Near the grain road leading to Tanzhou.

There is a mountain and a village at the foot of the mountain.

The mountain is called Yaqueling, and the village is called Xiangshui Village.

Since Xiangshui Village was looted by bandits from Yaqueling some days ago, the village has been completely occupied by refugees who fled from Tanzhou.

At first, the refugees were worried and afraid of the bandits in the Crow and Magpie Ridge.

Over time, the news that the bandits' nest was burned to death spread wildly.

The refugees all said that God opened his eyes and sent God to destroy the damn bandits.

Something else said that I had seen it with my own eyes. A golden light fell from the sky. A huge slap appeared in the golden light, which directly slapped the bandit's nest.

Anyway, everything is said, and everything is good for destroying bandits, and they almost make people myths.

Because of refugees.

The scale of Xiangshui Village has expanded several times.

The government also occasionally distributed porridge and food. The amount of food that could not be eaten enough and hungered was only one condition. With the Yongding River as the boundary, stayed honestly and were not allowed to go to Kyoto. Whoever wanted to cross the boundary would be treated as the rebels in Tanzhou.

At the beginning, some people didn't believe in evil.

The government cut several heads by the river to stop the migration of refugees to Kyoto.

There is no way out and the future cannot be retreated. Do refugees have to settle down temporarily near Xiangshui Village?

Xiangshui Village is getting bigger and bigger, and even Yaqueling is home to many people.

In the years of war, refugees gather together, and when there are too many people, trouble will easily occur, and any magical thing can be encountered.

The disaster food that was originally used for relief.

I don’t know if it was the government’s omission or the deliberate act, and on the grounds that there were insufficient staff, I hired many young and strong refugees to serve as laborers to deliver food.

Said it was to deliver food.

When it comes to the hands of the people below, it changes its taste.

"Back, back... all line up." Several vicious refugees, Qingpi, drove away the crowds coming to the porridge shed with mixed water sticks in their hands.

"What's the hurry?"

"Is the starving ghost reincarnated?"

"If you squeeze again? If you squeeze again or not, I will knock you to death with one stick."

The crowd was restless, and the refugees who were dressed in tatters dared not speak out.

A young man who was shaking his flower fan, wearing a trouser jacket, and holding a pair of black and white peony short shirt on his upper body. His braid was slightly raised back. He was shaking his head and trembling legs, and a young man in his early twenties pushed aside his green skin and coughed a few times, squeezed out a smile and said:

"Hey, it's still the same rule. We don't want money. We exchange things for food. Think about it, this is a messy man, and it's inconvenient to bring so many families. I'm robbed by thieves. It's not worth it. The villagers in the country can help, so who is also from Tanzhou?"

Look at what this said, I don’t have money, what a kind heart is.

Seeing that this guy was dressed up in an inappropriate manner and had a scorpion hook at the end of his hair, the refugees looked like he was not a serious person, and they urged him to avoid him.

The young man patted the flower fan with satisfaction and turned around proudly.

"The food was issued by the government, why do we need to exchange it for things?" The crowd shouted in a hurry, which made everyone say yes.

The young man suddenly turned around, his cheeks were bulging, and he looked for the crowd with a gloomy face, thinking that this was the guy who was not open to his eyes.

The voices were once again flooding, and the direction of the caller had already drowned out.

A little boy with his head and head shrank in the crowd hid behind the person, looking around and pretending to look for someone who was calling.

His whole dress was not ragged, but he was not very clean. Anyway, he hadn't changed his hair for several days, and his hair began to get tugged.

He looked melancholy and with a sad face, he was depressed and dejected toward the woman who turned into gray-black hair next to him, and looked smoky and smoky on his face, "I shouted as you said."

"Well, the voice is right, and I almost feel angry. Why are there three words, almost meaningful, and I should emphasize my tone." The woman touched her chin and commented, rubbed her fingers in disgust, and rubbed her mud strips.

"Oh!" the little boy sighed and quickly restrained his decadent expression and replied: "I've recorded it."

The little boy didn't think so in his heart, and thought to himself: This master is good at everything, but he just likes to meddle in other people's business. What's the point of dealing with ants? Hey, I'm sorry to defend the gangsters, and I'm looking for relatives for the separated children. Alas, Chen Feng, Chen Feng, come out quickly and find you a damn thing. When we go back to Kyoto, I miss the days of squatting on the jujube tree.

This is big and small, a man and a woman, and the dirty two people are almost the same as a refugee.

Isn’t it just Liuli and Xiaosang who walked all the way from Kyoto to Tanzhou to look for their relatives?

Xiao Sang looked worried, took out a wrinkled portrait of Chen Feng from his arms, and began to repeat the daily routine of asking everyone he asked, "Have you seen me before" whenever he met you.

Liuli stared at the pergola not far away, with a bad expression.

There were several yamen runners drinking tea in the pergola. They looked at the direction of the porridge shed from a distance and waved impatiently.

The young refugee young man turned his head and smiled flatteringly, ran into the pergola. Before he could speak, he was slapped heavily by a yamen runner.

Judging from the situation, it seemed that he was severely scolded.

The young man touched his face, his flattering expression turned gloomy, and walked to the porridge shed. He first punched and kicked Qingpi under his opponent, and then shouted at the refugee after he exhaled his anger:

"If you like to change, don't change, don't want to eat food, just go eat grass and dirt, don't get in the way of my eyes."

Perhaps it was the young man who taught his subordinates a lesson in his ruthlessness, which played a role in killing the chicken to warn the monkey. He was dissatisfied with the bustling refugees and reluctantly calmed down.

"One piece of torn clothes, two taels of broken rice."

"I'm..."

"Oh? That broken rice is one or two."

An old but not torn long gown was suppressed and even darker than a pawnshop.

The middle-aged man who changed the rice clenched his fists and his face turned blue. He endured it, stomped his feet hard, picked up the broken rice and left, and argued again, let alone a 2000-odd broken rice, he couldn't even eat the mixed sand rice.

"One scrap copper earring, three taels of brown rice."

The real gold earrings can be seen as a family that exchanged rice should have been considered a wealthy family in Tanzhou before, and they had no worries about food and clothing. Now, for the sake of three or two brown rice, they can only pinch their noses and let the other party use the gold earrings as scrap copper earrings.

It is said that you don’t sell food and don’t have money. What’s the difference between such a black-hearted exchange and eating human flesh?

"A pair of ripped straw sandals." The young man stared at the mother and daughter in front of him, his eyes lit up, and then said, "It's worthless and can't be replaced."

"This is the cloth shoes I gave to you by myself. When I fled, the head of the house was separated and there was no time to wear them. It was still new. You can take a look again, please take a look again."

The woman who was talking was in her early thirties, and her torn clothes were covered with patches with trowels. She was not outstanding in appearance, but she was quite beautiful and belonged to the very flavorful young woman type.

Her hair was wrapped in a sack scarf and she took it apart, her eyes flashed, and she occasionally revealed a hint of anxiety and caution. She held up the cloth shoes in her hand and handed them anxiously.

The young man took the opportunity to hold the young woman's hand and said, "This..."

The young woman retracted her hand like lightning and saw the young man's face sinking.

She quickly pulled the girl beside her and kowtowed, "You are so kind, please give me some more. My daughter hasn't eaten anything in three days. Please, please give me some more."

The girl was about six or seven years old, and she was skinny and bone-bone-skinned, her eyes were protruding, and she occasionally raised her upper lip and sucked her nose, causing her torn the dry skin on her lips.

She followed her mother's appearance, knelt down and kowtowed, staring at the grain bag and couldn't stop swallowing her saliva. Her hungry eyes were full of desire to see delicious food.

The young man pretended to touch his chin, looked at the mother and daughter up and down, squatted down and helped the young woman up and said, "You can't exchange for food for these shoes, so... what do you think."

The young man inserted a dead grass on the girl's head, patted the young woman's arm and said, "I'll give you a bag of food."

The young woman suddenly pulled her hand back, took the girl into her arms to protect her, and shrank timidly: "I...I...I...I...I won't...I won't change."

"Mom, I'm hungry." The girl's head came out of the young woman's arms, stared at the grain bag, and kept swallowing.

She patted the young woman's hand like a little adult, and laughed: "Mom, sell me, sell me, let's eat food together."

"No." The young woman's body trembled slightly and she hugged the girl firmly.

She dodged her eyes, hesitated for a while, and felt cruel in her heart, and took off the dead grass from the girl's head and inserted it on her head.

She took a deep breath like she was relieved, walked to the young man and said, "As long as you can make my daughter have enough food, I'm yours."

"Look, what are you doing? I don't mean that." The young man said something against his will, but he pulled the young woman up in his hand.

He winked at his subordinate Qingpi and pulled the young woman towards the pergola.

In the awning, several yamen runners exchanged their eyes, and at the same time they stood up and loosened their belts, pushing the young woman to walk backwards.

Liuli saw it and felt so angry that she rolled up her sleeves and just raised her legs.

A small figure beside her rushed out first.

Crackling, bang and praise.

The pergola collapsed.

One of the yamen runners inside flew into the sky.

Pajiji... Pajijiji...

The sound of tomatoes falling from the sky.

Red, white, black, flowery...the mess was broken all over the floor.

The yamen runners directly turned into watermelon juice.

The incident happened suddenly.
To be continued...