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

Above the mountains and forests, facing the light of the morning sun.

Wang Jizu searched all the way.

I saw two pheasants, but I didn't find any pheasant eggs or any water source.

Do you want to go to the back mountain to take a look? Wang Jizu thought of the spring that Shen Qian had found in the back mountain before, and his heart was moved.

But he quickly dismissed the idea.

When Uncle Jia Shan came back, he told them about the fierce battle between a tiger and a wild boar near the spring. If they hadn't taken advantage of the opportunity and encountered the two of them attacking madly together, at least two or three of the dozen people would have died there.

He shook his head and sighed, and as he walked forward, he suddenly hit his head with something.

Round.

Look up.

It turned out to be a bunch of pears!

Looking closely, I found that there was a huge pear tree hidden here, with dozens of fruits on it.

The water was not found, but with this pear, it would be more useful than finding some water!

Thinking of this, Wang Jizu climbed up the tree and cut off the branches full of fruits one by one.

Throw it on the ground.

After the entire tree looked bare, it slowly slid down from the tree.

He tidied up the branches full of fruits and dragged them down the mountain.

Although some fruits were bumped and fell on the road.

But most of the fruits were brought down the mountain safely.

"Brother Jizu, you're back!" A child in his early teens saw Wang Jizu coming back dragging a branch and immediately shouted excitedly.

Hearing the voice, everyone looked towards Wang Jizu.

Village chief Wang Dakuo breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that his third son was not injured!

"I found a pear tree!"

"Grandpa!" Wang Jizu dragged the branch to Wang Dakuo, his face full of joy.

But his joyful report was not met with praise, but an angry reprimand:

"Dozens of people are going out, and you're just walking deep into the mountains!"

"Why? To show off your hunting skills after years of training with Jia Shan?"

"You ignorant fellow, I'll beat you to death!"

As he said that, he picked up a branch full of pears and hit Wang Jizu's butt hard several times.

It hurts but doesn't hurt.

Even after being beaten, Wang Jizu still looked at his grandfather with a smile on his face.

This made Wang Dakuo angry and resentful.

"Smile laugh!"

"I'll make you laugh!" Wang Dakuo said, pretending to hit him again.

Wang Mang, who was standing by, hurried over to try to stop the fight.

He snatched the branch from Grandpa Wang Dakuo's hand and shouted to his younger brother Wang Jizu:

"Hurry up and apologize to Grandpa."

"Don't be so reckless next time!"

"We just killed a wolf on that mountain. Grandpa is worried about you!"

Wang Jizu saw that his elder brother kept winking at him, so he was certainly not stupid.

Begging for mercy again and again.

This made Wang Dakuo's expression look better.

"Pick ten large pears and send them to Wang Shen's family."

"Okay!" Wang Jizu responded and picked pears from the branches.

After picking ten big pears, he put them directly in his clothes pocket and ran towards the ox cart where Shen Qian was.

Seeing that Shen Qian was still asleep, he threw the pear directly into the gap of the ox cart.

At the same time, he did not forget to ask Wang Wu:

"When Auntie wakes up, remember to remind her to eat it while it's fresh!"

After giving the instructions, he ran back to his grandfather.

The village chief looked at the pears, kept a few for himself, and then continued to say to Wang Jizu:

"Send these to your Uncle Jiashan, Uncle Erhu, and Uncle Daniu."

"As for the remaining small ones, divide them among the little ones."

"Okay, grandpa." Wang Jizu said, and began to divide the pears according to grandpa's request.

The children gathered together, five or six or even ten people sharing a small pear, and each person only got a small bite!

But those who ate it all had a look of deep joy on their faces!

For children of that era, only a few could eat a pear on a regular basis, let alone escape famine.

......

The words are divided into two parts.

Outside the Beiliang Pass.

As the sun rose, the barbarian army organized another siege!

Because the northern city wall directly faces the barbarian commander's camp, the chief eunuch Liang Zhaozhong is in charge personally.

After hearing the news of the barbarian attack, he immediately arranged for archers to move forward.

Even if the barbarians are wearing full armor, they cannot avoid the rain of arrows!

Otherwise, wouldn’t the arrows stored in the city be wasted?

"Gold juice!"

"Stone!"

"Push down the siege ladders they've set up!"

Orders were issued one after another in an orderly manner from Liang Zhaozhong's mouth.

Eight hours of fierce battle!

Those barbarians seemed to have endless energy.

Fight to the death and never retreat!

The city walls were already filled with corpses!

Only about fifty young eunuchs were left following closely behind the chief eunuch Liang Zhaozhong.

"Could it be that this group of barbarians intends to break through the pass in one day!" Liang Zhaozhong roared angrily, and swung his sword again to kill a barbarian. The palm of his hand was hurt by the armor.

A quarter of an hour later, a young eunuch came running hurriedly from the corridor.

Liang Zhaozhong just glanced at him and asked sternly:

"Report on the situation at the South City Gate!"

"Grand Steward!" The young eunuch knelt down immediately after seeing Liang Zhaozhong, and reported with a mournful face:

"General Qiu Rongxuan, the garrison commander of the South City Gate, has surrendered to the enemy!"

As soon as these words came out.

The swords in the hands of the defending soldiers all stopped.

Surrender to the enemy...?

Doesn't that mean that they have no way to retreat and are attacked from both sides?

When Liang Zhaozhong heard the eunuch's report, he cursed in a low voice:

"Damn it!"

"How dare Qiu Rongxuan betray the country!"

"General Manager... Beiliang Pass has been lost, let's retreat!" A eunuch guarding Liang Zhaozhong advised.

As soon as he finished speaking, the remaining dozens of eunuchs followed suit.

Listen to their noisy voices ringing in my ears.

Liang Zhaozhong only felt a burning pain on his face.

He had just said that he would die for his country, but he was stabbed in the back by his stupid teammate.

Shame!

Looking at the barbarian who was still killing Daliang soldiers on the city wall, his eyes were full of unwillingness.

He shouted sharply:

"Fight to the death! Don't retreat!"

As soon as the words fell, the morale, which had already hit rock bottom, rose again.

The Daliang soldiers who were about to put down their weapons tightened their weapons again and fought with the barbarians.

At the critical moment of the battle, Liang Zhaozhong only felt a pain in his neck.

Darkness enveloped my vision.

Before he completely lost consciousness, he heard a hurried voice urging him:

"Quickly take the chief steward away! Daliang can do without us, but it can never do without the chief steward!"

"The Za family is the rear guard!"

......

On August 26, the fourth year of Emperor Mu of Daliang, Beiliang Pass was lost due to the surrender of the generals!

The chief eunuch Liang Zhaozhong has disappeared.

That night, Wang Shen and his group traveled quickly in Beiyun County.

Shen Qian looked at the crisp pears on the cart and asked Wang Wu:

"Who gave this?"

"My step-grandfather gave it to me." When Wang Wu heard his mother asking him, it took him a moment to realize that his mother was talking about the crisp pear, and he responded immediately.

Seeing this, Shen Qian took the crisp pear in her hand and took a light bite.

not bad!

Crisp and sweet.

It would be nice if we had more of this stuff.

Not only can it fill your stomach, but it can also replenish your water!

It took six consecutive days for the Wangjia Village group to reach the border of Beiyun County!

We encountered several small groups of refugees from Beiyun County on the way, but we never found any water!

The reserve water on Shen Qian's mobile water truck was also running out.

An old lady in her fifties walked up to Shen Qian and asked softly:

"Wang Shenshi, is the water still abundant?"

“Can you spare some?”