When people walk with wild wolves and vultures, the wild wolves will follow behind them, ready to bite anyone who falls down from exhaustion and can't get up again. The vultures will fly in the sky, ready to share a piece of the pie with the wild wolves at any time.
In the group of disaster victims moving forward, the people were so tired that they were as thin as skeletons, while the crows, vultures and wolves following behind them had shiny fur and huge bodies.
It is human flesh and blood that nourish these animals, but humans are trapped and killed by natural disasters on this road that will never be completed.
Famine, natural disasters, lack of food and clothing, and starving people everywhere were words that Lin Rui had only seen in books and magazines in the past. How could they be as real as what he saw and experienced with his own eyes now? The words he used to see became a series of miserable scenes. As a witness of this era, he could only change the people around him but could not change the fate of this era.
He saw men who were so weak from hunger that they fell down with bruises on their faces. They had to walk around even a blade of grass. Whenever they arrived at a place, they could only lie there because they had no strength to sit still.
I also saw a little girl who was so thin that she was unrecognizable dying in the arms of her equally thin mother. The mother covered her with a rag without crying or making a fuss and threw her not far away, then came back and lay down numbly.
The next second, the little girl's body was dragged away. When her mother saw this, she moved her lips, but she was so hungry that she couldn't even make a sound.
What a world this is!
I'm afraid hell is just like this.
He really regretted why he was not a prince with a large army when he traveled through time. In this way, he could have led the heroes to compete for supremacy in the Central Plains, defeat the foreign tribes, force them to get out of the land one by one, and prevent the dynasty from experiencing war and famine again.
When it began to get dark, Lin Rui arranged for people to set up camp and prepare for the night.
The temperature dropped a little at night. Lin Ziyang and Lin Zikun lit a fire and put dry firewood into it. The dry firewood fell into the flames and crackled.
The Lin family, headed by Lin Rui, has a total of more than 30 people, most of whom are strong laborers and are very intimidating. Even those scoundrels who want to steal while fleeing famine have to consider their own weight and whether they will be beaten to death if they are caught.
On the road to escape famine, Lin Rui's family was not the only one with an ox cart. There were all kinds of mule carts, horse carts, ox carts and donkey carts. Everyone did not know each other and was not willing to get to know others. Once they got to know each other, they were afraid that others would spy on their food.
But they also quietly formed a strange relationship, such as being willing to camp with people who had ox carts, donkey carts and horse carts, and to work together to resist possible attacks from disaster victims.
As soon as Lin Rui set up camp, two more ox carts and a cart stopped near him. It looked like a whole family.
He looked over curiously, only to see a burly man with a beard nodding at him seriously. Lin Rui was confused. Was this a greeting or something?
The man was about 1.75 meters tall and very strong, especially his arms, which made his clothes bulge out. He was probably a butcher or a blacksmith.
There was also a man who looked 70% similar to the man and was about the same age. He also turned his head and nodded to Lin Rui as a greeting. These two people should be brothers.
The large family following behind them should be their wives and relatives, about eight or nine people, which is nothing compared to the more than 30 people in the Lin family.
Lin Rui also politely returned the greeting, based on the principle of temporary cooperation and not disturbing each other.
Afterwards, more than a dozen ox carts and donkey carts arrived one after another, as if they regarded this place as a meeting point.
This is not impossible. Cooperating with people of equal assets is always better than going it alone and parading among the disaster victims.
Later, a father and son, pulling an ox cart, camped to Lin Rui's right. Just as he was resting, Lin Rui heard the son and father discussing, "Dad, on our way here, Mom, Zhen'er, and the baby all died of illness. We can't have no woman to take charge of the family. Why don't we buy one?"
Laozi was not very happy: "What are you looking for? We don't have much food left. One less person means one less mouth to feed. Isn't it enough to just hold on until we get to Huangmo Pass?"
"Dad, you can't think like that. Once we get to Huangmo Pass, the situation might be completely different. If we want to marry a wife properly, our family wealth won't be enough. I think it's more cost-effective to buy one here. I've heard that on the road to escape famine, a steamed bun can be exchanged for a young girl. So, we're still making a profit!"
"What's the point of making money? Aren't you going to feed her with the food? Even if she has a small appetite and only eats half a steamed bun at a meal, she still has to eat a whole steamed bun a day. Isn't that just an expense?"
"Dad, let's just buy a wife. How much can she eat? We can just save a little."
"Marry one? Is that for you or for me?"
"Marry him together. After all, when the baby is pregnant, it will be our child, right?"
"Cough, puff puff puff!" Lin Rui, who had to listen to this conversation, coughed furiously. Sanliang saw this and immediately patted him on the back: "Master, are you feeling better?"
Sanliang's hands were very strong. These consecutive hits made him feel like his internal organs were displaced. He waved his hands repeatedly to indicate that he was fine.
The father and son moved quickly, grabbing a bun and walking over to where the victims were resting. "A bun in exchange for a daughter? Anyone else willing to trade?"
A steamed bun is too cheap. After their daughter was transferred to another family, she was beaten and scolded. As parents, they could only watch and could not help. Everyone was hesitant.
At this moment, a woman with disheveled hair, a dirty face, and sunken eyes came running over and snatched the steamed bun from my hand. While chewing on it, she shouted, "Uncle, let me go to your house instead. I can fetch water and chop firewood. I will give birth to grandchildren for your family in the future. Just give me something to eat."
The old man roughly pushed aside the woman's hair. The woman looked to be only about fifteen or sixteen years old, while the old man's son was already twenty-five or twenty-six, a full ten years younger.
The old man glanced at the woman's face and figure with lustful eyes. She was a little thin, but she would be fine after some care.
Nodding: "Okay, it's you."
The woman knelt on the ground and kowtowed to him repeatedly: "Thank you, uncle. I will definitely be filial to you in the future."
"You don't have to wait until the future to show your filial piety. Just raise her for two days and then it will be your turn." The old man said this with a double meaning. His son took the girl's hand and led her to the ox cart.
On the road of hunger, it is very common to sell oneself for a bite to eat, and people are used to it.
Feng Zhenniang also seemed to have heard the conversation between the father and son, and spat at the ox cart next door: "Shame on you old man, you are ruining other girls!"
Lin Changxi pulled her aside and said, "It's a matter of one willing to fight and the other willing to be beaten. Why do you care so much? Just eat your cake."
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