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"Quick, quick, quick, Yuan Wang is giving out porridge again."

In the year of famine, this news spread throughout Wutong Town before dawn.

The deserted street suddenly surged with people. There were men, women, old and young, big and small, all holding a rice bowl. They must be extremely hungry, and they rushed up desperately. The ones who were trampled were inevitably heard, and the cries of babies,

One after another.

"queue."

Coach Lin was also there, invited by Wang Yuanwai to suppress the situation.

If everyone swarms forward like this, it won't turn into a pot of porridge. If there are those desperate people who plunge headlong into the pot, it's not impossible.

This is all based on experience.

The Wang family had given out porridge more than once, and had caused deaths more than once.

Coach Lin did a very professional job in handling the situation.

He is good at martial arts, and his scoldings are quite intimidating.

In fact, he didn't want to do this. There were really too many victims and limited food. Only by being organized could more people receive a bowl of hot soup.

Why!

Wang Yuan was still there, but he kept sighing.

When he traveled far before, he went in search of food.

However, in the year of drought, there was no harvest for a radius of 800 miles.

There may be food in big and prosperous towns, but the distance is far. Even if food can be found, it may not be transported back because there are too many robbers blocking the way.

More than a dozen pots of porridge and rice were quickly divided.

Looking at the hopeful eyes of the victims, Mr. Wang hesitated to speak.

When he arrived, he turned around cruelly.

Although giving porridge is a good deed, it treats the symptoms rather than the root cause.

The Wang family is rich, but they can't afford to carry food out every two days. It's okay once or twice, but as time goes by, his entire family will also starve.

Coach Lin also left, his eyes dim and dull.

Giving porridge to rich people is not a long-term solution.

If we want to survive this disaster, we need some rain.

Hungry.

I was so hungry that I ate everything.

Even if I'm very hungry, I'll do anything.

For example, robbery.

On a dark and windy night, a fire broke out in a part of the town.

It was Sun's rich man's house who was attacked by robbers in the middle of the night. A lot of property was lost and a lot of food was robbed. The gangsters were ruthless and set a fire before leaving.

From that day on, Wutong Town seemed to have turned into a big stage.

The looting of homes and houses became a big drama, performed every now and then. The people's customs were originally simple, but a famine turned them into chaos.

"Mother!"

In remote areas, there are more and more voices crying.

In an era when there is no food, there will always be people who cannot hold on and fall first.

Most of them were old people, who had seen through life and death. They took advantage of the silence of the night to go to the barren mountains and ridges, and went on the road together to save the burden on the children.

There are also many people fleeing the famine, most of them bringing their families with them.

Some didn't leave, sitting in the courtyard quietly in a daze.

He should not see any hope of living, but instead he is indifferent.

If you want to die, die at home.

"You're such a bastard, you're blind."

"After collecting so much incense, it's fucking raining on you!"

I don’t know where Ye Banxian begged for half a bowl of wine. He drank so much that he got very drunk. He blocked the door of the temple early in the morning and was staggering with curses. Or maybe he was so hungry that he couldn’t stand evenly and couldn’t even eat.

He doesn't care about the remaining dignity.

night.

The lights in Zhao's courtyard were dim and there was no sound of forging iron.

He didn't have enough to eat. Who had the spare money to ask him to strike? Even if he had, he didn't have the energy to do it. He was so dizzy from hunger that he hit the hammer and missed it.

, his left hand was broken, and he was no different from a disabled person.

"Dad, it's time to eat."

Zhao Yun brought two bowls of vegetable soup to the table.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is a vegetable soup, but there are not many vegetable leaves, and that it is a clear soup with little water.

"You eat, dad is not hungry." The old blacksmith smiled gently.

"I'm not hungry either." Zhao Yun buried his head with tears in his eyes.

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After a few words, the two men fell silent, and the small courtyard became eerily quiet.

Despair, not only in the dark night, but also flooded their mood.

It wasn't until the sound of wailing was heard outside the door that the two of them got up subconsciously.

When I went out and took a look, I realized that it was Uncle Niu's house, and there was someone crying loudly.

Another person starved to death. It was Uncle Niu, who was skinny and bones, and died with his eyes open.

"Kid, don't look."

The blacksmith stretched out his hand and covered Zhao Yun's eyes.

And he, after taking a look at Uncle Niu, looked outside the town.

It's time for him, an old man, to go on the road. Leave more food for the baby, maybe he can live a few more days.

In today's private schools, there are no old scholars, and female teachers teach instead.

There are not many students in the private school today. Counting Zhao Yun, there are only six or seven people in the entire school, and all of them are sallow and thin. Even the junior officials are a bit thinner than before.

There is also a female gentleman, who is originally a pretty girl, but at this moment, her face is also very haggard, not only her appearance is black, but she also hides a hint of illness.

"Today is the last class."

Although she was extremely reluctant, the female gentleman still said these words.

Grandpa is old and seriously ill in bed, so she has no time to teach.

Down the hall, Zhao Yun and the others were all sitting upright.

It can be seen that they all cherish it very much. Even if they are hungry and panicking, they are still in high spirits.

That is the desire for literature.

However, time

is short-lived.

The last class ended quietly with the children still unfinished.

"Zilong."

"Grandpa wants to see you."

At the door of the private school, the female teacher called out to Zhao Yun.

It's still that quiet alley.

The two of them walked in tandem, but were speechless all the way.

Zhao Yun is smart and a sensible child, and he has already guessed something.

The famine was raging, and many people in the town had starved to death. The amiable old gentleman probably also fell.
To be continued...