Qin Laoshuan's face was ferocious because the steamed bread he hid in his arms was discovered by someone and they came over to snatch it away.
It sounds like a joke now, but if Qin Huai had arrived a step later, Qin Laoshuan would have been beaten to death by this group of hungry people.
The simple earthen dungeon seemed like hell. The two guards at the door were not unable to hear, but they were too lazy to even look.
Although Qin Huai was filled with anger, he did not resort to any ruthless means. He simply pushed those people aside and asked Qin Laoshuan: "Uncle, how are you?"
Qin Laoshuan still had two steamed buns in his hand. He stuffed them into his mouth with a sinister grin and said, "I'd rather die than give them to you. When I'm full and have enough strength, you dogs will all die."
He was like an evil ghost. The people in the darkness were trembling, probably because they were afraid that the strong Qin Huai would beat them to death and there would be no one to collect their bodies if they died here.
Although Qin Huai felt sorry for them, he couldn't forgive them for almost beating Qin Laoshuan to death. He said, "Uncle, eat more. I will definitely rescue you as soon as possible."
"No, I can't survive. You have to take care of yourself. If you can, help the villagers. Life is so hard for everyone."
The eight pigs had completely destroyed his hope of living, and he had given up completely.
"Uncle, I'm here to tell you today that we have a new commissioner in the administrative office. He couldn't bear to see the people in the county starve to death, so he has ordered the granaries to be opened and grain to be released. No one in our county will starve to death anymore."
"real?"
A light suddenly appeared in Qin Laoshuan's cold eyes.
"Really, I came here to tell you that I won't watch you die."
Qin Huai felt that he could still save the people. Qin Laoshuan was very smart. He insisted from the beginning that the pigs died of plague and never mentioned selling pork for food. Even the sweet potatoes in the warehouse were still there.
That way the crime would be much less severe.
But Qin Laoshuan said, "It doesn't matter whether I go out or not. There is only one thing I am most afraid of. I would rather die of starvation. Qin Huai, if you have a way, please send me food often. I am too hungry." He had been suffering from hunger for several days and his face was as thin as a skeleton.
"good."
Without saying too much, Qin Huai choked up and agreed, then warned him, "Uncle, don't do anything rash until the very end. I will definitely find a way to save you."
"You decide. Qin Huai, please leave. This is not a place for people to stay."
Qin Huai walked out without hesitation.
It seemed that the words of the commissioner of the administrative office had taken effect. When they came out to see the people in the commune, they began to get busy. Jiang Feng took the lead and said to Qin Huai, "Teacher Qin, you will leave later. We are going to Qinjiazhuang today. Come with us."
To be honest, Qin Huai didn't want him to go to Qinjiazhuang. If so many sweet potatoes in the village warehouse were seen, Qin Laoshuan's life might be in danger. Unfortunately, he had no right to refuse except to agree.
He had to go back quickly to make arrangements.
"Secretary Jiang, don't bother me. I'll go back and tell everyone the good news. I'll wait for you in the village."
"Okay, you go first."
The commune is farther away from Qinjiazhuang than the city, about six miles away, and it passes through several villages on the way. The snow has melted, and the dead bodies lying on the road are no longer visible. This place is close to the commune, so it is estimated that the commune sent people to clean it up.
The weather was too cold, and Qin Huai was wearing a tattered padded jacket with only a piece of cotton cloth wrapped around his body. When he wrapped it up, Qin Xiaoyun kept blaming herself for being stupid and not knowing how to make clothes.
It was unbearably cold, probably around minus 20 degrees Celsius, and the wind was strong, blowing on the face and body like a knife. In his previous life, Qin Huai was from the south, and had never seen such a vicious wind that could freeze people to death.
He arrived at a village not far from Qinjiazhuang. He had to pass through the village to go home when he suddenly saw a girl of seven or eight years old running out of a yard crying and calling for her mother. When Qin Huai got closer, he saw blood on her head and stopped her and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
But the little girl dodged him immediately, pointed in the direction she came from and said, "Mother Yinhuan hit me."
Qin Huai thought that the child must have been naughty and had made the adults angry, so he said, "Don't run away. If you made a mistake, just admit it to the adults."
As soon as he finished speaking, a woman came over with a stick with a sharp tip.
When the woman saw Qin Huai, she stopped moving forward, her eyes red as rabbits. Qin Huai said, "Sister-in-law, the child is still young, don't hurt him."
The woman didn't say anything, but turned and left.
Qin Huai said, "She's gone. It's cold, you should go home soon."
The little girl was trembling all over.
Qin Huai felt something was wrong and asked, "What did you do wrong to be so afraid of her?"
The little girl said, "I went to Yinhuan's house to play with her. Yinhuan's mother was in the kitchen making a fire, so I asked her, 'Auntie, where is Yinhuan?'"
"Yinhuan's mother said, 'Yinhuan went to her uncle's house.'"
"I don't believe it. She didn't even tell me about the goose droppings she went to pick up with Yinhuan this morning. And now I'm asking her: 'Why are you going to her uncle's house? Is there anything to eat there?'"
Qin Huai knew what goose droppings meant. When the locals had nothing to eat, they could take it out and cook it.
Yinhuan's mother glared and said, "You are so annoying with your questions. Go away now."
"I was talking to Yinhuan's mother when I saw a braid behind the haystack. I thought Yinhuan was playing hide-and-seek with me, so I laughed out loud. 'Yinhuan, your mother is still trying to coax me, you're home.' I said as I reached for the braid, but unexpectedly, a head popped out. It was Yinhuan's."
Qin Huai's heart sank and he said, "Head?"
The little girl trembled and said, "It was Yinhuan's head, and it was bleeding. My mother never let me play with Yinhuan, saying that her mother boiled her dead brother and sister. I didn't believe it, but it turned out to be true."
Thinking of the tragic scene just now, the little girl was still afraid. Qin Huai said, "Where is your home? I will take you back. Next time you see Yinhuan Niang, stay away from her."
Qin Huai sent her to the door. Seeing her push the door open and talk loudly inside, he breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to go home.
Hell was everywhere, and there was only so much he could do.
Qinjiazhuang was much better than that village. Some villagers were working, and a child called out from behind him, "Uncle Qin Huai."
Qin Huai turned around and saw that it was Sister Hong's son, Goudan. His face had turned a little red. Qin Huai hugged him and said, "Have you eaten these days?"
Goudan said, "I eat it every day."
His body obviously had some weight, and Qin Huai felt better.
He heard crying in the village and asked Goudan, "Whose family is that? What happened?"
"That's Qin Mancang's home. Qin Mancang died on a river construction site and was brought back by the villagers. They're just about to bury him."
Qin Huai said, "I'll go and take a look." He went to take a look because if the funeral was held, the village cadres would probably be there, and people from the commune would be coming soon, so he had to make preparations in advance.
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