Chapter 2403 Hungry

"Hurry, hurry, Yuan Wang is giving out porridge again."

In the year of famine, this news spread throughout Wutong Town before dawn.

The deserted street suddenly surged with people. There were men, women, old and young, big and small, all holding a rice bowl. They must be very hungry, and they rushed up desperately. Inevitably, those who were trampled on, the cries of babies, One after another.

"queue."

Coach Lin was also there, invited by Wang Yuanwai to suppress the situation.

If everyone swarms forward like this, it won't turn into a pot of porridge. If there are those desperate people who plunge headlong into the pot, it's not impossible.

This is all based on experience.

The Wang family had given out porridge more than once, and had caused deaths more than once.

Coach Lin did a very professional job in handling the situation.

He is good at martial arts, and his scoldings are quite intimidating.

In fact, he didn't want to do this. There were really too many victims and limited food. Only by being organized could more people receive a bowl of hot soup.

Why!

Wang Yuan was still there, but he kept sighing.

When he traveled far before, he went to look for food.

However, in the year of drought, there was no harvest in a radius of 800 miles.

There may be food in big and prosperous towns, but the distance is far away. Even if you can find food, you may not be able to transport it back because there are too many people blocking the way.

More than a dozen pots of porridge and rice were quickly divided.

Looking at the hopeful eyes of the victims, Mr. Wang hesitated to speak.

When he arrived, he turned around cruelly.

Although giving porridge is a good deed, it treats the symptoms rather than the root cause.

The Wang family is rich, but they can't afford to carry food out every two days. It's okay once or twice, but as time goes by, his entire family will also starve.

Coach Lin also left, his eyes dim and dull.

Giving porridge to rich people is not a long-term solution.

If we want to survive this disaster, we need some rain.

Hungry.

I was so hungry that I ate everything.

Even if you are very hungry, you will do anything.

For example, robbery.

On a dark and windy night, a fire broke out in a part of the town.

It was Sun's rich man's house. They were attacked by robbers in the middle of the night. A lot of property was lost and a lot of food was robbed. The gangsters were ruthless and set a fire before leaving.

From that day on, Wutong Town seemed to have become a big stage.

And the robbery of homes and houses has become a big drama, happening every now and then.

The folk customs were originally simple, but due to a famine, they fell into chaos.

"Mother!"

In remote areas, there are more and more cries.

In an era without food, there will always be people who cannot hold on and fall first.

Most of them were old people, who had seen through life and death. They took advantage of the dead of night to go to the barren mountains and wild mountains, and went on the road together to save the burden on the children.

There are also many people fleeing the famine, most of them bringing their families with them.

Some didn't leave, sitting in the courtyard quietly in a daze.

It was time to lose sight of the hope of living, but instead became indifferent.

If you want to die, die at home.

"You're such a bastard, you're blind."

"After collecting so much incense, it's fucking raining on you!"

I don’t know where Ye Banxian begged for half a bowl of wine. He drank so much that he got very drunk. He blocked the door of the temple early in the morning and was shaking with curses. Or maybe he was so hungry that he couldn’t stand evenly and couldn’t even eat. He doesn't care about the remaining dignity.

night.

The lights in Zhao's courtyard were dim and there was no sound of forging iron.

He didn't have enough to eat. Who had the spare money to ask him to make iron? Even if he had, he didn't have the energy to do it. He was so dizzy from hunger that he hit the hammer and missed it. His left hand was fractured, and he was no different from a disabled person. .

"Dad, it's time to eat."

Zhao Yun brought two bowls of vegetable soup to the table.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is a vegetable soup, but there are not many vegetable leaves, and that it is a clear soup with little water.

"You eat, dad is not hungry." The old blacksmith smiled gently.

"I'm not hungry either." Zhao Yun buried his head with tears in his eyes.

After a few words, the two men fell silent, and the small courtyard became eerily quiet.

Despair, not only in the dark night, but also flooded their mood.

It wasn't until the sound of wailing was heard outside the door that the two of them got up subconsciously.

When I went out and took a look, I realized that it was Uncle Niu's house, and there was someone crying loudly.

Another person starved to death. It was Uncle Niu, who was skinny and bones, and died with his eyes open.

"Kid, don't look."

The blacksmith stretched out his hand and covered Zhao Yun's eyes.

And he, after taking a look at Uncle Niu, looked outside the town.

He is an old man, right?

It's time to hit the road. Leave some more food for the baby, maybe he can live a few more days.

In today's private schools, there are no old scholars, and female teachers teach instead.

There are only a few students in the private school today. Counting Zhao Yun, there are only six or seven people in the entire school, and all of them are sallow and thin. Even the junior officials are a bit thinner than before.

There is also the female gentleman, who was originally a handsome girl, but now her face is also very haggard, not only her appearance is black, but she also has a hint of illness.

"Today is the last class."

Although she was extremely reluctant, the female gentleman still said these words.

Grandpa is old and seriously ill in bed, so she has no time to teach.

Down the hall, Zhao Yun and the others were all sitting upright.

It can be seen that they all cherish it very much. Even if they are hungry and panicking, they are still in high spirits.

That is the desire for literature.

Of course, time is short.

The last class ended quietly with the children still unfinished.

"Zi Long."

"Grandpa wants to see you."

At the door of the private school, the female teacher called out to Zhao Yun.

It's still that quiet alley.

The two of them walked in tandem, but were speechless all the way.

Zhao Yun is smart and a sensible child, and he has already guessed something.

The famine was raging, and many people in the town had starved to death. The amiable old gentleman had probably also fallen.

His guess was absolutely correct.

The old gentleman fell ill and lay weakly on the bed, skinny and gray-haired.

"Zilong, come."

The old scholar's eyes were cloudy, but the moment he saw Zhao Yun, he felt a little more energetic.

This kid is his most proud disciple.

Looking at him, I can't help but recall my own past.

"gentlemen."

Zhao Yun shook the scholar's hand, but his words were pale and feeble.

He didn't want to speculate, but when he saw the old man's aura, he knew that his time was running out.

This is the disease? K.

The disease is not difficult to cure, just eat a few more mouthfuls of food.

Unfortunately, the old gentleman is stubborn and does not want to waste any more rations.

"As a teacher, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until the day you win the top prize."

"I have nothing to give you. I'll give you the ancient books on the bookshelf."

"

When you are in high school, don’t forget to go to your teacher’s grave and burn some paper money. "

The old scholar spoke one word after another, his words were gentle and kind, but his voice was weak and hoarse, and he tried his best to explain his funeral.

As he talked, he fell asleep.

Beside the bed, the female gentleman had tears in her eyes.

Grandpa fell asleep and was afraid he would never wake up again.

Zhao Yun opened his mouth, but did not shout.

Go to sleep! You don’t have to suffer when you sleep.

As the saying goes, once a teacher, always a father.

He will stay here and pay his last respects to the old man.

"Let me read another poem to my teacher!"

The old scholar's murmur should be his sleep on his deathbed.

The female gentleman choked and covered her mouth, turning her back quietly.

"good."

Zhao Yun wiped away tears and walked towards the bookshelf.

He wants to choose a thick book, one that can be read for a long time.

The old gentleman was well-educated and loved books as much as his life. The simple and natural bookshelves were filled with books, which were his life's treasures. They covered such a wide range of fields that even he was dazzled when he saw them.

He should have come a long time ago. He could find his husband and borrow many books to read.

Look, he looked at it and was stunned. He didn't react for a while.

No wonder he was like this, it was just because he saw a strange book.

What a strange book? "Wind and Rain Record".

Yes, it was the ancient book of praying for rain that he and the half-immortal were searching for.

Unexpectedly, it was at the old gentleman’s house.

This should be the legendary way of finding nowhere even after wearing iron shoes, and it takes no effort at all?

"Sir first."

Zhao Yun took "Wind and Rain Record" in one hand and quickly returned to the bed.

After finishing the work, I saw him grabbing the old scholar's hand and shaking it vigorously. While shaking, he called anxiously, "Don't sleep, Wutong Town is saved."

It didn't matter what he did, the old scholar woke up again.

The one who is depressed is the Prince of Hell. This little old man has one foot in the gate of hell, and he has retracted it.

"Zilong, what are you doing?" Wanxin hurriedly stepped forward.

"We can pray for rain." Zhao Yun said seriously.

"Pray for rain?"

"My dear, stop shaking, I'm going to fall apart."