When the rainstorm first stopped, Yang Xianfang and his grandmother left Qingshan Town and returned to Yangjia Village. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yangjia Village is located two miles away from Qingshan Town, and Yang Xian's home is at the head of the west village of Yangjia Village.

Pushing open the fence door that was soaked in the rainstorm, Yang Xian helped his grandmother into the thatched house in the yard.

He went to Qingshan Town with his grandmother today with the intention of looking for some work to do, but he never thought that he would catch up with the execution of the prisoner, but in the end he didn't find it, and he almost lost his life.

After the fire was made in the house to dry the clothes, the old woman was old, and she was doused by the torrential rain, and her body trembled vigorously, and she went to bed with Yang Xian's support to rest for a while.

"Xian'er, you must live well!"

The old woman took Yang Xian's hand before going to bed and said softly: "You are the only seedling of our Yang family!"

Yang Xian nodded and said, "I know grandma, don't worry, I will live well." ”

The old woman said, "Don't make trouble like today, you're scared to death grandma! If you really die, what is grandma doing while she is still alive?"

The old woman sighed: "Our villager, the landlord and the robber leader, we can't afford to provoke any of them, if we are not careful, we will cause death, child, don't be so impulsive in the future!"

Yang Xian said: "Not in the future." ”

Watching the old woman fall asleep, Yang Xian stayed alone in the room for a long time.

It wasn't until there was a ringing in my stomach that I came back to my senses.

He walked to the kitchen, scooped half a scoop of cold water and drank it, then spit it out all the water he had drunk because of the sharp pain in his chest.

It wasn't until he leaned against the wall for a moment that the pain eased slightly.

Yang Xian walked to the pottery urn in the kitchen and lifted the lid of the urn, revealing not grain, but tree bark, wild vegetables, and roots.

Now thousands of miles around Yangjia Village, because of the locust plague last year, the crops are almost no harvest, because of the failure of the harvest, the landlords in the village are also afraid that there will be no output in the next year, and dare not lend grain to the farmers, resulting in many farmers in the township starving to death, Yang Xian's parents and relatives died one by one when the green and yellow were not harvested.

Now the hungry farmers began to dig the roots, dig up wild vegetables, and peel the bark to satisfy their hunger, and the urn in front of Yang Xian at this time was the wild vegetable roots he dug up yesterday.

After mashing the bark into powder, and cooking a pot of wild vegetable bark soup with wild vegetables, Yang Xian walked towards the house with a coarse porcelain bowl with an open mouth.

"Grandma, you can eat something. ”

Placing the porcelain bowl on the earthen platform that served as a table in the room, Yang Xian looked at the old woman lying motionless on the bed, "Grandma, you can eat something first." ”

He shouted a few times, but there was no response from the bed.

Yang Xian's face suddenly changed color, he threw himself on the bed and gently pushed the old woman's body, "Grandma, what's wrong with you?"

Start with a piece of ice.

Yang Xian's body stiffened, he slowly stretched out his hand, and probed his finger into the old woman's snort, but there was no breath.

Yang Xian shivered and pushed her body, and found that her body was already stiff.

"Grandma!"

Yang Xian cried loudly.

The long-term hunger and the huge pain of relatives dying one after another have already exhausted the old woman's energy, coupled with today's Yang Xian's experience, coupled with being doused by the torrential rain, many factors combined to make it difficult for the old woman to support it anymore, and she died in bed so silently.

This is the eighth member of the Yang family to die this year.

Now only six-year-old Yang Xian remains.

In less than a year, Yang Xian watched his grandfather, parents, uncle, and aunt die one after another, and his young heart had long been numb.

But now his only relative, his grandmother, who was with him just now, has quietly left the world at this time, even if his heart has long been numb, it is still difficult to accept at this time.

The crying fell in the thatched house all night, and it was not until it was about to dawn that Yang Xian fell asleep slowly by the bed.

In the evening, Yang Xianfang woke up suddenly.

At the moment he just woke up, he thought he was just having a nightmare, but when he woke up, he looked at the motionless old woman on the bed and realized that his grandmother had really died.

He sat there in a daze, looking at the old man's body, it seemed that in the next moment the old man would get up and go to the ground, stretch out his hand, as usual, touch his head with a smile, and kindly call him "Xian'er".

He just stared blankly, like a young clay sculpture of wood, motionless.

His voice was hoarse, his tears had dried up, and the sharp pain in his chest could not suppress the sadness that came from the depths of his soul.

"Why are my family members dying one by one?"

"And those who are high up live so well, so nourishing?"

Yang Xian's chest kept trembling, and blood foam kept flowing out of the corners of his mouth, "Why is this happening?"

He crouched beside the old woman's bed and muttered to himself, his eyes glazed over, and his whole body was like an empty shell without a soul.

It wasn't until the third day that Yang Xianfang came to his senses.

He found a small landowner in the village, found a few notaries, sold his house to him, exchanged some money, bought a thin-skinned coffin, and buried his grandmother in the ancestral grave.

The landlord saw that he was pitiful, and he didn't bully him much, and the money he gave him was not small, and after burying his grandmother, there were still a few strings of big money left.

After crying in front of his family's grave, Yang Xian prepared to leave Yangjia Village.

Now staying in Yangjia Village can only starve to death, if you leave this place, you may have a chance to survive.

The words that the old woman said before she died were firmly remembered by Yang Xian, "Xian'er, you are the only seedling of my Yang family, you must live well!"

Why is he the only one in his Yang family of nine who survived? Isn't it because he is the only seedling in the family?

For the sake of these dead relatives, he can't die easily.

In Qingshan Town, Yang Xian once heard someone say that people in Qingzhou have fled to the south, and he originally wanted to go to the south, but after thinking about it, "So many people go to the south, something will definitely happen, but it is better to go the opposite way and try your luck in the north!"

Different from ordinary fugitives walking on the main road, he specially chose the path to walk, because he knew how to dig wild vegetables, could hunt, could fish, and was alert, and although the places he traveled along the way were hard, he actually survived.

At this time, the entire Qingzhou, thousands of miles around, ten rooms and nine empty, white bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crying for thousands of miles.

When Yang Xian passed by a village, he saw the scene of cannibalism, an old lady put a dead baby in a pot to cook, cook and cry.

This kind of tragedy is all over Qingzhou.

When the hungry people were so hungry that they began to eat their own kind.

Several times, Yang Xian was almost caught and eaten, but fortunately, he was alert and reacted quickly, so he got out.

As a last resort, he began to walk in the mountains and forests, not daring to contact humans again.

In the case of hunger, the same kind is more dangerous than the beast.

Yang Xian always remembered his grandmother's words, "Live!

At the same time, he also wants to see what kind of doggy world this is!

PS: This is the end of the abuse chapter.