Guo Tu's glory is not easy to obtain, the war is not just a few words in the book, or the imaginary Jin Ge Iron Horse's mighty heart. More often than not, people still have to stubbornly live in the more messy, barren, and decayed land that has been trampled by the iron horse. Even people who avoid the chaos in the mountains are not friends who can put on a comfortable appearance of fine wine and snacks when they visit. The best way to express the sadness after the war might as well listen to Qin Xun's solo music, sad, resentful, endless. After the war, it was so desolate and miserable.

The Shangsi Festival on March 3, 184 ended the last good life of the Yingchuan Academy that year, and if May and June were the hardest times in previous years, then after the new grain matured in the summer, the life after the academy received the grain according to the usual practice would be much more comfortable. But this year, because of the Yellow Turban War, everything has become different, and there is a lack of new grain collection. The supplies before the closure of the Eight Gates Golden Lock Array were far from comparable to the reserves of new wheat in the summer. The burning, killing and looting of the Yellow Turban Army, the burning of thousands of acres of fertile land by Huangpu Song and other troops, and the robbery of small bandits all made this year even more hungry and heavier.

The wild vegetables in the spring have been eaten, and some people have already started to eat leaf noodles and the like in the summer, so what should you eat after July? Mature dandelion is full of irony and fishy taste, and the toughness of beef tendon grass is not digestible by ordinary stomachs. In a nutshell, autumn bark has become a delicacy, and dead grass has become a life-sustaining supply. In the face of life, there is no longer the elegance of not eating the fireworks of the world, and there is no longer the past of sharing food and saluting, eating is to live, the simplest and most straightforward truth. When he was still hesitating, others were desperate to snatch those things he once disdained, and Xi Zhicai was always helpless. In winter, there are still people who are not afraid of the cold, go down to the river to salvage aquatic weeds to increase supplies, and jump on the river, but also experience a test of life and death, the sun can not get rid of the cold of the body, fainting, there are many people who die. In order to escape the Yellow Turban Riots, Yingchuan Academy still chose this difficult and difficult life. There is a reason for this, the Yellow Turban Riots are too terrifying, they are turmoil in eight states, it is like a large-scale earthquake that has occurred in most of the world, the death toll is appalling, and the aftershocks are not endless.

The population of Yuzhou and Jizhou has been greatly reduced, not to mention the tragic extent of Yingchuan, the main battlefield. In the eyes of the management of Yingchuan Academy, the Yellow Turban Rebellion was brutal and irrational, and the hatred for the government and the clan was enough to make them do anything crazy recklessly, and the lives of these scholars were precious, and they would not be allowed to go to the bottom of the mountain to take risks easily. Compared with the outside of thousands of miles of white bones, the Gathering Mountain is still a pure land in the world in comparison. But it is still unbearable for students who are usually accustomed to preferential treatment. In particular, I see some people who fall down unconsciously in hunger, never get up, and finally disappear from the world. Sometimes some people disappear in a blink of an eye, maybe they will never be gone, that kind of palpitation is not melancholy can be expressed, and it is a deep blow to new students. People who want to survive can endure any hardship. The bitterness and tenacity of the withered grass, the vomiting of the peculiar smell, the gastrointestinal pain after eating, and the lingering hunger in the stomach are an unforgettable past. Thinking of the life inspired by the announcement of the academy------ the heavens are still great for the people, they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically, so they are tempted to endure and gain what they cannot...... The school's Chicken Soup for the Soul allows the students to inspire each other to move towards the path of the sages. Of course, the treatment of students is relatively good, because the academy not only has chicken soup for the soul to drink, but also has always provided clear soup-like relief porridge. There will still be a little hard ration supply in a few days.

Since there was a gap between Xi Zhicai and Guo Jia, he always kept an appropriate distance, which made Guo Jia quite uncomfortable. In this famine in Yingchuan Academy, the likes of Xi Zhicai were the first to bear the brunt. Guo Jia changed his previous calmness and asked for a long-term meal ticket for his senior brother at Guo Tu early. The backbone of the drama Zhi only refused to eat the food that came from him, and he was not short of ambition, mainly because he and Guo Jia had not yet come out. Red Lotus is more important in his heart than his own life. Persistent and stubborn, he stiffened his body and struggled to support it, lost the essence in his body bones, and completely lay down.

The unwilling Guo Jia smiled lightly again: "This is the little junior brother's filial piety to the senior brother, and there is no other meaning." ”

Xi Zhicai said slowly and in a low voice: "Although I am your senior brother, I am bitter, but I will not accept your gifts and pity with this, you and I know my intentions, do you want me to understand more clearly?" Let's go. ”

Looking at this senior brother with a personality, Guo Jia understood that he was still misunderstanding himself and Honglian in his heart, he was really a stubborn and lovely person, and he was not angry with him at all. Guo Jia thought that it was inconvenient to borrow Xu Shu's hand and give him life-saving food. Challenging his self-esteem is just as insulting to his intellect. Guo Jia went back, still did not give up, but thought of a better way to deal with it.

Although Xu Shu's life is not easy, he is a person who does not care, he goes to the little junior sister every once in a while to ask for something to eat, Huang Achu is also willing to give him, and even brings him some, Xu Shu even does not let go of his junior brother Guo Jia, master Sima Hui, and good friend Shi Guangyuan, and rubs everything he can to rub it. Whoever told him to eat a lot of food, in order to survive, he couldn't do it, and he didn't let go of the school's relief porridge every time. Xu Shu is not particular but also a free and easy person, although the famine is terrible, he has not fallen once.

Yingchuan Xun, Chen, and Ling began to live quite luxuriously, and only after October did they start the life of the Xiariba people. The emotional life soars down 3,000 feet, and one sentence shows their life and mood.

Although no one died in Guo's Hospital, Guo Jia's suffering was also very great, and some people fell and left in front of them, and they didn't even have the strength to open their mouths to beg for food. Compassion is human instinct, but who can save so many people now, and who dares to save so many people? But this pain makes him want to make a contribution to this world, he has always hated negative emotions, and has always been informal, but this time he can't escape it, and it is directly presented in front of him, not an imaginary picture but a reality that directly shocks the body and mind. This blow unconsciously formed in his mind a feeling of freedom from suffering with everyone, which was far from the emotion of the orphan and widow at the beginning. Maybe there were, but this famine made that sentiment clearer.