[Two years ago, on the stone wall, in a small rock crevice that could barely shelter from the wind and rain.

The old man, who was already hungry and dizzy, grabbed a handful of dry straw under his buttocks, handed over the opportunity to make a choice to everyone, and said weakly:

"Let's draw lots."

"We have a total of twenty-two people, and there are four missing on the road, and now there are eighteen lots, seventeen long, one short, whoever has a long lot, who lives."

"The dead brother, home

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