"Eat...... Food. ”

The sun is scorching.

It was a ragged woman, her face covered in mud and dust, her bony body exposed in her tattered clothes, and her arms so thin that only a layer of skin was left hanging on the outside. She lay weakly on the official road, the carriages galloping on this road, and the people walking with their heads down, as if they couldn't see this woman.

The woman had a child in her arms, the child's face was pale, his mouth was slightly open, and he opened and closed only a small amount, he was very hungry, but he was so hungry that he didn't even have the strength to cry, and the child, who was only a few months old, seemed to have figured out a little, even if his mother was sometimes able to find him something to eat, and when he got something, he couldn't cry, cry, and he was hungry as soon as he could.

So the child is now quiet like a dead man.

The woman seemed to be able to only murmur these two words, her voice was also weak, she didn't know whether anyone could hear her voice, they didn't stop, they looked weak, but at least they still had the strength, with their life savings, slowly walking in the direction away from home.

The woman could not climb any longer, and she looked up at the pale sun in the sky, and wrapped her head in her own little garment, and the mere movement made her breathless, and she had to keep crawling, and she was going to crawl out of this place.

Even if she climbed, no matter how tired she was, she still held the child in her arms and did not touch the cracked official land.

Yunzhou is over.

But at this moment, a luxurious carriage, inclined to a woman crawling, passers-by bowed their heads and walked in the opposite direction, slowly moving, the carriage is covered with tall horses, the carriage is inlaid with jewels, the people on the official road are still bowing their heads and walking forward, because these jewels are jade, gold-edged and silver-wrapped, in their eyes are not as valuable as a steamed bun.

An octagonal bell hung from the carriage, tinkling slowly but long.

It stopped, in front of the woman.

Even the woman couldn't figure out why the carriage had stopped in front of her. There was a woman in a pale green dress who got out of the car, she didn't apply powder, but she had a green hosta pinned to her head, but she looked very good-looking, her eyes were smart, and one of her biggest features might be that she actually had a pair of slender legs, because although she was wearing a skirt, she was very tall, almost the same as the tall horse, and most importantly, she didn't look like she was hungry at all.

This alone makes everyone on her official road different.

"This aunt. The woman spoke, and her voice was clear, but the woman could only hear one thing, that is, the woman was not thirsty at all, and her throat was moist, and the woman's own hoarse voice was so low that she did not know whether she had spoken or not.

"Eat ......" There was only one thought in the woman's mind.

"This aunt, my master wants to ask you what's going on in Yunzhou City, or what's going on in this Yunzhou territory. ”

The woman seemed to be unable to hear anything anymore, and all she was talking about was food.

The woman seemed to be listening to something, and then she continued: "Auntie, my master is going to Yunzhou, and I want to find a local guide, whether we want to go together." ”

The woman understood this, and she wanted her to go back to Yunzhou.

She shook her head hurriedly, rattle like a rattle, and almost threw off her dirty hair: "No, no, no going back." The woman shook her head with almost all her strength.

"Auntie, why don't you get in the car and eat something first? The tall woman's words almost stopped the woman's movements, and she heard that food was more important than anything else, if she went back...... Let's go back then.

When the woman got into the carriage, she found that the inside of the carriage was much larger than the outside, and that it was much larger and taller than the little courtyard in which she had lived, and that the roof of the carriage was many miles higher than the eaves of her house.

And the inside of the carriage was also very beautiful, so so beautiful that the woman began to turn her attention to anything other than steamed buns, and she began to consider whether she would stain the carriage.

In the middle of the carriage sat a man, he was very tall, so tall that he could barely fit him in this carriage that was bigger than a woman's house, the man had a big beard, and his head was huge, and the most terrible thing was that this man was sitting, that is to say, the carriage was definitely not high enough when he stood up. The man's eyes seemed to be brass bells, and even the woman felt that he had no eyelids, and he did not need to blink, and looked at the woman intently with a pair of round eyes.

"I'm making porridge. The man's deep voice was very mellow, which made the woman feel relieved, and she was very relaxed, and even gave birth to some strength, and then held the child in her arms, and half sat up. It wasn't until she sat up that she understood what the man had just said.

He's boiling porridge. This caused the woman's eyes to move under the man's massive head.

The man had a pair of slender hands that were very disproportionate to his body, and his fingers were very long, even a little excessive, and then in his hands he was fiddling with a small stove and a small copper kettle, which should be porridge.

The woman had never seen porridge cooked in a copper kettle, but she didn't mind, as if from the moment the man said the words to boil porridge, she remembered her hunger, and then when she saw the copper kettle, she began to shed saliva, which was an instinctive reaction, and the child in her arms, who didn't really understand anything, seemed to be like his mother, looking at the copper kettle intently, he was very thirsty, but his mouth was full of saliva.

The pot in the man's hand was small, and in front of him were several small bowls, a long spoon, and a fan. He gently fanned the fire, thought for a while and said, "Yunzhou disaster, this lady has suffered. ”

Then the man became two bowls of porridge into small bowls, and the tall woman seemed to be a dwarf compared to the man, and she could not stand as well as the man sitting, but she still bowed down and brought two bowls of porridge and gave them to the woman.

This rice porridge looks delicious, each grain of rice is crystal clear, and the woman holds it in her hand, and her hands are a little shaky.

"Do you know what kind of rice this rice is?" The man's voice was still so low, and the woman was very old, but it made her feel as if she was listening to the soft whispers of her father and mother when she was a child, and she wanted to fall asleep.

The man's voice was still so low, as if he was reciting a ballad: "Each person has a bowl of porridge, and the rice grains in the bowl are single and ......."

The woman did not understand, and thought that the man was speaking some words from the book of the saints, and did not think much about it, but she wanted to drink porridge.

She first put a bowl of porridge in her hand down to the child's mouth, and watched the child swallow it little by little, the porridge was not hot, and she touched the temperature of the bowl in advance.

After feeding the child's porridge, she drank another bowl of porridge.

"The singular is ......," the man continued to whisper.

The child had the strength to cry at this time, and the woman had just finished drinking the porridge contentedly, and thought about what kind of reason she should find later, so that the man, who must be a noble person in front of her, would let her get out of the car, and she would show the way at most, and then go away—but her breath was broken, and she no longer breathed.

"Even numbers are dead. The man finally finished his chatter and sighed: "Just throw this kid on the side of the road, he has gone lucky, I haven't had a living person's porridge for a long time, and he won't starve to death after drinking this porridge." ”

The luxurious carriage was moving away, and the octagonal bell was still ringing, long and slow.