flee from famine?Dressed to be vicious, the mother-in-law holds hundreds of billions of supplies!

People living in small towns are not very happy.

But after all, there is food to eat, clothes to wear, and life is still very stable.

"Go inside and have a look, there are still living people inside." The village head lowered his voice, as if there was a piece of iron in his throat, and walked towards the village step by step.

It looks like hell on earth.

There are straw huts burning.

Some people's bones became charred black!

There are also children lying on the ground stretching out their hands to push people who cannot wake up, and there are living women squatting on the ground with messy clothes.

As soon as he got close to the woman, the woman yelled and seemed crazy.

This……

Walking up to a child, he asked, "What's wrong with you here?"

Hearing the question, the child put down the corpse he was holding, and said in a calm and indifferent voice: "Many riders came and killed them all, robbed food and clothes, and even robbed people."

"Those who cannot be snatched will either be killed or threatened." A man came out of the dilapidated house.

He seemed to be limping, looking at the village head and his party, the guard in his eyes gradually faded, and he could tell that these people were not yesterday's rebels.

He said: "Young and middle-aged men in the village were taken away, unmarried girls were taken away, some of the elderly and children were killed, and some of the old took the young to seek refuge with relatives nearby. There are thieves, let those relatives wake up."

The village chief's old eyes turned red.

He knew that the road to escape from famine was not easy.

But I didn't expect it to be so difficult.

At first, I thought that the most was that I had spent all my property, or that I was exhausted from walking. The most difficult thing was to go to the capital, where no one accepted me, and there was no place to live.

Now it seems that if you take a few steps casually, your life may be gone.

"Village Chief, what should we do now? We don't have any food left." The speaker swallowed, his eyes a little dull.

At this time, no one would blame the village head for taking them away from famine.

If not come out of the village.

The current town is their life.

"When the weather gets hot, there is food to eat on the walk, and it will be over after a while." The village chief said, speaking a little slowly.

The cripple in the small town glanced at the village chief, greeted a few children, and pushed them down in front of him: "These are children without father or mother, and they can't survive here, so take them away."

Most people in the village are not too happy.

The days are already so difficult.

These children are still smiling like this. Looking at five or six years old, they eat more, do less work, and talk a lot of nonsense. They have just gone through such a disaster, and their tempers may be distorted.

Who wants to take it!

The lame man smiled wryly: "There is still some grain left in the village, you just take it away, these children... When you get to a bigger city, you can sell the children for some money, and you can live on. There are more choices in the future. Just don’t sell children to unclean places.”

When he said this, the eyes of the villagers changed.

Staring at a few kids.

It is to send food, and to send children.

It's a great deal.

The village chief asked him, "What about you?"

"I walk slowly. If I can't catch up, I won't get involved. This is my home. I have to slowly collect their corpses. Everyone must be buried in the ground after death. Someone needs to take care of the crazy and stupid ones who are not dead. After all. My hometown, if I leave here, I won’t miss it.”

Hearing what the lame man said, the village chief's face flashed with emotion.

Turning to Yan Qing, he asked, "What do you think?"

"Me?" Yan Qing felt that he had no opinion.

Both!

If you want to take a few children with you, just bring them with you. With such a few dolls, you can’t eat a few bites. After all, walking together is eating grass. Who cares whether grass is expensive or cheap.

Yan Qing looked back at her elder sister: "Sister?"

"You decide for yourself." She asked the village chief to bring Yan Qing, in order to cultivate a person who can take care of others for the Yan family.

If she needs to decide everything, then why doesn't she kill the village chief, become the village chief herself, a female village chief, walk in front of the crowd, and feel uncomfortable?

"How much food is there?" Yan Qing asked.

The lame man did not expect such a question.

Think about it carefully: "There are 50 catties of rice in total, and some loose flour, which adds up to [-] catties. Oilcloth and worn-out carts are also useful. By the way, there are leftover eggs."

It was impossible for the chaotic troops who rushed in to search for everything.

They ignore a lot of things.

For example, bacon and eggs placed on the beams.

Such as the precious flour hidden away.

The daily food on the outside is brown rice rough noodles, and there are worthless things.

Yan Qing looked at the things found out one by one, summed up everything, and there were quite a few.

He said: "We helped raise these children. As long as there is still a bite to eat, we will not sell them. If there is no food..."

"You are a good man." The lame man exhaled.

If it really comes to the end of the mountain, if you don't move your mind, if you don't reach that point, you can settle down for the child. In troubled times, how many people would be so kind.

The old village chief smiled, and was very satisfied with Yan Qing's decision. The things they found were enough for them to use for a few days.

If you only take things and do nothing, you are a rascal.

If he only helps to take care of the children without considering the cost, then he is a good guy, and he has to bully him a bit.

Although the village was destroyed, the pots and stoves can still be used.

The village head asked people to cook to fill their stomachs.

Help the lame man bury the dead in the village.

No coffin or mat is needed, just dig a hole, push people inside, bury them inside, and set up a wooden tombstone.

In such an environment, having a tombstone is already a very good treatment.

With the help of the villagers, the burial became much faster.

The tombstones of those whose faces were scorched and whose faces could not be seen clearly were unnamed.

Dabao looked at what happened in front of him indifferently.

He raised his eyes to look at Yan Qingshu: "Does the imperial court not care?"

"The court?" Yan Qingshu smiled, if the officials in the court knew about the situation here, they would definitely want to take care of it.

but……

Can I know?

The mountains are long and the road is long.

No news.

In addition, the court is not necessarily stable. When disasters happen, there will always be countless coincidental details coming together.

Moreover, these rebels are well-equipped, and they look like they have been trained for a long time.

What are the people in the court doing?

Haven't found it for so many years?

She doesn't know, but she has read the almanac and has a panacea answer.

……

Yan Qingshu withdrew her inner complaints, and looked at Dabao: "The emperor has only one person, and there are countless courtiers, but these courtiers have different ideas, and even do some dirty things in order to fight for power. Can the cooperating imperial court solve the following problems?"

Dabao wanted to say that it shouldn't be like this.

But everything that happened in front of him was impacting his three views.

"We are all ordinary people. We should live our lives well first. It's no use worrying too much about the rest."

Dabao sighed, the stepmother is not an ordinary person.

If ordinary people had the means of a mother, there would be devastation everywhere.

If he becomes the emperor one day, he will make sure that the world is clear and clear, and that there will be no more chaos in this world.

Had dinner with the villagers.