On a spring afternoon, the weather had just warmed up, and the Zhang family of four survived another cold winter day.

Zhang Dalang took the hemp rope and ran out to collect firewood.

Erlang also followed some men, women and children in the village to dig some wild vegetables at the foot of the mountain.

Zhao Sanniang led her daughter Baozhu to rub hemp at home, preparing to weave some homespun cloth to wear when she was not busy with farming.

There is a lot of work at home, Zhao Sanniang is like a spinning top, and she is not idle for a moment, but she is used to it!

After all, for so many years, they have come over like this.

But this day seems to be a little different.

The sky was slowly overcast, and just after that, the sky began to fall with spring rain.

Zhao Sanniang's heart was messed up for no reason, she beckoned Baozhu, hurriedly took the umbrella to the door to take a look, and if she saw the eldest brother and the second brother, she would go to greet her.

Baozhu was already eleven years old at this time, and he could do all the work at home, and he had done such things a lot.

I agreed, took the umbrella and went out.

Baozhu has not returned for a long time, and Zhao Sanniang is like sitting on pins and needles.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning crossed the sky, illuminating the gloomy room for a moment, and the thunder came close together, and the uneasiness in Zhao Sanniang's heart became stronger and stronger.

The spring rains are delicate and dense, and there is very little thunder.

The cold sweat on Zhao Sanniang's forehead was frequent, and she finally decided not to wait any longer and chased her out.

There was no one in the village, and it seemed that she was the only one between heaven and earth.

She followed the dirt road to the foot of the mountain, where she saw the most painful scene of her life.

The thunder in the sky roared, and the people of the earth screamed and groaned in pain.

At some point, a group of soldiers from neighboring countries actually crossed the defense line of the two countries and entered Zhangzhuang.

They were hideous-looking, burning, killing and looting.

In the face of women and girls, the methods are even more cruel.

Zhao Sanniang's heart tightened, and she didn't know where she got the strength, so she picked up a stick beside her and rushed directly into the group of soldiers.

At this moment, her mind went blank, and she completely fell into madness.

What about Dalang?

What about the orbs?

What about Jiro?

She didn't know what kind of mood and energy she had, pulling or pushing away the crowd one by one.

She also doesn't remember how she got up after being kicked and staggered......

She didn't care about it, and it seemed like a century had passed, and she finally found the orb in the face of wind and rain.

The little disheveled body just fell on the side of the dirt road, its hair in a disheveled bun, its body in disarray, its eyes wide and round, and it no longer had the brilliance of its past.

Her hands were still tightly clutching her collar, and the blood spit out of her mouth was like a poisonous snake, wrapping Zhao Sanniang's heart tightly, tighter and tighter.

Zhao Sanniang was like a hammer at this moment.

She wanted to pick up the orb, but she couldn't.

At this time, she realized that she had been slashed all over her body along the way.

Covered in blood, she fell to her knees beside the orb.

At this moment, the hatred in her heart was monstrous, but this hatred could not make her stand up and kill all these beasts, but only let her soul die and could not be relieved.

The moment she fell to the ground, she saw the blood flowing into a small river at the foot of the mountain.

Among them, there is a river of blood that belongs to her Erlang!

She spat blood from her mouth, and these blood foams infected the corpse of the orb with its temperature.

The picture before her death flashed back in her mind, and she wanted to ask God, what did she do in this life?!

Song Shuyun didn't open her eyes, but her hands were clenched tightly, and she wanted to suppress so many negative emotions.

It's not the first time she's done something like this.

But this time it was different, this time she hadn't gotten rid of this negative state, and suddenly her heart ached, followed by a sweet throat, her body arched uncontrollably, her head tilted, and a mouthful of blood stood out with a 'wow'.

Baozhu, who was squatting on the ground and weaving a mat with Jiro, saw this and cried on the spot.

Erlang also knelt down in front of the earthen kang with a pale face.

"Mother, mother...... What's wrong with you? ”

Erlang is now thirteen and knows a lot of things, he didn't step forward to shake Song Shuyun, but reached out to swing Song Shuyun's head slightly, and carefully took out a square scarf, and gently wiped the blood on Song Shuyun's mouth by himself.

He was cracked, emaciated, and black, with a slight tremble.

"Mother, can you hear the child's words?"

Song Shuyun spat out blood, her body relaxed a lot, and nodded slightly.

"Don't be afraid, my mother is fine, just rest for a while!"

Saying that, he went to say hello and stood aside crying Baozhu.

Baozhu saw that Song Shuyun was indeed much better, and his crying gradually stopped, and he knelt next to Song Shuyun's head like Erlang.

He sobbed and said, "Mother, are you feeling better?" Mother, are you hungry? You've been lying all day!"

Song Shuyun felt it carefully, only felt weak for a while, but she was not hungry, so she shook her head, stretched out her hand and patted Baozhu's little head.

"Mother is not hungry......"

Before she finished speaking, Baozhu suddenly burst into tears again.

"Ahhh......h Mother, you must be hungry! Mother, are you hungry?"

Song Shuyun was confused, but she didn't know why.

Erlang gently pushed the orb at this time.

"Mother is reluctant to eat, so I said so, you hurry up and bring the rice!"

As soon as Baozhu heard this, he stopped crying, looked at the second brother and then at Song Shuyun, and suddenly laughed a snot bubble, got up and ran out.

When Song Shuyun saw this, she had a rough guess in her heart, and said to Erlang: "There are not many things at home, you are all growing your body, and it won't be in the way for your mother to eat less!"

As soon as Erlang heard this, the worry in his eyes dissipated a lot.

"Mother, it's okay, big brother is going to dig wild vegetables! If not, I'll go into the mountains tomorrow! I'm growing up, and none of us will starve to death!"

Song Shuyun sighed leisurely.

"The matter of entering the mountain, let's talk about it later, life will go on after all!"

As the two spoke, Baozhu came in with a large bowl with a missing tooth.

Song Shuyun supported her body and sat up, Erlang got up to help, she didn't refuse.

After serving the bowl, there was a bowl of mush, boiled with wild herbs and wheat bran.

There is no fine grinding here, and the taste of wheat bran can be said to be the most uncomfortable thing Song Shuyun has eaten since so many tasks.

But she looked at the saliva and wanted to stay, but she was still looking forward to the jewel she had drunk, and Erlang, who was worried but didn't say a word, still closed her eyes and dried up!

Baozhu was a little relieved, but also a little regretful, on the way back to the bowl, licked it again, and then happily ran back.

Song Shuyun ate and regained some strength, but she didn't get up, but comforted the two children a few words, and then lay back, pretending to close her eyes and recuperate, ready to accept the task.

At this moment, she heard Baozhu whisper: "Second brother! I'll just say that the dun lied to me! Our mother can still eat! It won't be like Dunzi Niang, vomiting blood, spitting and spitting and it's gone! You say, don't you? ”

Erlang's face was solemn when he heard this.

"Don't listen to their nonsense, don't have anything to do with them in the future!"