In the winter of 363 years of the Jin Yuan Dynasty, the Jin Yuan Dynasty, which had ruled for more than 300 years, fell apart.

More than a dozen armies did not obey anyone, and they all wanted to compete for the throne above the tens of thousands of people.

Silk Village

It was a small village near the Southern Demon Forest, with only about twenty households, and the one closest to the mountain, a little girl of five or six years old, dressed in a patched shirt, leaned against a rather large cyan stone, her hands dragging her cheeks. Her name is Mo Yao, and she is the youngest daughter of Maupassant, who is the best at hunting in Xiushui Village.

Mo Yao's eyes were full of doubts, and he looked at the sky blankly. She didn't understand why some inexplicable images appeared in her mind from time to time. In the picture, there are huge monsters that breathe fire, and the palms of people's hands emit colored light, which can hurt people, and there are people who can soar through the clouds, as if it is a world of immortals. It felt familiar, but she was sure she hadn't seen it.

She once told her father, mother, and eldest brother about this, and asked them if there were any immortals. But they always think that she is cranky, and there are no immortals in this world. He also told her not to talk nonsense everywhere, lest others take her for a monster.

Over time, these became Mo Yao's secrets.

Originally, there were only a few families in Xiushui Village, who made a living from hunting. In recent years, many refugees have fled from various places, and they have gathered here, and gradually, Xiushui Village has developed from a small village of a few families to a medium-sized village with more than 20 households.

Most of the outsiders who fled to Xiushui Village carried it all the way by begging and eating tree bark. I finally met the simple aborigines of Xiushui Village, and with their help, I built a thatched hut and went up the mountain to hunt in exchange for food, and finally picked up a life.

Which Cheng thinks, in this world, there are man-eating tigers wherever they hide. No, the bandits on Liang'an Mountain, seeing that most of the men in Xiushui Village had gone up the mountain to hunt, came to grab grain and livestock from house to house, and even the chaff was scavenged. The only men and boys left in the village were beaten to the point where they could not resist, and watched them grow away.

After a few days, there were sighs everywhere in the village, and there was no rice to cook. In the past, there were wild vegetables to eat, but now in winter, not to mention wild vegetables, the bark is gone.

Mo Yao clutched his growling belly, looking forward to his father and their coming back soon. Strange to say, usually the hunting party only stays in the mountains for a month at most. But this time, they didn't come back. Mo Yao couldn't help but worry, but don't let anything happen. As soon as he thought so, he muttered a few words and said that he was a crow.

"A few sisters in Yao, a few sisters in Yao, a few people have gone to Xiangmei's house." A little fat man pushed open the fence and ran in, shouting as he ran.

Mo Yao looked at Lu Yuchen, who was still panting, startled, and immediately said, "Call them and leave!" ”

The Yan family had no choice, in order to let the younger brother Hu Aji, who was born less than three months ago, have a mouthful of rice soup to drink and not starve to death, so they had to tearfully sell their six-year-old daughter Yan Xianger for a few money to buy rice.

Yan Xiang'er was sensible early, knew the situation at home, didn't refute a word, respectfully kowtowed to her mother Tian Xiaojuan three times, and then followed Ren Yazi to leave the village. When she passed the osmanthus tree at the entrance of the village, she couldn't help but look back, only to see her mother kneeling on the ground with her younger brother in her arms, hysterically shouting Xiang'er, sorry.