some grass roots, and under the water there were still some beans boiling, and a few bean skins were floating.

It must have been boiled for a long time, and the woman looked at the bowl of grass soup or bean soup, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Wow, ahhhh

There was a cry from the bed behind her, silent, or weak.

The woman was startled, got up quickly, wiped her hands and walked to the bed.

Looking at the child on the bed, he picked up the child in a panic and patted the child's back.

"I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry, I'll have something to eat right away."

The woman whispered, "Not hungry, not hungry." ”

Her eyes gradually turned red, and at last she choked up until she was speechless and cried silently.

But the child in her arms stopped crying, and the woman pursed her mouth, laid the child on the bed, took a bowl and a spoon, and brought out the burning soup, and brought it to the child.

Wiping the tears from his face, he scooped up the boiled beans with a spoon, blew them warm, and brought them to the child's mouth.

smiled and said softly, "Come, eat." ”

The child opened his mouth and ate the beans, and the woman fed him spoonful by spoonful until the child was full and fell asleep.

The woman looked at the cold soup in her hand, and drank it clean, with a few bean skins and blades of grass in it.

She put the bowl down and looked at the house, where there was nothing left.

Walk over to a wooden cabinet and open it, and inside there is a worn-out cloth bag, the size of a palm. The woman took out the cloth bag, and there was about half a bag of beans in it.

After looking at it carefully, the woman could not help but hold the bag and sob.

There was not enough to eat, and there was no food to grow in the field, so she could, and she had nothing to plant. Even if it is planted, it will take several months to harvest, and it is impossible for her and her children to survive until that time.

These beans, even if she only let her child eat alone, are not enough to eat for long.

She didn't know what to do, she had already sold everything she could sell at home, what she could exchange for food, she really had no choice.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a rough knock on the door, and the woman was so frightened that she hurriedly put the bag back in her cupboard and closed it, and put her hands on her clothes.

Nervously asked outside the door, "Who?" ”

"Checking the grain." A man's voice outside the door shouted roughly.

The tears in the woman's eyes almost flowed again, and she did not open the door and shrank by the wall.

"I, our family has no food, no food."

Chen County rebelled, and the rebels robbed grain everywhere, and those who were robbed of food and houses either followed the rebel army to receive rations to eat.

Either they will become homeless, and these homeless people will not be much better than the rebel army, and in order to have a stutter, they will go around stealing and smashing.

They can't rob the rebel army, so they rob those old and weak women and children.

It is impossible for anyone to check the grain, and the person outside the door who checks the grain is nothing more than to grab the grain.

The woman hid in the corner and did not open the door, silently, but the old door panel could not stop anything.

The people outside began to bang on the door, bang bang after bang.

It was time to wake up the child, and the child in the bed began to cry.

The woman ran to the bedside, took the child in her arms, and curled up in the corner.

The door was finally slammed open, and a man gasped in, his eyes looking into the room, but there was no one to see except a woman and a child.

He sneered at the woman, "Hand over the grain." ”

The woman shrank there, just shook her head vigorously, and said with a crying voice: "No, really no, please, let me go······"

"Let you go."

The man looked at the woman and the child as if relieved, but quickly sank down and whispered.

"If you let me go, who will let me go?"

He didn't say anything more, he didn't say anything to the woman, but rummaged through the house, turning everything upside down.

At last he opened the wooden cabinet, saw the shriveled and worn bag in the wooden cabinet, and took the bag out.

The man opened the bag, and a few beans were spilled in the belt, which he picked up, tied the bag tightly again, and prepared to go out.

"No way!" The woman wailed, put the child down, and rushed forward to grab the man's arm.

Kneeling there, he begged with all his might: "That's the last, it's for my child, please, I really beg you······"

As she spoke, the woman kowtowed to the ground until her forehead broke, and blood flowed down her forehead.

The man didn't say anything, pushed the woman's hand and walked out the door.

The woman chased him out, tugging at the corner of his coat: "Give it back, give it back to me." ”

The doors of the other houses in the village were locked, and no one came out to help.

If they don't rob it, it's already for the sake of the old days, and no one will want to come out and provoke trouble at this time.

Suddenly, there was a dull sound in the distance.

It was an army marching, and from a distance, you could see a white-clothed and white-armored general carrying a spear, and behind him was a military army with no head in sight.

The man did not dare to think about it, shook off the woman, and ran away with the bag in his hand.

But the woman was left on the ground, and knelt on the loess, her hands stained with dust, and her clothes dirty.

She knelt there, as if she had lost all her strength, all at once, and fell limply, and lay there crying, tears slipping down and falling among the dust.

The army walked past the edge of the village, and Gu Nan turned his eyes sideways to see a person kneeling there crying bitterly, his body as if he was crushed.

The army did not stop, but just walked along the road ahead, and along the way, they had already seen too many people who could not survive.

They won't manage it, and they can't manage it.

As the army passed by, the woman knelt there, and not far from the side of the army, wept for a long time, and the cry resounded through the army and into the ears of every man.

Gu Nan walked in front, his spear hanging on the side of the horse.