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It's an abandoned land, with blood-red skies, vast wilderness, sparse inhabitants, dilapidated camps, and numb crowds, all of which reveal a deep decadence, and the only thing that sets it apart is that it is more abundant in the Overworld.

A small, thin, thin, ragged girl of seven or eight years old, with hair like withered grass, carried a large water basket disproportionate to her body, and walked through the mess of tents with broken steps, occasionally keeping an eye out for the malicious gaze of a few hungry wild dogs not far away.

Her name is Xi Mulan, a bitter child who grew up in her hometown, because her parents died, she grew up in her uncle's house since she was a child, which is a very common thing in this place, famine and war, many people died in natural and man-made disasters, and the children left behind can only live in the homes of poor relatives who are not rich.

Her name is very good, but her parents are both illiterate and low-level poor people, and the reason why they are called Mulan is simply because the place where they live is called the Mulan tribe, where you can shout everywhere casually, and there are several children named Mulan looking at you.

My uncle's family is also very poor, and there are several children to support, so Xi Mulan, who is seven or eight years old, is already able to do all the work that most children can do at this age, she has no complaints, and she is already very satisfied to have a bite to eat, and most of the children around her have grown up like this, she is no different from them.

Approaching her uncle's dirty tent, Mulan struggled to unload the water basket from her shoulder, and then poured it into a large iron pot outside the tent.

It didn't take much effort for the second child of her uncle's family, a little boy of the same age as her, the same dark and thin, and the same ragged, came over with a bundle of firewood on his back, with blood marks on his face from thorns, and a firewood knife full of crumbles in his hand.

The two children stacked the firewood, set up an iron pot, lit a fire, and then took out half a bag of barley from the tent, carefully poured a few taels into it and stopped immediately, for fear that if they poured too much, there would be no rations for tomorrow.

After the water boiled, the faint smell of food wafted out, and two younger children, three or four years old, came out of the tent, all gathered around the iron pot in an orderly manner, as if watching Mulan stir the soup porridge that was so thin.

The boy took out a small bundle of hay from the tent, which was not hay, but wild vegetables, and put it in until the porridge was completely boiled, so as to fill the food that could only call for water.

But they were not in a hurry, the four children, big and small, kept staring into the distance to reveal their thoughts, they were waiting, waiting for their father, waiting for their uncle's tall figure to appear, because if they were lucky, the head of the family would carry a piece of meat in his hand after the hunt, and that was their happiest moment.

Such expectations will not always come true, going out to hunt is full of dangers, injuries are common, and death is not uncommon, which the two older children have begun to understand, so in addition to anticipation, there is a trace of worry in their eyes, which is very contradictory.

Poor families generally rarely have such messy things as big families, which is very valuable, Mulan's uncle and aunt treat the four children equally, and even take extra care of her because Mulan is the only girl in the family, but this is useless, this family is too poor, so poor that this kind of care is at most just scooping half a spoonful of porridge, and the sensible Mulan will secretly distribute this half spoonful of porridge to the two younger brothers.

My aunt came home first, looking tired, she worked in the tribe for a short time and did odd jobs, laundry, sewing, digging ditches, doing everything, and the heavy physical labor made her look like an old woman of fifty years old before she was thirty, but before going home, she still tried to put a smile on her face, and waved the three breads in her hand ostentatiously, which were a delicacy that children rarely ate.

The children did not disappoint the children as the man approached the tent against a huge piece of meat, and the four children rushed to him with cheers, as well as the other families of the tribe, and a successful hunt would satisfy the small tribe like a festival.

Although poor, although hard, life must go on!

In the tribal people's house, there was no frying and frying in cooking, and the large pieces of meat dripping with blood were cut into the size of a child's fist and thrown into the iron pot, and soon, the smell of meat spread throughout the tribal camp, and every household was overflowing with joyful laughter;

Although such a tribe is small, it will not abandon everyone, and here, people are more important than others.

The woman looked at the excited smiling faces of the children with satisfaction, and turned to her usual taciturn man,

"What kind of beast are you hunting today? You have such a large piece of food, enough to eat for three or five days!"

The man was silent, and the woman who had lived with her for nearly ten years noticed a hint of unusualness in the subtle movements, and she did not continue to ask, because she knew that if she should say it, her husband would definitely say it, otherwise, she would fight alone.

After a while, when the children ran a little farther away to play with other children, they said sullenly:

"We've crossed the Red River!"

The woman was startled, and the wooden spoon stirred in her hand almost fell into the iron pot, and said to this wasteland, the other side of the Hongshui River is another world, if this is hell, there is heaven, not only is the grass and trees abundant, but also the beasts are herds, and those who live on the other side of the river seem to be not in the same world as them, not only rich, but also high and high, so that people can not have a trace of confrontation.

"How did they cross the river, and if this is discovered, will the hunting party come back alive?" the woman's heart was pounding.

"What else? Recently, there have been fewer and fewer beasts on this side, and the camel was found here, but after it was injured, it swam to the other side, and everyone didn't hunt a big beast for three days, and they couldn't give up for a while, so they chased it to the other side, and it is not unruly to say it!"

The man said angrily.

The woman sighed, "That's what I said, but there are immortals on the other side of the river, it's really evil, they are obviously not present in many things, but they can't hide half a point from them, if it's bad luck, come to the door......"

The man stood up suddenly, "I'll talk about it later, you have to eat a full stomach first, the children haven't eaten meat for seven or eight days!"

The woman also stopped talking, the matter had been done, and it was useless to regret it, and when she saw that the porridge was cooked, she changed her smiling face to cover her sadness, and shouted at the children:

"Erpi, Xiaolan, bring your brothers back for dinner!"

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