Others are fleeing famine, but I am a salted fish

Everyone walked forward without looking back, and kept walking, and kept walking, just wanting to get far away from the steep slope where the mountain collapsed, far away enough to be invisible, as if they could pretend that they had never seen it, that it had never happened. Everything was just an illusion caused by the high heat that made everyone dizzy.

The weather in May should be humid and damp, but now it is so hot that it feels like being roasted in a furnace repeatedly. It is no wonder that people use the high fever of doubting life to cover up the cruel reality.

In the final analysis, it is just escape and unwillingness to face it.

Due to physical fatigue and emotional pressure, everyone no longer had the energy to find a secluded place to rest after dawn. They just stopped at a distance from the refugees they were traveling with, to catch up on their sleep and avoid the extremely hot sun.

Not long after they stopped, more than a hundred people came one after another. These people were also very emotional, and after stopping, they hugged each other and cried, grieving.

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Lin Xiaoyue pinched her brows with a headache, and settled her family down, asking them to go to sleep, to prevent the sad atmosphere from spreading to others and making everyone in the family, who had finally managed to muster up their spirits, fall into the vortex of low mood again.

Fortunately, after this emotional ups and downs, both the Lin family and the other refugees were exhausted, and no one wanted to find fault at this time. It was really tiring, and everyone needed to rest well and think carefully about how to go next.

It was already Wei time (3 to 4 pm) when Lin Xiaoyue and her family took turns waking up.

The refugees who had food made a fire and boiled water, and simply cooked a wild vegetable soup with only two or three rotten leaves. The soup was almost clear and the bottom was visible. Together with the dry and hard food, it was enough to fill their stomachs.

If they had nothing to eat, they would search around to see if they could find some grass roots, or shamelessly ask for some food from fellow refugees who still had some.

But by this time, most people had very little food left, and even if they had some surplus, they would not easily give it to others.

God knows how long this severe famine will last.

If you help others out of kindness, but you yourself have no food to eat and never see the end of the famine, who will sympathize with you and help you?

It is also because of this that everyone puts protecting themselves and their families first. No one is stupid enough to help others when they are short of food and clothing.

Even the naive people like Lin Lao and Miao, after being persuaded by their children, restrained their saintly sentiments and realized that it was more important to take care of their own family first.

Therefore, when Lin Xiaoyue woke up, she saw a mother and son who were in tattered clothes and starving to the point of being just a bag of bones. They ran to Miao and Old Man Lin and knelt down to beg them for a bowl of thin porridge to save them. She watched in silence and coldly.

The mother and son looked really pitiful, so thin that only bones were left. A gust of wind blew, and the clothes on their bodies looked like they were hung on a clothes rack to dry, with nothing inside and very dry.

The son supported his mother and stood beside the pot of rice porridge. Their eyes were fixed on the steaming pot, as if there was some delicious food in it, which attracted their souls to the pot.

Miao was of a soft nature. Even if she would not share her food with the other person, she could not say anything unpleasant to drive the other person away. She just stood behind the pot, holding the spoon in her hand, at a loss, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, not knowing what to do.

Xiaocao, who was feeding water to the mule, and Lin Zhaodi, who was accompanying Xiaosi and Xiaowu to massage Old Man Lin's limbs, noticed the situation on Miao's side. They hurriedly dropped their work, picked up knives and sticks, and rushed to Miao's side in a threatening manner.

When the mother and son saw someone suddenly coming with weapons, their originally sure idea of ​​coaxing some food out of Miao became a little shaken.

But soon, the rumblings of hunger and cramps in their stomachs drove them to continue begging for food.

There was no way out. They asked many people for help, but those people would either take away the food as soon as they saw them approaching, or brandish knives and sticks to forcefully drive them away.

The place where the Lin family stayed was the farthest away from where the crowd gathered, and it was also the last hope for them and their son.

The most important thing is that there is only one man in the group, and he is a cripple who can only lie on the cart, so he does not pose much threat to the mother and son. The remaining women and children are the most soft-hearted and are most easily moved by pitiful people. Therefore, the mother and son would not easily let go of this rare opportunity.

Besides, this group of people had a mule cart and several large bundles. Even if the bundles were filled with clothes and bedding, there would be some surplus food. Didn't you see the fragrant white rice porridge cooking in the pots of women and children? Although the pot was covered, the sweet and rich aroma of the white rice porridge could not be deceived.

After Chen Xiaocao and Lin Zhaodi came over, they heard the mother and son begging for a bowl of thin porridge. They said that the mother and son would always remember the kindness of the porridge, and if their family asked for anything in the future, the mother and son would definitely repay them with all their strength.

When the other party said this, Lin Zhaodi laughed out of anger.

Not to mention giving them a bowl of thin porridge, didn’t you see that there was a large group of refugees in the distance, craning their necks to see the excitement here?

Is this a problem with a bowl of thin porridge?

This is like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth, it will cost the lives of all the young and old in their family!

Who can guarantee that after the food is distributed to the mother and son, more than a hundred refugees in the rear will not rush in to rob them? In the end, not to mention the remaining food, even the mules will be taken away and slaughtered.

What's more, if their family asks for anything in the future, this mother and son will definitely do their best to repay them.

Listen, listen, is this human language?

This is not repaying a favor, it's clearly revenge.

What? A bowl of porridge is just the beginning, right? If their family gave the mother and son a bowl of porridge, it would mean that their family was kind, and the mother and son could stick to their family under the banner of repaying their gratitude.

After all, anyone with eyes could see that the mother and son were completely unable to repay the favor now, so they said they would repay them in the future. That meant that their family would continue to support the mother and son unconditionally until they were able to repay them.

The abacus beads were flying all over Lin Zhaodi's face...

Lin Zhaodi is not as soft-hearted as Miao, who is easily fooled. You have to know that before Lin Xiaoyue came here, she was the only thorn in the third room in the eyes of old lady Lin. Her fighting ability can be said to be inherited from the old lady.

Therefore, Lin Zhaodi immediately and bluntly exposed the hidden thoughts of the mother and son, and scolded them eloquently.

But can someone who stands up to beg for food be easily dismissed with just a few unpleasant words?