In the years of famine, the knife in my mother's hand is not bad either

"Cook a small bowl of corn porridge." Wang Dakuo sighed and had to give in.

You can't scold your own child for outsiders in front of so many people, right?

As a parent, who wouldn’t be selfish as long as their children are good?

"Okay!" Wang Jizu listened and did not refuse.

After all, his grandfather is the village chief.

"So do you want to borrow some grain?" Wang Laizi's father shouted at Wang Miaomiao.

When Wang Miaomiao opened her eyes hard, she was blocked by a red mist.

I couldn't see Wang Laizi's father's face at all.

But to survive.

She can only borrow this grain, she must borrow it!

"I'll borrow it!" Wang Miaomiao gritted her teeth and spat out two words.

When Wang Laizi's father saw this, his face was immediately filled with joy.

He is not afraid that Wang Shen's daughter will not be able to pay back the grain she borrows. How rich is Wang Shen now?

He had been jealous for a long time.

When Wang Miaomiao can't pay it back, he will naturally have plenty of ways to ask Wang Shen to pay it back.

As for the letter of severing ties?

What use is that thing to scoundrels like them! Wang Laizi thought to himself, without even asking Wang Miaomiao how much she planned to borrow.

He ran happily towards their small wooden cart.

He lifted a bag of corn weighing 100 kilograms directly from the car.

Wang Laizi was guarding the cart when he saw his grandfather running out like crazy with a bag of over a hundred pounds of old corn.

Anxious in my heart:

"Hey!"

"Grandpa, what are you doing?"

"We only have 200 kilograms of corn left at home."

Listening to his son's screams, Wang Laizi's father felt a surge of inexplicable anger in his heart:

"If you hadn't stolen the money from home to spend at the brothel."

"Why would I sell all the food in my house?"

"Snapped!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Laizi's father slapped him directly in the face.

Wang Laizi felt pain, covered his face and screamed!

"I really should have given it to you back then..." Wang Laizi's father cursed and left him.

Wang Laizi was left sitting on the ground, feeling a buzzing in his ears.

Return to Wang Miaomiao.

Wang Laizi's father threw a bag of 100 kilograms of corn in front of Wang Miaomiao, with a smile on his face:

"A total of one hundred kilograms of millet, according to the loan rules, nine out of 13 returns."

"I'll give you 100 kilograms, and you have to pay me back 150 kilograms in a month."

"If you can't pay it back, you'll get compound interest according to the rules."

His flattering look made Wang Miaomiao feel deeply disgusted from the bottom of her heart.

But she forced herself to take the corn from him.

For some reason, she kept trying to rub her eyes for a long time.

But what I saw was always blurry.

More than one meter away, no distinction can be made between humans and animals!

Only an outline can be seen within one meter.

If there was a fire, she could see farther.

"Are I too tired?" Wang Miaomiao thought to herself.

Sitting there holding the bag of corn.

I do not know how long it has been.

Wang Jizu brought over a bowl of corn porridge and handed it to Wang Miaomiao.

Wang Miaomiao took the corn porridge and was not polite.

He drank it in big gulps.

A whole bowl of corn porridge, very thick and even a little warm.

But Wang Miaomiao swallowed it all in just a few seconds.

Her appetite, which had been hungry for a long time, finally improved a little.

Feeling the warmth rising up, Wang Miaomiao fell asleep hugging the corn bag.

This... is her food.

She slept very terrified and dreamed of her mother.

I dreamed of Lin Ze.

I dreamed of Old Mrs. Lin.

In the dream, Old Mrs. Lin kept trying to bring her and Lin Ze together, but A Niang kept trying to stop them.

They were obviously going to get married.

However, A'niang made a scene on the wedding day and refused to get married.

At this moment, Wang Miaomiao woke up from her sleep.

Cold sweat was pouring down his body, and he kept rubbing his hands over his body, trying to get rid of the sweat.

After a long time, she finally opened her eyes and looked towards the direction where the sun was setting, but she found that she could not even see the outline of the sun.

Look down and around.

Still can't see clearly!

Wang Miaomiao felt a little flustered.

She wanted to stand up, but she felt weak inside and couldn't get up immediately.

It can be seen how serious the physical overdraft was during this journey of fleeing famine.

"Miaomiao." Just when Wang Miaomiao was struggling over what to do, the voice of the village chief Wang Dakuo came into her ears.

Wang Miaomiao looked in the direction where the voice came from, and found ten thousand bowls of corn porridge forced into her hand.

Holding the bowl, I feel the warmth coming from it.

Wang Miaomiao just felt that her whole body was warmed.

"Thank you, Uncle Dakuo." Wang Miaomiao said.

Wang Dakuo waved his hand indifferently and said:

"Eat it!"

"It's just a bowl of corn porridge."

"Later, you can go to my ox cart and ride on it for two days to recuperate."

This sudden concern pulled Wang Miaomiao, who had fallen to the bottom of the abyss, out of the abyss.

"Hmm." Wang Miaomiao didn't know how to respond, so she could only lower her head and make a soft acknowledgment in her throat.

With the help of the village chief Wang Dakuo, Wang Miaomiao's 100 kilograms of old corn and herself were put on the village chief's ox cart.

Sitting on the ox cart, Wang Miaomiao hugged her knees with her hands and buried her face very low.

No matter what people around her said to her, she automatically blocked them out and ignored them completely.

Seeing this, the people in the village also stayed away from her and didn't want to bother her.

......

The other side.

The eight members of the Lin family, who had snatched food from Wang Miaomiao, hid together, made a fire, brushed the pot with oil, and poured corn directly into it.

Fried corn!

Eat it when it's cooked. Even though it tastes terrible, it's much better than wasting water to cook rice.

Old Mrs. Lin rubbed the place where the refugees had stepped on, and kept humming.

When I looked up, I saw my own Sanlang sitting in the corner with a depressed look on his face.

Unhappy cursed:

"Look at you, you're so disappointing."

"You are already a student. When you pass the imperial examination, how can an orphan like her be worthy of you?"

"Besides, look at how distorted she is. There's no way she can be fixed. You'll be miserable if you live with a woman with loose skin who can't breastfeed!"

Lin Ze's face turned red after hearing what his mother said.

But he was powerless to refute it.

It was only after seeing Wang Miaomiao's shattered appearance that he completely gave up on her.

But now, when I sat down and looked at the corn being frying in the pot, which I had snatched from Wang Miaomiao, I always felt that I had killed this childhood sweetheart.

Guilt is at work.

"Ah!" Lin Ze sighed and said submissively to Old Lady Lin:

"I understand, Mother."

"When I reach the southern border, I will study hard to gain a good reputation and win a good name for my Lin family."

"That's right." Old Mrs. Lin snorted and continued to rub the places that were stepped on.

I hated those refugees to the extreme.

After dinner, we took a rest again, and the sky gradually darkened.

The family of eight then decided to hit the road.

Because there were children and a small cart, and there was only one male in the family who was weak, the burden of labor fell on his two sisters-in-law.

But in order not to be caught up by the barbarians, they used all their strength to hurry on.

Don't dare to slack off at all.

After the sun completely sets.

I walked forward for about an hour again, and then I felt dazed.

Old Mrs. Lin saw patches of fire.

"Mom, do you want to come over?" the eldest daughter-in-law asked Old Lady Lin:

"Let's go on our own. If we run into some strong men, we'll probably get robbed..."

The eldest daughter-in-law has this kind of worry, and so does Old Mrs. Lin.

But her chest still aches when she thinks of the group of refugees who fled.

"Let's go and take a look." Old Mrs. Lin had a gloomy face and sighed. The eight old, weak, women and children...still bowed to reality.