Hunger is more unbearable than any disaster in the world, and the onset of opium addiction seems to be even worse than hunger, and Hyo-moon falls into the abyss of double longing and double suffering. The vast and complex world has become very simple, as simple as a bowl of gruel, a steamed bun, or a black purple and shiny smoke bubble. When Xiao'e swept the urn and the porcelain basin, scraped and scraped the milky yellow oiled paper stuffed in the hole in the wall of the kiln wall, and could not sweep away a star of rice noodles or pinch a single smoke bubble, the cave that was warm in winter and cool in summer, the fire kang that made him enjoy the ultimate joy of life countless times, suddenly lost its charm. Eight acres of half-water dry land and the gatehouse were all twisted into smoke bubbles by Xiao'e's dexterous fingers, stuffed into the small holes of the smoking gun, and turned into green smoke and inhaled into the throat. Xiaowen slipped down from the kang and pulled on his shoes, and just took a step out of the cave, Xiao'e shouted on the kang: "What should I do if you leave?" Xiaowen turned around: "I can't lead you to ask for food?" Wait, I'll get you back. He walked out of the cave without any attachment, the fire of hunger burning in his chest that made his eyes erupt with Venus. Without thinking, Xiaowen walked to Shenhe Village, the nearest village to the east of Bailu Village, and when he entered the village, he almost had no time to take care of those dilapidated and low gatehouses, and walked straight to the blue brick gatehouse of Li Guinian, the head of Shenhe Village. Li Guinian saw him pouting the corners of his lips and walked in the door, and asked his grandson to bring him a mixed flour bun with pea noodles and wheat noodles. Xiaowen didn't care much about Li Guinian's face, and was immersed in the sweetness and sweetness of chewing mixed buns. He reclined under the gatehouse, one shoulder resting on the blue brick pillar in front of the gatehouse, holding the pea-yellow bun in both hands, and a round wriggling tower bulging from his cheeks. After eating, he carefully and earnestly sucked the crumbs of the bun that leaked between his palms and fingers, and suddenly remembered Xiao'e. He immediately regretted it, and then forgave himself again: "It's counting, it's already finished!" I'll send it back to her when I get it next time!" When he turned to the downstairs of He Yaozu's house in Hejiafang, it was lunch time. He Yaozu heard the news that his family had reported that Xiaowen had come to beg for food, and walked out of the door, and said affectionately: "Ahhhhh What are you doing under the gatehouse? Come in, get in, get in, come in!" Xiaowen followed He Yaozu into the gatehouse and entered the courtyard, thinking in his heart that this time he could have a full meal!

He Yaozu's family was eating around the square table in the bright room of the hall, and they all stopped their chopsticks and watched him in amazement. He Yaozu instructed his family to scoop up his food, pulled a low stool and put it on the steps of the hall and said, "Sit down, sit down here and eat." It doesn't matter where to sit down, Xiaowen took the rice bowl handed by the He family's daughter-in-law, and couldn't wait to start intoxicated with the beautiful enjoyment of pure white noodles, the hot noodles could not slow down the speed of his swallowing, and the hot sweat on his forehead dripped down, when he ate and drank and looked forward to scooping another bowl, he heard He Yaozu's voice behind him: "You have seen the master today." I specially invited this good master into the door to open your eyes. Bai Jiaxuan is the first benevolent, righteous and loyal person in our field, and he is still not sure to be a loser. You haven't seen the loser today, you have to learn from the loser, he is a good master......" Xiaowen just caught the second bowl of noodles scooped up, and a fire suddenly jumped in his heart, wanting to smash the bowl to the front of the He family father and son, but when he was ready, he sat down softly and stirred the slender noodles into his mouth. After eating, he wiped his mouth, turned back to He Yaozu and said with a grin: "You fancy me as a master, then I won't stay, okay?" When do you still want me to be a master, just talk to me, let's not get paid, just want to have a round belly......"

Xiaowen continued to walk southeast, the further south he went, the more unfamiliar the people became, and it was rare to get a mouthful of leftover food and a bun for a day or two, but he was constantly attacked by vicious dogs, forcing him to pick up a wooden stick, and the wounds on his legs and feet that were bitten by dogs began to suppurate, and purple-red pus blood flowed from the calves and ankles into the uppers. He then began to develop a fever, and the intense nausea caused him to retch into strings of bloody mucus. That night he tumbled from the temple platform where he was perched, shivering as if soaked in well water, but for the first time in several days, his mind was awake and aware of the imminent imminent death. At this moment, he suddenly remembered Xiao'e, he cried loudly, shouted Xiao'e's name, and staggered out of the temple......

After two days of climbing and climbing, I finally saw the tree-shrouded village of Bailu Village. He fainted with emotion as he passed through the familiar moat, and tumbled limply down the slope and fell into the great moat. He saw Xiao'e pursing her lips at him and smiling and climbing up to the kang, her right hand reached out to her left armpit and unbuttoned one cloth tower after another, and two snow-white pigeons flew out; She leaned sideways beside him, and filled a grain of polished earth into the hole of the cigarette gun, and the two of them smoked one bite at a time; When the smoke was strong, the two of them tossed and made a fool on the kang, and a stab on the broken mat made him jump up, lie on the kang and pout his smooth buttocks, and let Xiao'e grab the needle and pick out the thorn from the skin and flesh...... Hyo-moon jumped up from the sharp pain of the needle prick, and a white dog with blood-stained fur whined and jumped away with its tail up, and turned its head to stare at him for a while, then slipped away with two disappointed screams. He hugged his feet and saw that there were two rows of symmetrical holes on the surface and soles of his feet, but no blood was coming out, and he guessed that there was probably not a drop of blood in his flesh. An eerie and terrifying scene swept through his mind, those strangers who had starved to death under the village road or temple platform, and the villagers were afraid that the corpses would rot and stink, so they shouted a few people to drag the corpses to a distant slope ditch, dig a pit and stuff it and bury it. The dogs then followed, first a few by one, and then dozens of big dogs, small dogs, male dogs, and female dogs of different colors, digging around the earthen pit, and when the nameless dead body was picked up, the dogs tore and bit like crazy. Almost all the dogs in the original area have become wild dogs, eating human flesh, and their eyes are blood-red and their fur is stained with blood. Bai Xiaowen saw the leg bones of people who had been gnawed white by the dogs several times, and the tattered clothes and pants, and couldn't help but have a spasm, and lay down softly under the moat. There was a hissing sound of grinding the axle of the car, and someone rushed to the trench to get the soil, Xiaowen glanced at it, and recognized that the person who shouted the car was Lu San, and couldn't help but close his eyes.

Lu San roared the horse-drawn wooden wheel ox cart into the moat, tightened the wooden lock rope, took off the shovel and the hammer from the carriage and turned around and walked to the ridge to dig the earth, and saw the person curled up in the coffin, he was used to seeing the starvation lying on the road, so he was not too surprised, and pulled the legs and feet with the pointed hook of the pickaxe, and tried to see whether it was a dead body or a living thing. Xiaowen raised his arms and raised his head and called "Third Uncle". Lu San threw his head and took a step forward and squatted down, holding Xiaowen's shoulders with both hands and sitting up: "Oh, yes, yes, you got this scene?" Xiaowen's head, which had been numb for a long time, suddenly became active, and he realized that every word he said now would be conveyed to his father word for word through the medium of Lusan, and the slightest cowardice and remorse would make his father proud. He didn't want him to be complacent, so he said, "This is good, this is very good!" Lu San pursed the corners of his lips: "Think about what you were in earlier, and what is your situation now?" Xiaowen said without thinking: "I didn't want to pass the good situation before, but now I am happy and happy in this situation." Hearing this, Lu San slowly stood up and took two steps back, forming a distance between him and Xiaowen, and said mockingly: "You pretend to be hard-mouthed." You regret that it was too late! You used to be a man, but now you are lying in a trench and a man! You put aside the right path and don't go down the wrong path, you don't sit on the table with a high table and low stools, but you want to get under the table and gnaw bones, you live a person like a dog, and you still pretend to say that you don't regret it! You regret not being able to say it now!" Xiaowen trembled with anger: "Ho, three old men! It's just that others will discipline me and scold me, but you will also discipline me and burn me? How old are you?" Lu San patted his chest with a sneer and looked at Xiaowen with disdain: "I'm old-three." Look, the three old men have worked all their lives, and they can't pick up your number one loser in their eye sockets! If I had lived to your point, I would have pulled out a feather and strangled him...... What kind of people are alive?" Lu San scooped up the head of the hammer from the ground, dug it up fiercely, the clods of soil fell down with a bang, and piled them at his feet, and then replaced the iron-headed wooden shovel, filled a cart of clods, and then put the hammer and the shovel on the cart gang, led the red horse to untie the brake rope, and when he was about to dig out of the trench, he turned around, half sympathetic and half teasingly said: "If you don't strangle to death ruthlessly, go to the Bailu barn, where there is a ...... for dinner today."

Xiaowen was lying on his back in the moat and was half angry, and when he slipped through the wall to beg for food, his acquaintances looked at him with white eyes, and he could be calm when the children drank and the dog bit him, but he didn't expect Lu San to stimulate his sense of shame so strongly. Sheng Fu finally fell silent, and there seemed to be a worm in the abdominal cavity that was creeping and arching, and then one became two and three of the countless worms rummaging and digging in the empty abdominal cavity, and the three words that Lu San left for him when he walked out of the trench were circling in his mind: let go of the meal. The meal has become very strange, but now it has become very close, very lively, and very vivid. In the past two or three days, the water and rice have not entered, Xiaowen has long had no feeling of hunger and no coercion of hunger, and now the feeling of hunger has awakened again, and the pain of hunger has forced him to stand up and go to Bailu Cang to eat housemeal! His will was strong, he stood up with a dog-beating stick, walked out of the trench and climbed up the slow track and raised his head, and his younger brother Xiaowu had just walked in front of him. Xiaowu learned the news of Xiaowen's dying in the moat from Lu Sankou, and he said, "Brother, go home!"

"No return!" Xiaowen raised his head and said stubbornly.

"You've reached the end of your rope, and there's no way out."

"The road is not yet over - I'm going to grab food from the house!"

"You should think, how can you go and grab the house?"

"It's good to grab the house! It's better than begging for food, like going home and eating your bowl of rice!"

"You don't care about your face...... Think about your ancestors, too!"

"Fuck off...... Shameless to eat and go to Luo!"

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Xiaowen was very proud of his tough attitude towards Lusan and Xiaowu, and walked to the dining room outside the Bailu warehouse with a sudden rise of strength. In the open field outside the walls of the White Deer Warehouse, in the fields that were idle because of the drought and could not be sown, there were thousands of heads crowded and noisy, like a swarm of bees buzzing with the lid of the box opened, more like a huge family of ants pouring out of the nest, standing, lying, sitting, moving, men, women, old people and dolls, a piece of ragged clothes and pants constituted a turbid flood, and there was still a steady stream of people surging in all directions. Hyo-moon was frightened when he first entered, but he was soon inspired by the hungry faces and rude swearing, and he walked towards the crowded place with a stick. On the open field, a ** open-air stove was temporarily erected, and a large iron pot with a five-foot diameter was supported, and a large bellows were set up on both sides of the pot to send the wind under the stove, and the flames were whistling from the front and back of the stove and jumped up more than a zhang high. The crowd in front of the stove was full of young people, so dense that not even a single straw could be inserted. The militia members waved sticks and forced the people to line up in three columns, and the queue that had just formed collapsed in an instant when the group members turned around, and the swarming became more intense. Xiaowen took the opportunity to squeeze to the front in this chaos, and saw the yellow and bright rice porridge tumbling in the steaming iron pot, and suddenly cried with regret, oh my God! Everyone else has a yellow bowl or a clay pot in their hands, and what is the rice they hold with their empty hands? He squeezed out of the nest again, and was about to run back to town to borrow a bowl, but someone grabbed him by the shoulder. He turned his head angrily in a hurry, and Lu Zilin smiled in surprise and said, "Ahhh How can you squeeze into a nest with these people!" Xiaowen struggled and struggled his shoulders and was anxious without breaking free: "Oh, let go of your hand!" I forgot to take the bowl, I'm going to borrow it! If it's too late, I'll finish scooping it up for others!" He felt that Lu Zilin's hand was gripping harder and tighter, and he shouted more and more angrily: "If you don't let go, I'll scold......" Lu Zilin had a sad look on his face, and he changed his hand and grabbed his arm again, pushing away the chaotic and crowded crowd, and couldn't help but pull him into the gap temporarily dug in the wall of the White Deer Warehouse. Xiaowen didn't have the strength to fight against the hand that grabbed his arm, he was pulled into the courtyard of Bailucang and entered a room, and when he looked up, he saw his brother-in-law, Mr. Zhu, sitting at a table, dumbly closing his mouth and hanging his head.