In the Central Plains, since spring, there has been no rain in the Central Plains Province for two consecutive months. The patches of grain are gradually withering on the stalks. A huge disaster is brewing silently on this land. It is just a sign of all this. , were temporarily obscured by the smoke of war.
The mountains and rivers were broken, surrounded by enemies on three sides, and half of the province was occupied by the Japanese.
The troubled Central Plains are experiencing the most difficult years in history.
There has been no rain in the spring, and experienced farmers all know that the wheat harvest in the fields this year will never exceed two crops. The Yangtze buckwheat has already smelled the smell of famine.
He looked at the food in the tank and could already count the quantity. Looking at the several mouths waiting for food at home, his frown was squeezed together.
"Dad, while we still have some food at home, let's go north and escape, otherwise the kids will starve to death."
Yang Kuqiao knows the situation of her family very well, and her three children are all at the right age to eat;
I am a grown-up boy who lives in poverty. The land produces only a small amount. Commander Tang sends people down every now and then to collect the anti-war tax. It has been ten years since I received it.
"My dear, it's good to be at home for a hundred days, but it's hard to go out for one day. Those who grow crops will be completely lost if they leave the ground. It's far to the north, and there are many young and old who died on the road."
Tartary buckwheat's mother-in-law became anxious when she saw that he was still cowering. She would starve to death just sitting at home. At least she had one more thought in escaping.
"Dad, the crops in the fields are dry. Where will the harvest come from? I don't want to starve to death at home. If you don't go, I will take the three children with me. Even if we die, we will die on the road."
This time Tartary Buckwheat was dumbfounded. His mother-in-law and child were his thoughts, and the old Yang family was still counting on the children to continue their roots. Tartary Buckwheat had no choice but to respond:
"Zhong, as a mother-in-law like you, I will die even if I die!"
Tonight I will go to the fields to get some green wheat, so that I can put some food on my stomach on the way. I will set off before dawn, so I can’t let Mr. Yang know about it. "
Although it is difficult to leave his homeland, Yang Kuqiao has no choice but to leave his homeland and embark on a long road to escape in order to survive and keep the Yang family's incense.
Tartary buckwheat had a bright mind and knew how to go to the fields to get some green wheat. In order not to be snatched away from the road, he steamed the remaining coarse grains into green wheat cakes overnight, wrapped them in cloth, and left alone. With a few pieces in your arms, this is their life-saving food.
The next day, when it was still dark, Yang Kuqiao and his family embarked on a long journey to escape from famine;
Yang Kuqiao took one more look at his dilapidated home, and a line of tears slid down his pitted cheeks.
"well--"
"His father, let's go!"
Even the last broken family was gone. Yang Poqiao sighed and vomited all the suffering in the world.
"Farmers, there is no way to survive!"
After Yang Kuqiao and his family left the village, they found that the road was full of people fleeing famine. I don’t know who told them that there was someone in Zhongtiao Mountain in the north who was in charge of porridge.
As the word spread, it spread to many people's ears, and it became clear that a group of Bodhisattvas came out of Zhongtiao Mountain to help those in distress. Anyone who passed by would be given pancakes to eat - dry!
"This is definitely a manifestation of the Bodhisattva. In such a situation, even the emperor's family can't afford two meals, right?"
Another person jumped in and said:
"There are still two meals. If you give me one meal, I won't do it even if you give me an emperor!"
After hearing this, Yang Kuqiao touched the pancake in his arms and shrank his body obscenely. He didn't dare to let others know that he was now living a life that only an emperor could have.
The land of the Central Plains began to show an apocalyptic scene. Everywhere you looked, it was yellow and withered. Whole patches of crops were dead, the earth was dry and cracked, and people fleeing to the northwest could not see the horizon at a glance.
Each of them was so thin that they only had two eyes left. This was just the beginning. Not many people had starved to death on the road. Yang Kuqiao was lucky to have listened to his mother-in-law and left the house early. If he didn't set off until he ran out of food, he would have starved to death on the road.
Tartary buckwheat touched his arms again. As long as the pancakes are there, there is hope for Lao Yang's family.
In the past few days, the kids were eating, and he couldn't bear to take a bite. Whenever he was so hungry that he couldn't stand it anymore, he would touch the pancake in his arms, as if it would make him full.
"Dad, you should also eat some. You have to have three advantages and two disadvantages. How can you let me and the kids survive?"
Yang Kuqiao's mother-in-law looked at him with worry. She had discovered that every time Yang Kuqiao ate, he would take it out and smell it, and then hide it quietly.
Yang Kuqiao smiled and said:
"I'm fine. I ate a few handfuls of green wheat in the field before going out. I'm still too hungry. I'll hold on for two more days."
Tartary buckwheat suddenly noticed that his mother-in-law had tears in her eyes. He immediately became anxious and quickly comforted her:
"I'm going to eat. Don't cry, kid. Isn't it okay for me to eat?"
His mother-in-law didn't fall for his trick at all, so she kept staring at her and wouldn't leave until she ate him.
"Hey, you, a prodigal woman, have to let me eat. How expensive is food now?
A vegetable pancake can cost a life, what a pity it is to eat it! "
Yang Kuqiao nagged, but he still didn't bother his mother-in-law. Besides, he was really hungry and couldn't bear it anymore. He magically took out a pancake from his arms, which was the smallest one.
His mother-in-law stared at him while he ate it, but he couldn't play any tricks anymore, so he stuffed it into his mouth and took a bite. It was so delicious that he couldn't remember how long it had been since he had eaten wheat pancakes. It really tasted like an emperor.
"Good Samaritans, please be kind and share some food with us, we are so hungry!"
Yang Kuqiao had just swallowed a mouthful of wheat pancake. An old lady of unknown age held a little girl who was so hungry that only her head was left, and looked at the pancake in his hand tremblingly.
Yang Kuqiao secretly said:
"It's broken. I didn't show my wealth to anyone. Now it's seen by others. It's all my fault that my mother, a prodigal woman, has to force myself to eat the cake."
Thinking of this, he was about to swallow the pancake in one bite, but when it reached his mouth, he stopped again. Xiao Nizi was as old as his third child, but except for her head, which was as big as her, she was so thin that even half of her body was Mostly not.
He was also someone who had experienced famine. He could tell at a glance that Nizi was starving to death. If she didn't eat anymore, she would really starve to death - a life!
"well!"
Yang Kuqiao sighed, broke off half of the pancake, and handed it to the little girl.
The little girl took it timidly, her throat moving up and down. She was suppressing the desire to eat. She turned around and handed the cake to the old man:
"Grandma, you eat!"
The old man shook his head and said:
"Three girls eat, grandma is not hungry!"
The child is always a child, and finally stuffed the pancake into his mouth...
"well!"
Yang Kuqiao sighed again, divided half of the cake in his hand and handed it to the old man.
And he quickly swallowed the remaining half - the wealth should not be exposed!
When they were on the road again, there were two more mouths, an old man and a young man, beside them. The kind-hearted Tartary Buckwheat couple still couldn't bear to leave the poor old man and young man behind. Even the second child, who usually couldn't bear the most hunger, had to save money every day. The second half of the pancake was given to the three girls, and they supported each other and continued northward.
"well!"
A few days later, the Yang family finally ran out of food, but Yang Kuqiao's family had no regrets. At worst, they would all have died on the road. They really couldn't bear to see two people starve to death in front of their eyes.
There was a sudden commotion in front of him. More and more deserters were running towards the distance with difficulty. Yang Kuqiao didn't know what happened.
Fortunately, a voice soon clarified his doubts.
"The Bodhisattva has appeared! The Bodhisattva has appeared! There is hot porridge to drink!"
