Others are fleeing famine, but I am a salted fish

After several days of this, everyone was so hungry that their hands and feet were weak and they were exhausted. For some unknown reason, someone collapsed, vomiting and having diarrhea. The lingering sour smell made Maizi cry non-stop.

For some reason, Lin Dahua felt a strong sense of uneasiness in her heart, and subconsciously hugged Maizi and stayed away from the crowd.

She did not rashly change the route, nor did she blindly flee into the mountains. Instead, she chose a more remote mountain road and followed the fleeing group from a long distance.

Gradually, more and more people fell down, some could never stand up again, and some were abandoned by their families as a burden.

Those who were still alive did not want to wait for death, but their families did not leave them any food when they fled. So, those who were unwilling to die just like that were so hungry that they dug up the bodies of the newly dead and ate them secretly.

Later, some people thought that since the people around them would be eaten after they died anyway, it would be better to eat them before they were completely cold...

The disaster became more and more serious, and then people started to eat it while it was fresh. The more they ate, the worse it got, and the worse it got...

The desolate land was like hell on earth. The wind howled like a wolf, stirring up clouds of dust that covered the mess of corpses and cruel blood.

The thin Lin Dahua, holding the one-year-old baby Maizi in her arms, looked haggard. No matter where she went, her eyes were filled with panic and fatigue.

Xiaomaizi grabbed her mother's collar and clung tightly to her mother. Her big eyes looked around blankly. From time to time, she would slap her mother's arm and hum incoherently, shouting "Dad... Dad..."

However, the only response she got was her mother's skinny and trembling arms.

Maizi was still young. When she couldn't find the person she wanted or when she was hungry, she would cry. She cried during the day and at night. Wherever she went, she could hear Maizi's cry.

Lin Dahua dared not let anyone hear her crying, so she could only cover her little mouth. Before the hungry victims found her and her child, she was forced to move away from the official road little by little.

Later, heavy rain blocked the road, and there were lightning, thunder, and heavy rain. The mother and daughter huddled under a dry tree hole and stayed there for more than half a month.

For more than half a month, Lin Dahua hugged the wheat and curled up in a tree hole that was less than one and a half meters high and wide, unable to even straighten her body.

Sometimes the wind was strong and cold rain poured into the tree hole. Lin Dahua protected the wheat under her body and used a dirty and tattered quilt she picked up from Linjia Village to wrap the wheat tightly, fearing that the weak wheat would be attacked by the wind and rain. She turned her back to the outside and tried her best to block the hole that was leaking wind and rain with her body.

At some point, Lin Dahua's body temperature began to drop little by little. The rain and wind beat mercilessly on her body, making her shiver with cold. In a daze, she seemed to hear the crying of wheat.

She opened her eyes with great effort, moved her numb fingertips, and whispered to Maizi in a weak and hoarse voice through the thin quilt.

She knew that she must have caught a cold and had a fever.

But the rain was pouring down so fast that she had no time to collect firewood for making a fire. She could only use the clay pot to collect rainwater with her hands.

She had no medicine or doctor, so even though she felt weak and achy all over, she could only grit her teeth and hold on.

Whenever Maizi was hungry, she would mix food and water together, chew it into pieces, and then feed it into Maizi's mouthful one by one.

The mother and daughter cuddled together, counting the time day by day in fear. They didn't know how they made it through in the end, but fortunately, they finally had the chance to see the sunny day again after more than half a month's absence.

Lin Dahua climbed out of the tree hole using her hands and feet, holding the wheat. She hugged the wheat tightly and couldn't help crying with joy.

She thought that the road ahead would not be more difficult than this. But the reality told her that all this was just the beginning.

The mother and son stayed where they were for another two days, waiting for their bodies to adjust before they continued on their journey with unsteady steps.

After the heavy rain, the scorching sun burned the earth, and the temperature was so high that it could kill people.

The dried-up river revealed its cracked riverbed, and the trees on both sides of the official road were ripped down by hungry refugees, leaving only bare trunks.

Lin Dahua's hands and feet were weak and she could no longer hold Xiaomaizi. She could only tie her tightly to her back with a bag and then cover her softly with a torn quilt to block some of the scorching heat from her.

Xiaomaizi probably knew that crying and making a fuss would not help him find the person, so he slowly stopped shouting "Dad... Dad..." He only cried sometimes because of hunger, and sometimes fell asleep because of exhaustion.

On the way, they encountered ferocious wild dogs. There were not many of them, only a handful, but they were enough to scare Lin Dahua to death.

She protected the wheat, holding the broken branches in her hands, her eyes were blurred by tears and snot, but she gritted her teeth and refused to let herself scream.

After an unknown amount of time of confrontation, the wild dog seemed to have lost interest in the skinny mother and daughter. It just watched from a distance for a while before turning away.

However, a greater crisis awaits them ahead.

……

That night, after they fell asleep, the mother and son were surrounded by a group of hungry people.

There was a green light of excitement and greed in the eyes of those hungry people. They were eager to snatch a glimmer of life and hope from the mother and daughter.

Lin Dahua protected the wheat tightly and waved the dead branches and firewood that were burned red by the flames with all her strength.

Faced with seven or eight beasts that looked like wolves and tigers with murderous eyes, she was careless and had her wheat robbed.

The beasts trampled her under their feet and threatened arrogantly to throw Mai to death in front of her.

What could restrain a mother more than her children? Lin Dahua endured the humiliation, prostrated herself on the ground, and begged them to let her go, even if it was just her child.

But those cruel beasts held her down harshly, and in that dark night without a ray of light, she was raped by them.

They abused her brutally like crazy, letting her scream, beg, cry and struggle, only to receive even more brutal treatment in return.

After the extreme pain passed, all that was left in Lin Dahua's mind was numbness and despair. She gave up struggling, her tears had long since dried up, and her empty eyes stared fixedly at the endless night sky that was like an abyss.

She didn't know what she had done wrong and why she had to endure such cruel treatment. Lin Dahua felt that her life was slipping away, but that feeling was not scary at all. On the contrary, it made her feel relieved.

On the verge of life and death, the abuse on his body had not yet ended, and the beasts took turns bullying him like crazy.

The wheat that was thrown aside, waiting to be put into the boiling pot, cried weakly, "... cold... cold..."

……wheat

...calling her

……wheat……

Her wheat is calling her

She can't die yet

Lin Dahua turned her head and looked up at Maizi who was crying beside the fire. Two men were holding up her pants. One was stirring the soup pot, and the other was holding Xiaomaizi's ankles and lifting her up like a chicken...