How could he not know what these people were up to. Gu Jingzhao was kind enough to save people, but some people didn't know what to do and wanted to split him into his bones.

His tone was very light, and after saying this, he passed through the crowd and continued to knock on the door of the next house.

Several people on the field looked at each other, no one knew the origin of A-Ning, only heard that it was Gu Jingzhao's child who picked up from the river. But looking at it like this, it is by no means a soft persimmon that is easy to bully.

I thought that since Gu Jingzhao wanted to be the big boss, it was no wonder that they were blackmailing from it, but I didn't expect that this little ghost beside him was a ruthless character. A few people saw that there was no play, and they scattered like birds and beasts.

——

After An Feng returned home, An Zhiping hurriedly ran out of the kitchen, with two steamed millet sticks hanging from his mouth.

"Daddy...... Dad, why are you back? ”

An Feng was full of troubles, and when he came back, he saw that his unsuccessful cub was stealing food, and he was furious.

"Tell you to steal it! Tell you to steal it! You don't know how much food is left in the house? You have eaten all the food, do you want to starve Lao Tzu to death, or do you want to starve your wife to death? ”

He grabbed An Zhiping, took off his straw sandals, and hit his fleshy ass a few times. An Zhiping burst into tears. "I was wrong, Dad...... Stop fighting, I'm ...... I know wrong. I don't dare steal ......."

An Zhiping cried loudly, alarming his wife who was weaving in the house. The woman was slender and thin, her eyebrows and eyes were very soft, she ran out crying and hugged An Zhiping behind her.

"If you want to beat him, kill me first!" She is left with An Zhiping, the only son, who has been spoiled since she was a child, and she is reluctant to let him suffer any grievances.

An Feng also couldn't bear it, but he was angry just now, so he made a move.

Since his eldest son followed Dawu, he didn't know a letter from home for several years. I only heard that the eldest son had a long face in front of the big witch, so he had the opportunity to take charge of more than 100 households in Xiaxi and became a small township head.

But now......

"Ugh." An Feng let out another long sigh.

Seeing this, the daughter-in-law asked, "What's wrong with you?" As he spoke, he glanced at An Zhiping.

Little Fat Dun immediately understood what the old lady meant, slipped out of his father's arms, opened the door and ran out.

An Feng sighed and took out a token from his body, "I'm about to pay tribute grain, but where can I get this grain this year, how can I fix it if I can't pay it?" ”

On the fifteenth day of every month, the Great Witch would send priests to each village to collect tribute grain, and if they could not pay the tribute, they would have to hand over people to do hard labor, and each family had to pay one person, but these people who were handed over to do hard labor left the village and never returned.

His family is thin, and if An Zhiping is handed over again this time, his two sons will follow Dawu...... An Feng felt distressed just thinking about this.

He let out another long sigh.

"Why don't you ask the patriarch, if there is still food in Shangxi, we will share some of it. You said that every day of the day, even people will starve to death, and they will have to pay tribute. I don't know what this witch is......"

Before he finished speaking, he was covered by An Feng's mouth, "You mother-in-law talk nonsense again, beware of being punished by heaven!" Let you have sores in your mouth and rotten tongue! ”

The woman was also taken aback when she heard this, and hurriedly recited a few words of prayer, but she didn't dare to talk nonsense.

After being silent for a while, she said cautiously: "I heard that the restaurant at the mouth of our village is the Shang Shiji of Gu Jingzhao's family, and then he asks someone to eat for free, do you ask someone to see if he still has food there?" ”

An Feng snorted disdainfully: "He is an outsider, and he doesn't have a piece of land, where does he get the grain." I'm afraid that the fake mouth is coaxing people to do experiments again. ”

He got up and shook his head, "I'll go to the ancestral hall, you can cook less for dinner, our family doesn't have much food, don't have a meal of steamed corn, just get me a bowl of wild vegetable soup." ”

The woman nodded in reply.

——

Shang Shi Ji is at the forefront of the village, this village is built along the Anxi, the stream S-shaped through, the village is also built in a zigzag shape, from a distance it looks like a swimming snake.

Minyue is still a snake, the architectural layout of the village adapts to the saying of "swimming dragons and snakes", and the feng shui flows up, which will bring blessings to the entire village.

A-Ning walked along the main road of the village, and the few households at the head of the village were the big ones in the village, and they were not interested in Shangshiji, so they walked to the middle section, and after the ancestral hall, the second half lived in some poor families.

Some of the houses that Aning knocked on were already empty, and there was a white cloth hanging on the door, which should mean that all the people in the family had died in the epidemic and barrenness.

When A-Ning passed by an empty house again, he couldn't help frowning, this was already the thirtieth empty house. This time the locust plague is so serious, if you have not personally walked through it, you may never be able to appreciate the whimpering sound of this kind of wind blowing through the empty houses, and the purgatory on earth is nothing more than that.

In the back room, a faint voice came from the room: "Who? ”

A Ning said: "Gu Jingzhao invited you to Shang Shiji for dinner." ”

A small crack opened in the door, and a man poked his head out of the gap, and he looked at Aning warily.

A-Ning said again: "Shang Shi Ji provides food for free, if you are hungry, you can go to Shang Shi Ji to eat." ”

As soon as A-Ning said this, he paused slightly, he seemed to smell the smell of meat, and the ding in the courtyard was boiling hot, and the smell of meat wafted from there.

There is still meat in this house?

The moment Ah Ning hesitated, the expression on the man's face changed, he was obviously stunned for a moment, and glanced at A Ning with a painful smile, which turned into an accusation with a heavy anger: "Who cares about your charity!" ”

- Bang.

The door was slammed shut.

This reaction was really weird, A-Ning thought about it and went around to the back of the house, climbed onto the roof, he saw that the man was scooping meat out of that mouth, but that scene became the most terrifying scene in his life-

He saw with his own eyes that what the man had fished out of the tripod was a piece of arm, a whole section of a child's arm.

Almost after a long time, Aning came down from the roof and continued to walk towards the tail of the stockade, he no longer knocked on the door from house to house, he was already sure that no one would go to Shang Shi Ji to eat.

Gu Jingzhao was wrong, he wanted to save people, but he couldn't save anyone.

A-Ning walked through the last house, a small thatched house stood in the scorching September sun, the wind blew the thatch on the roof indiscriminately, and an old woman sat in front of the house.

From a distance, A-Ning couldn't see the expression on the woman's face clearly. What does she seem to be waiting for, waiting for a heavy rain? Waiting for the salvation of the Great Witch?

A-Ning hesitated for a moment and walked towards her, whatever it was, but A-Ning knew that she needed someone to give her a bowl of vegetable soup. Suddenly, an old man came to him and grabbed A-Ning, but his withered hands had no strength, and he could only stand weakly half-leaning on A-Ning. "Did you just say you had food? Free food? ”