"Steamed ......"

"White-flour buns!"

As soon as they saw the dry food that Yang Quanlin put on the kang, the men and women of the family were like beggars seeing gold nuggets, and they were like the excitement of seeing them for a long time and finally seeing them, full of tears, and the two children, one older and one younger, tried to get out of the bed and crawled towards the dry food, and the swallowing sound of saliva in their throats was particularly clear.

"Don't rob!"

The man who couldn't see his age drank, dragged the two children back, got out of bed and bowed deeply to Yang Yi and Yang Quanlin, and then picked up the dry food like a treasure, broke off a few small pieces for the family, and wrapped the rest solemnly, obviously preparing to hide it and eat it slowly.

"Give them food, we have it here, it's all for you!"

Yang Quanlin said, took out most of the remaining dry food in the baggage, handed it to the family, stuffed two of them into the hands of the two children, and said in a trembling voice: "Eat, eat......"

The two children seemed to have forgotten Yang Quanlin's existence, and gnawed the hard dry food that could jump their teeth, that kind of energy, Yang Yi had only seen in the wolf cub who had been hungry for more than half a month.

Not only the two children, but everyone in the family was frantically gnawing, and the whole room was filled with the sound of rodents eating.

In this era, the vast majority of people were poor, including Yang Yi himself and most of the villagers in his hometown.

But he dared to guarantee that except for the years of a few catastrophes, the villagers of the white-faced steamed buns did not say that they would eat one meal, but they still had the ability to eat one meal every three or five days, and there would never be such a scene as they saw in front of them.

After only a few minutes, most of the hard, stone-like pancakes were gone, and a room full of people choked and rolled their eyes while shouting that it was delicious.

"I'm not afraid of Engong, you will laugh, this white-flour steamed bun, since we came from Japan, we haven't eaten it for many years......"

The man who couldn't see his age had tears flowing for a long time, and smiled shamefully at Yang Yi and Yang Quanlin: "From birth to now, this is the first time that the three men have tasted what the white flour steamed bun tastes like......

The third child was obviously the youngest child, three or four years old, but the smallest one was less than two years old.

It was only at this time that the man had time to ask Yang Yi why Yang Quanlin came here, but if there was anything that needed help, he risked his life to help the two of them in the face of these white-faced steamed buns.

"We're just passing by!"

Yang Quanlin looked at Yang Yi, whose face was pale, and then replied: "My friend doesn't know what the circle of people looks like, and he is very curious, so I brought him in to have a look!" ”

"Curious?"

When the man heard this, he laughed miserably and said, "This is hell on earth, life is worse than death......

"Then why don't you run?" Yang Yi asked.

"Run?"

The man laughed even worse: "Our relatives, friends, and neighbors all live in this circle of people, if any of us run away, the devil will bury them all alive, and it's not that no one has run away, in the valley on the west slope, a few days ago, because of one run, more than 40 people were buried alive......"

From the age of fourteen to the present, Yang Yi has rolled in the ice and snow countless times, and he never knew that it was cold, but listening to this man's words, he was shivering with cold, and it seemed that there was ice in the cracks of his bones.

"Besides, not only do you not have food in this circle, but you don't even have anything to wear!"

The man's expression seemed to be crying, but there were no tears, just with a crying tone and a crying expression: "Two beneficials, don't look at me still wearing clothes, I'm not afraid of your jokes, my mother-in-law usually doesn't even have anything to cover her shame, but now she is shrunk in the quilt, all naked...... In winter, when someone comes to the house, they shrink under the covers, and in the summer, when someone comes, they can't do it, so they squat in the fig hole......"

Yang Yi saw the so-called figil hole, which was a few half-person-deep pits dug in the corner of the fire kang, and he didn't have the courage to imagine that if he lived in such a circle with Song Jiawen in the future, and then someone would come to Song Jiawen to squat in the hole to cover his shame.

Just thinking about it makes his heart hurt terribly.

He believed that the man in front of him, the man in everyone's circle, looked at his mother, mother-in-law and girl squatting in the shame hole, and his heart must have hurt as much as himself.

It's the same as a knife cut.

"Engong, are you from Guannai?"

The man asked, seeing that the two of them nodded excitedly, "Is the young marshal going to come back with the troops to save us?" As soon as the young marshal leaves, our life is really not human......"

Yang Quanlin hurriedly said: "We are from Guannei, but we are not young marshals, we are red. Secret agents of the army, come back to investigate the enemy's situation, don't worry, fellow, we will fight back soon, we will not only save you, we will also kill the devil and avenge you......"

Then he was slapped by Yang Yi and called out, he hated this guy, he was sure that this guy deliberately brought himself to see this!

He hates this guy even more, and gives these poor people some hopeless hope, because this guy's army is now struggling, and when they fight, this man's family is afraid that their bones will be ground to ashes by the devil!

"Uncle, you are red. The army needs to come over sooner......"

When leaving, the man's family whispered expectantly, as if the appearance of the two had shone into their dark lives.

Yang Yi's ears kept echoing with this voice, like a nightmare.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Yang Quanlin with a cheap smile on his face, half of this guy's eyes were swollen like a panda, but his smile was still extremely bright, and he was not afraid of provoking Yang Yi, who had been in a state of explosion since last night.

Seeing that Yang Yi began to grind his teeth again, Yang Quanlin raised his hand and surrendered: "Didn't we say okay?" If you have the strength to beat me, it's better to stay and beat the devil! ”

Yang Yi likes the title of devil very much, because what those Japanese do is simply inferior to beasts in his opinion, and only a little ghost who asks for his life can do this kind of thing.

The wind blew, rolling up the snow, whining.

At this moment, Yang Yi finally believed that mountains and rivers would also cry.

Seeing his people being treated like animals, even the wind began to whimper.

Yang Yi pulled his hair fiercely, his beard, which had not been shaved for a few days, stood up like a steel needle, his eyes were blood-red, what he saw and heard in the circle last night, scene by scene was constantly replaying in his mind, tormenting, and tearing him.

Unspeakable inexplicable emotions swelled in his body, and Yang Yi felt like an infinitely inflated balloon, as if it was about to burst!

He had to find a way to vent, or he was sure he would go crazy!

Yang Yi turned his head suddenly, grabbed Yang Quanlin's collar and roared, "Tell me, where is there a devil who can kill me?" Take me there, Lao Tzu wants to kill the devil, now, immediately! ”