Nie Li smiled and asked Liu Manchu to sit down: "Sit down, sit down." ”

"Come, tell me, how are life in your village?"

Liu Manchu didn't think about it, and said on the spot: "Okay! It's much better than before, and I haven't heard of anyone who is hungry and can't afford to eat in recent years. ”

Nie Li glanced at him dissatisfied: "To be honest, what a good method, you have been a soldier and have been to many places, to tell the truth." ”

Hearing this, Liu Manchu lowered his head.

smiled bitterly: "Mr. Nie, if it is compared with before, it is really much better, at least every household can eat, it's just a matter of eating well." But there is still a gap compared with other brother provinces outside the border. ”

The gap, this gap, can be said.

Nie Li couldn't hear it.

sighed: "I'm sorry for you." ”

Liu Manchu felt that the atmosphere was a little gloomy, and hurriedly smiled: "What's the bitterness, it's not bitter at all, we have a weak foundation here, except that the yellow earth is the yellow earth, after planting food, you have to look at the sky to eat, and now you can eat enough, it's good." ”

"Do you know why I followed your team in the first place?"

Nie Li listened attentively.

Liu Manchu fell into reminiscences: "I couldn't afford to eat back then, the warlords levied grain eight times a year, and the taxes were received for decades, and I couldn't live at all, there were people fleeing the famine everywhere, and I happened to be sick that year, and my father and mother sold them to my sister in order to make me live, in exchange for a bowl of meat, and they also fooled me at the time and said that my sister was happy." ”

But then I realized that where the happiness was, it was exchanged with others.

Speaking of this, Liu Manchu was already in tears.

The second sister on the side looked at this village chief, who was twenty-four or five, and felt very uncomfortable.

He took out his handkerchief and said softly, "Xiao Liu, wipe it." ”

Liu Manchu hurriedly refused: "Mr. Qiu Yan, no, no." ”

But the second sister still handed it over, so he couldn't refuse.

Liu Manchu cherished the handkerchief in his hand, wiped his tears and snot with his sleeve, and barely squeezed out a smile: "Since then, I have thought, when will this ghost world end, my sister was only six years old that year." ”

"It didn't take long for my father and mother to be gone, I ran to Guanwai, I heard that Guanwai could be full, and then I followed Ma Shuai for so many years. From a little ghost to a veteran, but I'm happy because I see hope in our troops. ”

"The hope of ending this world, sure enough, I guessed right, although it has not been long since you prepared the mountains and rivers, you don't know how great you are, and now there are really no starving people in this village."

"So, life is really getting better."

Nie Li silently didn't say anything, he got better, this sentence made him feel ashamed, did he cheer up if he didn't starve to death? It used to be a really bad time.

What a simple people.

At the same time, I firmly believe in my decision to end the battle.

patted Liu Manchu's shoulder: "Xiao Liu, it's not enough to just eat enough, let's eat well!" ”

"In my vision, one day everyone can eat well, eat meat, even if it is wasted, I am happy."

"Xiao Liu, you tell the truth today, do you think it's okay to eat enough? What do you think you're lacking here? Because what kind of grain doesn't grow? ”

In fact, Nie Li had the answer in his heart, and he just wanted to confirm it.

Xiao Liu wiped his tears and thought about it seriously: "Lack of water!" A well is used by people for hundreds of miles, barely enough to drink, when there is a lot of rain, it is OK, and most of the crops can be saved, but in drought years, people are almost unable to drink water, how can there be a surplus for crops. ”

"Also, the land is barren. There are no factories, there are no other means to make a living, and now you can eat enough because you were tax-free in previous years, otherwise where would you be full. ”

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