"Mother!" The boy's heart-rending howl pierced the silent night sky.

In the dilapidated mud house, the occasional wind blows, blowing the strips of cloth inside. A scrawny middle-aged woman lay on the earthen kang, and an equally scrawny teenager knelt underneath. This wail came from within him.

After years of famine, even the grass roots in this land have been stripped away, and there is nothing else to eat. For the sake of the young man below, the women on the kang gave him almost all the food, and themselves, when they were hungry, could only pick up some loess to eat. Finally, she didn't even have the strength to pick up the loess, and fell on the clay kang.

The boy walked with some friends in the village for a long time, and finally found some grassroots.

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