Traveling through the 1940s, the whole village was massacred at the beginning

Jiang Jiyun, Ma Chao and others hurriedly packed their luggage and set off for the place He Runming mentioned. The moonlight sprinkled on the country road, illuminating their way forward.

As time was running out, they decided to take turns sleeping on the wooden cart and continue their journey. As the wheels rolled forward, after a night of travel, the sky finally turned pale.

At this time, they came to the nearest county town to their destination. Looking at the closed city gates, they could only stop and wait patiently for the moment when the city gates opened.

Xu Fan took Dong Duoyu to the city gate to inquire about the situation from the people queuing up. Under the cover of Ma Chao and others, Jiang Jiyun put away the four carriages, leaving only Moo Moo pulling the carriage.

Jiang Jiyun, who had been lying quietly on the wooden cart pulled by Moo, began to twist restlessly.

Jiang Wenming, who was lying beside him, noticed something was wrong, sat up and asked with concern: "Xiao Yun, what's wrong with you? Do you need to solve the problem?"

Hearing this, Jiang Jiyun seemed to be liberated, and quickly climbed up from the wooden cart and responded: "Okay, I do want to poop."

Just as the two were walking carefully through the dry grass, an accident happened. With a scream of "Ouch", Jiang Wenming, holding Jiang Jiyun's body, suddenly leaned forward, and the two were unprepared and fell to the ground in an instant.

"Sorry! I'm so sorry! Are you two okay? The old man suddenly showed up just now and I'm afraid you got scared!" An old man with wrinkled face and gray hair slowly and laboriously sat up from the grass, apologizing to the two men continuously while patting the dirt off his body with his hands.

Hearing the sound, Jiang Jiyun and Jiang Wenming, who were originally on edge and holding weapons ready to deal with emergencies, relaxed instantly and quickly hid the weapons in their hands behind their backs.

Jiang Wenming scratched his head and said with a little embarrassment and apology: "Oh, uncle, I'm so sorry. I was walking too fast just now and accidentally stepped on you. Are you okay?"

The old man waved his hands, sighed and said, "Oh, kid, it's okay. It's okay even if you step on me to death!"

When Jiang Wenming heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He asked hurriedly, "Master, how can you say that? What happened? How can you be so upset?"

The old man raised his head and looked at the patch of grass in front of him that had turned yellow and withered. He explained in a heavy voice, "Of the large patches of withered grass around here, only this small patch is left. The grass in other places has been dug up by the roots and eaten by people to satisfy their hunger!"

"I'm old, and my teeth are so rotten that I can't chew hard things. The food at home was taken away by the devils. I had no choice but to run here and lie down to wait for death. Who would have thought that I would scare you two children!"

After saying that, the old man stretched out his hands, which were as dry as branches, and gently stroked the dead grass beside him that had long lost its vitality.

"Uncle, it's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death. This will eventually pass." Jiang Jiyun's eyes became moist as he looked at the old man.

"Those who are wealthy are immersed in fine clothes and delicious food all day long and lead a life of extravagance. But for poor people like us at the bottom of the country, being able to have a bite of steamed corn bread to fill our stomachs is already a great happiness and satisfaction." The old man looked into the distance towards the city gate, his eyes revealing endless sorrow and helplessness.

He continued slowly, "The masters and ladies of those wealthy families have delicious food every day, with tables filled with delicious dishes. But what about us? We just want to fill our stomachs."

The old man sighed deeply and continued, "In my entire life, I have worked hard day and night, trying every possible way just to survive."

"But life in this world is so difficult. No matter how hard we try, life is still very tight. The Japanese raids have made it difficult for us to even have enough food and clothing."

"I even feel that living is a kind of torture, a painful torment..." When he said this, the old man couldn't help but wipe the turbid tears from the corners of his eyes with his calloused hands.

Jiang Jiyun listened to the old man's words patiently and couldn't help asking, "Uncle, have you ever been to school? What you just said is so profound."

The old man sighed and said slowly, "Oh, back then, my father was a serious scholar! I also read some books like the Four Books and Five Classics. It's a pity that this knowledge didn't allow me to find a good job to support my family!"

"Tell me, I have been an honest and upright person all my life and have never done anything that is harmful to others, but why is my life so difficult?" As he spoke, the old man raised his head, looked at the boundless sky with a dull gaze, and muttered to himself.

When Jiang Jiyun heard him say this, a scene from a play by Lao She suddenly emerged in his mind - the old man in his seventies, with tears in his eyes and a trembling voice, uttered the heartbreaking words: "I love our country, but who loves me?"

At this moment, this situation and this scene are surprisingly similar to what this old man is experiencing.

Jiang Jiyun whispered to the old man, "Uncle, please go home quickly! We just got the news that the guerrillas have successfully seized a large amount of food from the devils, and they are going to distribute the food to our poor people.

As long as you return home and bring your household registration certificate, you can receive your share of relief food. Here, take this small cloth bag. It probably contains a few pounds of cornmeal, which should be enough to support you through the next few days. You will definitely wait until the guerrillas distribute food." After saying this, Jiang Jiyun handed the heavy small cloth bag in his hand to the old man.

This time she plans to leave a large amount of food here, and the guerrillas will definitely distribute it to the people. Everyone will definitely get through this difficult time.

"This... this is not allowed, you..." The old man looked at the cloth bag and refused.

Seeing that the old man was ready to starve to death but was still refusing food, Jiang Wenming said, "Uncle, we are all soldiers. We are doing our best to kill the devils so that the people of our country can live a peaceful life. Please believe us, we will succeed one day!"

"Thank you, thank you, woooo..." The old man cried loudly while holding the cloth bag.

Jiang Jiyun couldn't bear it any longer as he held his stomach, so he quickly ran to the other side behind a leafless dead tree to solve his physiological problem.

When she came out, she only saw Jiang Wenming. "Uncle, is that old man gone?"

"Well, do you have enough food for disaster relief this time?" Jiang Wenming was still thinking about what Jiang Jiyun had said before.

"Yes, it is definitely enough." Jiang Jiyun answered affirmatively.

When the two men returned to the team, they saw a group of Japanese devils coming out of the city.

"Let's go into the city first. You leave some weapons and ammunition for Xu Fan and the others, and then follow me out of the city to deliver the weapons and ammunition to the guerrillas. We will work together from inside and outside to take down the county town!" Ma Chao whispered in Jiang Jiyun's ear.