Chapter Eighty-Five: The Disaster
Lin Xiaoxi handed over the fried rice and water, and asked, "Old man, the land on the other side of Qingyun Mountain has moved, why are you still going there?" ”
The old man glanced strangely at Lin Xiaoxi, who was wearing a hood and only showed his eyes, and the large army not far away, and hesitated.
Until he saw the fried rice and water handed over by Lin Xiaoxi, and looked at his grandson with chapped lips.
took it and fed his grandson a sip of water first, and then said, "Hey, then where are we going?" We went to many towns and didn't let us in! We can only try our luck on this side, and maybe we will survive. ”
"Didn't you hear that the State of Chu is taking in refugees? Why don't you go? ”
The old man fed his grandson a few bites, and he also devoured it: "Then how to go, go east, look at the past and see that there are all refugees."
There was no water to be found, food was eaten, and even the bark and grass roots were almost gnawed away. How many lives do our grandparents and grandchildren have to go to that side? ”
The old man said vaguely, Lin Xiaoxi was young, and he didn't understand it too much.
Mr. Feng understood that when the bark and grass roots were finished, it was time to attack the same kind......
Then he began to scold: "The faint king has misled the country!" It's been a few months since the drought, not to mention Paiqin's disaster relief, but the city gates are still locked, which is to force the people to death! ”
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After all, I still can't bear it, and I don't have to worry about debts.
The scattered refugees they have encountered in the past few days are willing to help if they can.
The main thing is that Jiang Yao and Jiang Yu know their food.
Those who were willing to follow them went east with them to the Chu State, and among them were the pair of grandfathers and grandsons.
If they don't want to, I also advise them not to go this way, but to go south.
But most people are reluctant to go south.
That side is the place of the Southern Barbarians, although it is damp, but there are many beasts, snakes and insects, and they dare not go.
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From that day on, Jiang Yu started evening classes again.
But it's not in front of all the staff, the big guys are busy.
Therefore, Jiang Yu asked everyone to make their own arrangements, and at least one person from each household should come to listen to the evening class every day.
What to say?
What to do when there is a large number of refugees?
Don't be soft-hearted! Don't let up!
Those who are hungry eat people!
Once they feel that we have food and water, and we can be bullied, then what awaits everyone is to be robbed of food, water, and even people!
So, kitchen knives and sticks are tightened and don't let go!
Once someone pounces, the person will be lifted away as soon as possible.
If the other party is rude, don't be soft-hearted and fall down!
If you don't knock him down, you'll be the one who will be knocked down!
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While Jiang Yu is doing psychological construction for everyone, he is actually doing psychological construction for her and Jiang Yao.
Growing up in a peaceful society, it is sometimes difficult to understand the meaning of disasters and how evil the human heart can be.
Everything is hearsay.
Next, they have to face it all for themselves.
They didn't have confidence in themselves, so they made a decision.
The next road, led by Shi Yanzheng and Mr. Feng in front, they broke off.
Once there is a situation, take the whistle as an order.
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After another five days, the crowd officially entered the plains.
It's not a flat river, but there are also many small hills and forests.
Only now, everywhere is desolate.
There was not a bit of humidity in the air, a gust of wind blew, and dust flew up.
Even the people wearing hoods and masks felt their throats dry when they took a breath.
In the beginning, people were scattered.
When they got around a small hill, everyone couldn't help but stop.
It's all people.
As far as the eye can see, dead people, living people, everywhere.
The living, whether kneeling or lying, have hollow eyes and are full of despair.
...... the dead people, they didn't dare to look at them, and when their eyes swept over, they unconsciously dodged.
Facing the hungry eyes of the refugees, everyone couldn't help but grab the weapons in their hands.
With a wave of Shi Yan's forehand, the team began to move forward slowly.
The refugees, who were numb and desperate, saw the team, their eyes moved, and they seemed to see hope.
Many refugees crawled to the side of the group.
Even if he was stopped by the weapons of the escort team, he did not dare to step forward again, but he did not retreat.
As if with all his strength, he stared straight at the bulging eyes, staring closely at the back baskets of everyone, and some even stared at the children in the team.
Thin faces with only bulging eye sockets and chapped lips.
Because of the exertion, the eyeballs seem to fall out at any moment.
Sanxi was frightened by a refugee's stare and shrank straight behind her father.
Lin Dahe also saw the other party's eyes, carefully protected Sanxi behind him, and directly pointed the spikes of the wooden stick at the refugee who might pounce at any time.
The man winced his eyes and looked away.
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A frail woman knelt in front of Mrs. Zhou with a little boy of five or six years old.
The woman said in a hoarse voice, "Good Samaritan, enjoy the stuttering, we have not eaten for three days." ”
The sound is very small, as if it will be blown away by the wind.
The little boy also raised his hand and prayed: "Grandma, give me something to eat, my mother left all the food to me, if she doesn't eat again, she will die, please...... Little stones make you cows and horses......"
When Mrs. Zhou saw the little boy raise his hand, the loose sleeves of his shirt slipped off, revealing his thin and shriveled arms.
The clearly visible bones are shocking.
Zhao Liu tugged at the corner of Mrs. Zhou's clothes and motioned for her to look not far away.
There were a few men not far away, obviously afraid of their team, and did not dare to step forward.
His eyes were staring at the boy who was kneeling on the ground, and he had been following him a short distance behind, as if he was guarding his prey.
Mrs. Zhou looked at the woman who was dying and might collapse at any time, and her heart was terrified.
After enduring it several times, I was ready to take out the baked cake from the back basket.
Spotted by the guards, they held her back basket down.
"If you take it out at this time, you will cause a riot! Not only can't we save people, but even we have to be implicated. ”
Mrs. Zhou came to her senses, sighed, and simply turned her head away from looking.
The team moved forward slowly, and the little boy kept following, several times during which he stopped to drag the woman who couldn't run.
Jiang Yu closed his eyes with difficulty.
But the pleading of the refugees was clear.
There are also the sound of family members dying and crying bitterly.
I don't know how long they haven't drunk water, and they can't cry anymore.
Jiang Yao kept her eyes open.
Seeing that someone was so hungry that he couldn't stand it, he picked up the loess on the ground and stuffed it into his mouth.
Seeing the dead people, the corpses that were so thin that there were only bones left.
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Until the procession passed through the gathering place, no refugees dared to make a move.
As the team faded away, the refugees' eyes lost their light again.
The little stone couldn't catch up, and he had no strength.
He wanted to cry why they wouldn't give them a little food.
His mother was going to starve to death, why didn't anyone come to help him?
Didn't my mother say that the gods would bless them?
Why haven't the gods come yet?
He was tired, hungry, and thirsty......
At this moment, Little Stone's mother finally couldn't hold it anymore and fell to the ground, raising a puff of dust.
The little stone, reaching out to help it, but failed to lift it up as usual.
Xiaoshi stared blankly at his mother, whose eyes were closed, he knew that his mother was going to die, and this is how his father died.
He didn't cry because he knew he wouldn't come back.
He also has to save his strength to bury his mother, just like his mother buries his father.
It's just that he can't drag his mother, what should he do?
Can anyone help him?
Just then, he saw several shadows appear on the ground.