It was me who brought them here.
This is a hopeless, ridiculous war.
Village chief Liu sees more clearly than anyone else the village’s slim vitality and hopeless future.
In the gaps, every thought is clamoring,
Let's just leave it at that.
There is not much left in this area, no one has died yet.
The survivors who gathered together in Huofeng Society were once villagers who lived and worked in peace and contentment.
What’s so special about Tangjiatun?
Village Chief Liu thought he couldn't do it.
He always fails to do it.
He looked at those young faces, many of whom he had watched grow up.
Now he is sending it away personally.
Village Chief Liu thought in a daze.
...That's all we can do.
Their food supplies were destroyed in the fire.
Even now, Village Chief Liu still feels hatred when he thinks of the Ji family.
They wouldn't have been so hard.
With the granary, they can hold on to the fields and grow sweet potatoes, potatoes and vegetables.
The weather is good now, and we can already gather some wild grass to feed the chickens and ducks.
Those furry little cubs will grow up, lay eggs, and hatch the next generation.
There will be new foods, and during the New Year, a meat dish can be added to the table.
Life can go on.
But now, the granary was gone. In order to prepare for this desperate attack, all the immature chickens and ducks were killed and mixed with wild vegetables and rice balls to fill the soldiers' stomachs.
With every decision he made, Village Chief Liu suffered inner torment.
He must be right.
If he made a mistake, he would have personally brought the entire village to its doom.
The white hair made him look too old and decadent, so Village Chief Liu shaved it off with an awl in just a few strokes.
Now he was standing on Dingyue Slope with his head bare.
What Aunt Zhou brought was the last batch of food for the village.
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