She was a little tired of walking and wanted to stop.

"Sister, this time Uncle Danan's family and Brother Qiang can't come back."

Xiaodong is still so young, but he already knows that he is separated from life and death.

Shen Qingci paused his fingers, not knowing how to comfort the child.

"Dad and brother are gone, and Xiaodong will be the same in the future."

"That will take a long time," Shen Qingci calculated with Xiaodong's little finger, "Xiaodong is only five years old now, and it will be ten years after he grows up. Maybe in ten years, we will find a new path, and then we won't have to fight for our tribe."

"Really?"

Xiaodong swallowed even more, and was sadly falling golden beans.

"My mother has only Xiaodong, Xiaodong doesn't want to die yet."

Shen Qingci felt inexplicably sad. This is the age of a child. Now he knows life and death. In fact, life and death still have a long time to them. They may not even remember it at this time for a long time.

Just like four years old, she forgot even her mother's appearance in her previous life.

She comforted Xiaodong for a long time, and this was the time to coax the child. It was just right that a friend outside wanted to play with Xiaodong. Xiaodong wiped his tears and ran out as well.

It’s still the boy who doesn’t know the taste of sorrow.

In fact, life and death are still too small and too far for them.

Shen Qingci didn't know the two people who took salt this time, but he just knew that they were an honest farmer. He had met one or two times and remembered that he didn't remember very clearly. He had a smiley face and the sixteen-year-old boy who helped her pick up peach blossoms.

On this day, the whole village went to see them off. After they parted with their relatives, they climbed up the mountain with tears in their eyes.

The rice made by Xiaodong Niang still has no taste, and it is like this without salt. Shen Qingci can see that the worry in Xiaodong Niang's eyes is indeed worried that they will not come back, because if they don't come back, it not only means that they will not eat salt, but also means that Murakami may have two more strong laborers to save his life.

Just like that back then.

The village chief only gave birth to Xiaodong's son. On the salt day that year, he won Xiaodong's father. Xiaodong's father went there decisively, but this year, Xiaodong's father did not come back, so they had to choose two more people.

But it was a bit strange. This time, he drew the lottery and won Xiaodongniang's eldest son. Xiaodongniang was a little too late to cry and blindly. He just now had no husband, and this time his eldest son was going to die again.

But there is no way. The village ancestors have been like this for generations, even the village chief is the same.

Now Xiao Dongniang is just guarding Xiaodong. If something happens to Xiaodong, then for Xiao Dongniang, it will almost cost her life.

Shen Qingci came to the mountain again. She stretched out her hand to touch the stone. The stones were very hard and all of them were stones.

"You are here too."

The village chief came over with a crutch, but it was only a few days. Why, he seemed to have grown older, his beard was white, and he was whiter again.

"Village Chief, can this be dug out?"

Shen Qingci asked the village, so that he would lose two men every year, or a middle-aged man. To be honest, this is almost a catastrophe for the village. If there are fewer young and strong men in the village, then the village will be left with only the elderly, weak, sick and disabled. No wonder, she always feels that there are more women and few men here, just like the village chief’s family, there are not even a strong laborer. The work in the field is done by Xiaodongniang and the village chief. Xiaodongniang is a woman after all, and the village chief is old.

This is true for many people in the village.

It turned out that it was not because of anything else, but because the strong laborers in their family were gone.

The village chief sighed and looked at the stone mountain in front of him. His father and brother, his son, his grandson, and perhaps his descendants were all going to die because of this mountain. Is this the punishment God has given to them to avoid the war?

"We tried," the village chief said, and his fingers were also placed on these stones, stroking them one by one, and touching them one by one, just like touching the heroic spirits of those dead relatives.

"We have thought that Yugong moved the mountain. Even if he was digging one piece a day, he wouldn't do it for a year, he wouldn't do it for two years, he wouldn't do it for two years, he wouldn't do it for ten years, and he wouldn't do it for ten years, and he wouldn't have a hundred years or a thousand years. However, the stones here are very hard, and if you rely solely on manpower, you wouldn't be able to dig a piece at all."

Yes, how could they have never thought about digging the mountain? If they could dig it, they would have already been digging it, and they would not have waited until now. That is, because the ancestors wanted to dig the mountain that year, the men, women, young and old in the village came and tried their best to do their best. The land was deserted and the food was not collected, but they did not dig out half of the stone. That year, they were not covered in clothes and had no food, and many people starved to death. Now, this mountain has become a demon to them. A demon who can take the lives of the whole village.

Shen Qingci turned around again and pressed his face on the stone mountain. She closed her eyes, not knowing what she was feeling or listening to?

Those who got the lottery came back after the tenth day. The sixteen-year-old boy was carrying a few bags of salt on his back, and his clothes were torn and almost all of them were fine skinless.

His family hugged him and cried loudly, but the middle-aged man in his forties did not come back.

Even Shen Qingci's outsider felt this kind of despair.

That night they finally had the food with salt, but when the food was eaten, Shen Qingci couldn't help but feel his stomach reversal. He stood up, covered his chest, ran out, and even vomited all the food he had just eaten, and even the yellow gallbladder water was spit out.

"Girl, what's wrong with you?"

Xiaodongniang hurriedly followed her and thought Shen Qingci was uncomfortable? Why did she vomit?

Shen Qingci stood up straight, and suddenly a tear rolled out from the corner of his eyes that he didn't know.

"Sister-in-law, I don't want to eat salt. I feel it was delicious before."

Xiao Dongniang thought of something and covered her face and started crying.

She cried her husband and her eldest son, and she might be her younger son in the future.

Shen Qingci really found that she couldn't eat salt, she couldn't eat salty food, she would vomit as soon as she ate salty food, because she would remember that this salt was exchanged for the flesh and blood of the villagers.

What she ate was not salt at all, but their blood, their flesh, their bodies.

If they don’t eat salt, they won’t die. If they don’t eat salt, there will not be so many people going to such dangerous places to exchange their lives for salt. If they don’t eat salt, there will be many people living.
Chapter completed!