Chapter 415 Eastern Situation
Lan Shiruo pursed her lips and said softly, "Don't cry. I'll give you something to eat. If you cry again, I'll take it back." She was not sure if a half-year-old child could understand, but the little Lebao at the time could understand.
Maybe the child was as smart as Lebao. He stared with his unusually big eyes, sobbed, and then closed his mouth, not daring to cry anymore.
He stared at the bowl in Lan Shiruo's hand. He had never seen what was in the bowl, but it smelled good and must be delicious. He wanted to eat it, very much.
I felt so weak that I couldn't move or speak. I could only watch.
Lan Shiruo was relieved to see that he seemed to understand. "Just stop crying. I'll feed you. Don't be impatient. Take your time, or I won't give it to you."
The child blinked to show that he understood, but the light in his eyes still showed anxiety.
Lan Shiruo knew he was hungry, so she didn't say anything and picked up the bowl to feed him.
He Lian came over and took it, "Shiruo, let me do it." Although Lan Shiruo was the only one who raised a son among the group of people, no one could compare to He Lian in terms of gentleness.
Lan Shiruo pushed the spoon over, and He Lian was worried about the child's mouth.
Lan Shiruo curled the corners of her mouth, knowing that she was being disliked, but she didn't argue and handed it over.
He Lian fed slowly and carefully.
Although the child was anxious, he also remembered Lan Shiruo's words and did not dare to show it. He Lian fed him a mouthful and he swallowed it.
It was delicious, the best thing he had ever eaten.
"Thank you." The child's voice was hoarse, perhaps because he had not spoken for a long time, had no water to drink, and his throat was injured, making it difficult for him to speak.
The little friend was stunned for a moment, wondering if this child had become a spirit? How could he be so sensible and able to talk at only six months old?
"How old are you?" He Lian asked.
The child tilted his head, obviously the question was a bit profound, "A long time ago, grandma said I was three years old and an adult."
A long time ago?
The friends raised their eyebrows. They were not sure how long this long time was, but could this child be three years old?
He is skinny, short and small, even smaller than Lebao when he was half a year old. Is he really three years old?
Of course, Lebao’s half-year-old age cannot be compared with that of ordinary children. The little fat boy has always been chubby, white and tender, and is taller and longer than children of the same age.
The child now looks only half the size of an ordinary child, and is even weaker than a half-year-old child. At least a half-year-old child can crawl, but he can't even move his fingers.
He is over three years old, no wonder he can speak and understand what is said.
"Where's your grandma?" asked the little friend.
The child rolled his eyes and looked at the sloop. "In there, grandma is dying, but she says she dares not die and will wait until I die. But I don't know when I will die. Grandma said that if she dies, she won't feel sad. I don't want to feel sad. I want to die."
The child is still young and doesn’t understand what death means. He just thinks life is too hard to endure and is too scary.
The child's voice was not loud, but intermittent and stuttering. However, apart from the sound of wind and sand, there was no other sound at the scene, which was loud enough for the people in the sloop to hear.
After being watered by the vines for a while, the people in the black-sailed boat felt much better and could at least make some noise. After hearing the boy's words, they wailed like a mournful bird and shed tears of sorrow.
Lan Shiruo took out a large conference table from a large office, the particularly long kind, and placed it in a row. She also took out an outdoor parasol and asked her friends to put it in place. She then instructed Tengman to move everyone out and have them lie down on the conference table.
In the black-sailed boat, anyone who didn't die would have suffocated to death.
There are hundreds of black-sailed boats here, and they were all taken out by the vines. There are more than a thousand old, weak and disabled people. At the beginning, there were only ten people in this boat, which was considered a small number. Some boats had twenty or thirty people, and it was like they were piled up in layers.
These people were suddenly dragged out of the cabin and were terrified. Since they couldn't move or speak, they could only let themselves be dragged away. They were so scared that they almost couldn't breathe.
The panic only lasted for a moment, and I thought that if I died like this, it would be a relief.
Who would have thought that instead of waiting for death, I waited for water.
Were they dead, having suffered so much that Heaven had mercifully sent them to heaven? Were those people standing nearby gods? Only heaven, only gods, could have shown mercy and given them water.
No, no, no, there are no gods in this world, only evil spirits, evil spirits that eat human flesh and drink human blood.
Lan Shiruo didn't know what these people were thinking, so she took her friends to help Teng Man feed these people water to ensure that they wouldn't die as soon as they came out.
The noise was quite loud, and the people in the cliff cave heard it and stuck their heads out to see.
Seeing the scene below, I was so shocked that I couldn't recover for a long time.
My mind was in a mess. I didn't know whether these people wanted to kill those who couldn't survive anyway, or to save these abandoned wastes.
Whether it was saving them or killing them, they found it unbelievable. In this day and age, who would even bother with them? Ignoring them, even glancing at them with disdain and mockery, was the correct approach. Who would stop for them even for a second? Even if it meant killing them, they wouldn't even bother.
Lan Shiruo raised her eyelids, looked at him, and said calmly, "If you want to live, bring your people down."
Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment.
Lan Shiruo didn't urge them. She lowered her eyes and ignored them.
The cliff caves were not far apart, and anyone could see each other if they stuck their heads out. In just a few seconds, they made their decision. Either way, they were doomed. Even if these people had bad intentions, they would still die. There was no worse outcome than this.
He turned around, carried his family on his back, climbed onto the sail boat, and slowly came down.
These people are fine and can still move independently.
Lan Shiruo took out some grass for them to sit on, just to isolate them from the ground temperature so that they wouldn't sit down and the meat would be cooked.
There are five or six hundred cliff caves of various sizes in this area. The number of people in each cave is not as many as in the black-sailed boats. All together, there are only about two or three thousand people. Each person was given a small bottle of water.
Seeing that they wanted to drink but didn't dare to, and were planning to save it for later, the big team didn't say anything.
Lan Shiruo sat down on the reclining chair that Ao Chengyi had brought out, looked around, and asked calmly, "Who among you still has the energy to speak?"
Everyone looked at each other, seemingly exhausted. A skinny man with a dark face, who looked to be in his fifties or sixties, but with the child's experience as a warning, the team guessed that he might not be as old as he looked. He raised his hand tremblingly. "I, I still have strength."
Lan Shiruo nodded and said, "Drink it. I'll give you another bottle after you finish it. Answer my questions carefully."
The man was overjoyed, while the others felt very regretful. If only they had raised their hands just now, they would have squeezed out the strength even if they had no strength.
But the man couldn't bear to drink it, so he just moistened his lips.
Lan Shiruo didn't care and asked, "First, tell me about the general situation here."
"Yes, there are dozens of gathering places like ours in the eastern region. However, there's an underground water outlet not far from us, so more people gather there. Other places have relatively fewer people due to housing, water supply, and other issues. So, we're the largest gathering place. The situation in the entire east is similar to ours. Anyone who stays here is waiting to die. Once there's no water or food, everyone will die." The man looked lonely and sad, a mixture of resignation and reluctance, and fear. He still had a wife and children, and he couldn't bear to leave. He really couldn't.
(End of this chapter)
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