Traveling through troubled times, he fled with his stepson

The refugees first heard that thirty miles to the west, someone was robbing the rich to give to the poor and distributing food. When these extremely hungry people heard this, they immediately became chaotic and surrounded the person who was speaking to them.

The person who was speaking was sent down by a rope thrown from the city wall.

His figure as he went down attracted the refugees below, so they gathered around him, and unexpectedly heard what this man said.

"Are you serious? Are there really people distributing food thirty miles to the west?"

"Make sure it's true. Our superiors said so. The two people who just came here are the ones who brought this news to the superiors!"

The soldier explained.

"Why should we trust you? If you trick us into going west, we won't even have a place to stay like this."

The soldier was ordered to come out to remind them with good intentions. If it weren't for his duty, he would even want to go and take a look.

I never thought I would be questioned.

"What kind of shelter is this? If a war breaks out, you will suffer. Besides, there are so many of you, can't you split half of them to investigate? See if it's true or not?"

Some of these refugees were almost alive and could barely speak, but they still didn't believe that these officers and soldiers could be so kind.

"If you are really so kind, why didn't you take us in for such a long time? Why don't you act like a good person and tell us there is food over there?"

The soldier really rolled his eyes. Why couldn’t these refugees make sense?

“No, the two people who just came said so to our city lord, and I am speaking on behalf of our city lord.

If our city lord wasn't kind, he wouldn't have made deals with others and protected a bunch of you who have no connection with him!"

The soldier couldn't bear to hear these people talking like that, so he continued to speak steadily: "Of course there is no such thing as a free lunch in the world. Those two people said that if you go over and get food, you will become their soldier. You will have enough food, but you will also have to go to the battlefield."

After saying this, he looked at the group of people, and seeing that they were still unmoved, he turned around and was about to leave.

When he turned around, he was still a little nervous and his heart was pounding, afraid that he would be exposed.

He said all these according to what the man in front of the city lord taught him. No matter whether these people believed it or not, he just left impatiently after saying these words.

The soldier remembered all the most annoying things in his life, including the fact that the fat man who slept next door had eaten half of his treasured bun.

When I thought about this, the impatience in my eyes almost overflowed. It didn't seem like I was acting.

As he turned around and was about to grab the rope, the refugees behind him quickly grabbed his belt and said flatteringly: "Sir, please be kind and tell us the truth. Is it true that someone is distributing food thirty miles to the west?"

"Really, it can't be true."

"It's just that the food is not very good, and you have to fight for the rice. Think about it yourself. You will die anyway. Do you want to fight for yourself and have food to eat every day in the future, or stay here and become a sacrifice when the two armies fight."

After saying that, he grabbed the rope without any reluctance. Seeing this, the people above hurriedly pulled the rope and pulled him up.

Seeing this, some of the refugees began to get anxious.

Some people were afraid that it was a trap, thinking that these big shots were planning something and wanted to get something from them.

However, some people believed what the soldier said just now. His impatient look and the fact that they had to pay a price to eat in the past were all reasons for them to believe.

What else can people care about them? It's nothing more than their lives. If they really wanted to join the army in the past, at least they would have something to eat, and if they were lucky, they could survive to an unknown time.

"I'm not afraid. I'll go and take a look. I have to get something to eat for my mother. I have to go..."

Among the refugees, there was a half-grown boy who supported his old mother, and the two of them walked westward with unsteady steps.

The sky was dark blue and dawn seemed to be approaching.

The young man probably didn't have much strength left. Although he was supported, he was only holding on with one breath.

He didn't dare to leave his mother behind, because if she stayed here, she would definitely be remembered by others.

It's not like this has never happened on the road.

Although there are only one or two cases, it is enough.

The young man led my mother away with determination, and even those who were already somewhat wavering became more determined.

"It's death anyway, so what difference does it make how you die?"

As he said this, he followed the direction of the young man.

Once there was one, there would be another. More and more people followed, but most of them still stayed where they were.

These people simply think that among those who leave, one or two people will come back, whether for good or bad.

They can stay and wait for news.

Li Yuan was standing on the city wall. His eyes slid across the refugees, moved away from the dawn sky, and fell on the fluttering flags.

Something suddenly occurred to him.

This is the flag of Tianqi Kingdom.

Maybe he needs a new flag, with the wind blowing over it, leading one group of people after another.

The young man who left first took every step with great difficulty. After all, he was just a half-grown boy, he hadn't had a good meal for several days, and the strength his mother could exert was getting smaller and smaller, so small that he was almost dragged away.

He stumbled over a stone on the road, and he and his mother stumbled and fell to the ground.

Ignoring the pain in his body, he quickly got up to check on his mother. His mother groaned slightly due to the heavy fall.

The boy took a few steps forward and helped his mother up.

Because of fleeing famine and exile, my mother's hands and face, which had rarely worked, became chapped, and big cuts appeared on her lips and hands.

His round face became so thin that even his bones were visible.

He held up his mother's hand with trembling hands. If he hadn't heard the muffled groan, he would have even thought that his mother was dead.

"Mom, mom, can you hear me? They said there is someone delivering food ahead. He is a good man who robs the rich and helps the poor. He said there will be food as long as we go over there."

"mother……"

The young boy called out to the only relative left in his arms, and finally he couldn't resist the fear and cried out.

The woman in his arms seemed to slowly open her eyes and look at her son because of the word "mother".

The people around gathered around, and the man who followed at first wanted to lend a hand, but the young man ruthlessly brushed him away: "No one is allowed to touch my mother—"

"Can you lift it without moving? Come on, there's still some distance left. Let's hold on a little longer. Even if we have to die, we have to know clearly what's going on, right?"

The man said this unhappily, but in the end he didn't blame the boy for not being a kind person, because cannibalism is not uncommon.

The first people to eat it are children, and after them are the elderly who don’t have a good taste.

Although you can still chew some tree bark now, it’s not completely gone.