The sky was just dawning, and Qin Liu, a peasant woman with patched clothes, was preparing to go out.

"Auntie, you, will you come back?"

Behind him came the little boy's timid question.

Qin Liu stopped and turned around, in the courtyard where the bloody qi had not yet dissipated, in front of a few remaining thatched-roof mud houses, a five-year-old boy stepped barefoot on the frosty mud and wiped his yellow-green snot with his dirty sleeves.

Qin Liu comforted the little boy and said, "Da Lang, when there are outsiders, remember to change your name to your mother." My mother will come back when she goes to the town to see it. You take good care of Grandpa and Jiro at home. ”

Da Lang nodded obediently, because of malnutrition, he had a big head on his body like a stick, which made people worry to watch.

The peasant woman glanced at the thatched huts in the courtyard, helped the dilapidated courtyard gate, and continued to walk down the street.

The poor and dilapidated thatched house behind her is where she lives now, and she has a crippled father-in-law, a cheap son, and a own son to raise.

The rice jar at home was empty, and she had to go out to find a way to live.

The ruined streets were lined with burnt-damaged ruins, and the ashes that drifted in the air silently told of the terrible fires that had been raging a few days ago.

Occasionally, a few wounded, dull-faced pedestrians passed by in the streets, holding in their hands objects that could still be used, such as shovels and hoes, picked up from the burned ruins.

There was an unkempt man named Hanako who held half a piece of black and swarthy head in his hand, gobbling it up as he went, staring at the pedestrians who approached him with defensive eyes, for fear that the pedestrians would rob him of the head of the nest.

Qin Liu didn't have the heart to curse the steppe Tartar soldiers who did all kinds of evil, burning, killing and robbing all kinds of evil, because there was like a fire burning in her stomach. The half of the nest in Hanako's hand was so hungry that Liu'er's stomach twisted violently, and she had to cover her stomach in pain.

It's just—so hungry!

She was flustered and weak, her steps were vain, and she raised her trembling hand to her mouth, wanting to lick and nibble.

The further you go, the more pedestrians there are. There was a shout: "The government opens a warehouse for relief!" Come and get the porridge! ”

A tempting aroma of porridge wafted from the cold air, which made her stomach twist again.

Qin Liu trotted a few steps, and sure enough, there was a long queue in front of him, and people in various colors with patches of clothes were holding pottery bowls and waiting to receive the relief porridge.

She quickly turned and ran back.

Gotta find a big bowl and come over to get the porridge!

Panting and running back to the courtyard, she leaned against the courtyard door and gasped for a few breaths before struggling into the house to get a few pottery bowls.

Seeing the crippled father-in-law Li Laohan lying on the bed in the east room on the side, Erlang who was crying at four or five months old, and the five-year-old Dalang, she said: "Dad, you look at Erlang, Dalang and I will go to get relief porridge." ”

Old Man Li's cloudy old eyes showed a glint of joy: "The government has distributed relief porridge?!" Go, go, go! ”

As he spoke, he slapped Li Dalang's little buttocks, urging him to hurry up.

The mother and son, one older and one younger, lined up for half an hour, and finally received two bowls of gruel, and cautiously walked back with the pottery bowls.

Li Dalang snorted the yellow snot and said excitedly: "Auntie, you are so smart, you said that there are still crippled old people and children who can just walk at home, and the uncle who served the porridge scooped us two large spoons of rice grains under the pot!" ”

Qin Liu's eyes were slightly gloomy. She is an adult after all, how can she not see the amazement of the strong man with porridge on her appearance.

She ripped her headscarf to hide her face more.

"Da Lang, you forgot, you want to call my mother outside, don't make a mistake."

"Oh, good." Da Lang bowed his head sadly.

A few days after his own mother died, he had to call someone else to be his mother. This is really sad in my heart!

There are two large bowls of gruel, and one person can't eat enough when he opens up, not to mention that one old man and one small one have three mouths. Erlang is too young to drink porridge.

Even so, Li Laohan shrewdly instructed: "Eat half of the porridge and leave half for the afternoon." ”

Qin Liu Yiyan put the rest of the porridge on the stove and buckled it with a pottery bowl, frowning and thinking about the next livelihood. The government's relief porridge is only available for half a day, and it is only for a few days. The problem of hunger still has to be solved by yourself.

A few days ago, the Tartars had just come to burn and loot, and the townspeople had either been killed or taken away as slaves.

Because of the remote location of their family, apart from the death of a person, the winter grain and a few sheep were robbed, but there were no other major losses.

At least a few thatched-roof mud houses remain, so that the cold winter is approaching, and the family, old and young, sick and disabled, have nowhere to live.

Qin Liu told Da Lang to take care of his home, and he went out again.

This time she was holding a small silver horn in her hand.

There was a rice shop on the street that was still open, and she had to change her rations.

When his stomach is full, he has the strength and heart to manage the family's livelihood in this bitter cold border town, and the dying Erlang can live.

The rice shop was seriously affected this time, and the gatehouse signs were dropped, and there were traces of being robbed. However, if you can stick to business, you can be regarded as a conscientious business.

Someone in front of the rice shop complained: "Why did the price of rice suddenly rise so much?!" Why are your merchants' hearts so black! ”

The owner of the rice shop explained embarrassedly: "I'm really sorry. It's just that our rice shop was seriously affected, and the grain was urgently transported from the capital, and the cost was already high. ”

Qin Liuli watched quietly for a while, and found that everyone basically bought one or two catties of brown rice.

She put the silver horn in her hand back into her pocket, took out the smallest silver horn and handed it to the owner of the rice shop, the boss weighed it, and said that she could buy ten catties of brown rice and five catties of white rice.

Qin Liu did not hesitate to choose five catties of white rice, the amount was not so conspicuous, and the porridge cooked was not too difficult to swallow.

She couldn't get milk at all by drinking water for the past two days, Erlang couldn't eat enough, and he cried so low that he had no strength, and Erlang couldn't support him if he continued like this.

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On the way home with Mi in her arms, she let out a long sigh.

She, a 21st century geology university teacher, actually traveled to ancient times! When I woke up, I was being chased and killed, my head was in severe pain, and I was still holding a four or five-month-old child in my arms!

The faithful grandmother took her away from the carriage and went on the mountain path, and rented an ox cart in the village, and told her to change her satin garments into coarse cloth with patches, and go in the opposite direction. The driver of the ox cart on the way got into a bad mood, intending to kill him for money, and finally the coachman and his mother fell off the cliff and died.

Qin Liu buried the coachman and his grandmother, and touched some broken silver and a few pieces of gilt jewelry from them.

Qin Liu only realized how bad his situation was at this moment!

From Mama's words, she probably knew that the body she wore was a young lady from a big official's family, who gave birth to a child by fornication, and was not allowed to be in the family, and was also remembered by the enemy, and Mama wanted to go to Shaanxi to find a relative of her surnamed Yang.

As for what kind of official her mother's family is, who the child's father is, and who the relatives she wants to go to, she doesn't know at all!

When the monster crossed over, the original body's head was hit, and its memory was affected.

Qin Liu looked at the surrounding mountains, and then looked at the little baby sleeping in his arms, holding his forehead depressedly.

In ancient times, when the reputation was greater than the sky, there was only one result of the official eunuch's woman's fornication with others: being sunk by the family. The original body is going to go to her relatives, and it is likely that the family wants to kill her to save the family's reputation.

How could she be so unlucky and cross into such an unlucky identity?

However, after being depressed for a while, Qin Liu quickly accepted the reality. In modern society, cases of unmarried pregnancies emerge one after another, and it is not surprising.

The little baby in my arms is white and chubby, and the glutinous rice balls are very cute. The eyes are round and shiny, like two clear and translucent black gemstones.

The little baby waved his little fat hand and smiled at Qin Liu a few times, and Qin Liu was defeated, and the mother's love was overflowing, so that the clothes on his chest were wet - milk overflowed automatically.

Well, this original body is still a breastfeeding mother.

Qin Liu used to be a backpacker, and he could endure hardships and tiredness. No matter how difficult the environment is, it is not unprecedented, and the difficulties have not defeated her, but can stimulate her survival and fighting spirit even more.

Isn't it just that you are unmarried and pregnant, and your mother's family does not tolerate it, isn't it just that you have a little cub to support?

We Qin Liu have drilled through the deep mountains and old forests, will we be afraid of this little difficulty?

The sky lived up to his wishes, and after walking out of the mountain with one foot deep and one foot shallow, Qin Liu met a peasant woman herding sheep. She begged the peasant woman to sell her some goat's milk to feed her children.

But the peasant woman asked her if she had a guide, her household registration, where she was from, and what her husband's surname was.

Seeing Qin Liu standing in place dumbfounded, the peasant woman still kindly took her home: "The government has issued an order that no one without household registration status shall be taken in, but you are a woman's family, and you also bring a milk doll, so I will make an exception to ......."

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After buying rice and going home, Qin Liu immediately cooked a large pot of sticky white rice porridge, which made the family full of snacks.

Li Laohan sucked the hot and fragrant rice porridge, and secretly sighed: This girl is a kind-hearted person, and she didn't leave the child and leave. She is a young girl, and she sells herself to work as a maid in a large family, which is estimated to be better than suffering here. It's just that I'm not so good at living a budget-conscious life. It doesn't matter, the old man is experienced, let's teach her slowly.

What a luxury this white rice porridge is! If you switch to brown rice, the whole family can eat for several more days!

She has the money to buy rice, and it seems that she has some wealth.

After drinking the porridge, he looked at Qin Liu, who was busy in and out, with complicated eyes, and still didn't say anything after all. What is called eating people with a short mouth, this is it!

Qin Liu pretended not to see Li Laohan's kind but speechless gaze, went to the Westinghouse to feed Erlang, and then began to wash the dishes and scrub the stove.

is to live together and take what she needs, and she prefers to live according to her own ideas. At present, it is the top priority for her to feed Erlang when she is full of food and drink, although the brown rice porridge is full, it is not nutritious, and she can't milk at all.

Li Laohan and Li Dalang are skinny and skinny. I can't just drink white rice porridge for myself and brown rice porridge for them, right?

After the Tartar rebellion, Li Laohan's family is now the only disabled old man with a broken leg and a five-year-old grandson who lives on each other, relying on a few thatched-roof mud houses. The family is surrounded by four walls, the rice jar is empty, if there is no one to help, the grandfather and grandson will definitely not survive this winter.

And she, with her own son, fled incognito and passed through here, not only lacking identity, but also lacking a place to stay.

A few days ago, Liu Liu'er, the daughter-in-law of Li Laohan, met Qin Liu, who was covered in mud and holding a baby by the river at dusk, and was moved by compassion, took their mother and son home and placed them in the firewood house in the backyard, and sold her a few bowls of goat's milk.

Qin Liu finally fed the little baby. In the past few days, she has not eaten enough, and she has not produced much milk.

That night, the Tartar cavalry attacked the town of Shabaozi, burned, killed and looted, did all kinds of evil, robbed the Li family of grain and a few sheep, and hacked Liu Liu'er, who stepped forward to theorize, with a knife.