The old village chief reassured him again and again.
It was not easy to appease the village chief of Huangcun.
When the old village chief turned around and walked into the crowd again.
Looking at the hysterical Zhao Laosan, there was only endless frost in his eyes.
At this moment, the old village chief had murderous intentions in his heart!
Aren’t you, Zhao Laosan, reluctant to part with your son? Then die for your son!
Looking at the frost-covered eyes around him.
Zhao Laosan became even more crazy, yelling continuously and waving the broken porcelain pieces in his hand crazily.
Trying to scare people away in this way.
Xu Yi in the crowd glanced at the people who were about to have a conflict.
He stretched out his hand to pull Zhao Shou and slowly backed away.
There is no need to look at what happened next.
As for the cause and effect, Xu Yi has already seen it clearly and clearly.
It's nothing more than exchanging children between two villages.
At first, Xu Yi thought about saving the little boy who became someone else's food.
But after hearing that the little boy had also eaten human flesh.
Xu Yi gave up trying to save people.
Without him, anyone who has eaten human flesh will, without exception, get prions.
People with prions may develop symptoms in up to six months.
In a year at most, he will die immediately.
This virus has a 100% fatality rate even in later generations with advanced medical standards.
Not to mention the Zhou Dynasty, which was still in the feudal era.
"Sixth Master."
Zhao Shou looked at Xu Yi who was pulling him back slowly and asked in a low voice: "The child will be eaten, right?"
Hear the words.
Xu Yi stopped and looked at Zhao Shou solemnly: "It will be eaten. Even if the child is not eaten, he will die in a year at most."
Looking at Zhao Shou who was gradually unable to accept the reality.
Xu Yi felt a little helpless, Zhao Shou felt uncomfortable, and so did he.
Zhao Shouyou comforted himself, but who would comfort him.
Xu Yi looked at Zhao Shou who had a puzzled face and explained the matter of prions in the simplest words.
A vague expression of understanding flashed across Zhao Shou's face.
Then he asked: "What Mr. Liu means is that as long as people eat people, they will definitely get this disease, and there is no way to cure this disease, right?"
Although it was cruel, Xu Yi still nodded.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Shou asked again in a low voice: "But Mr. Liu, I'm afraid that many of the people in Guanzhong have eaten people. If this is true, what... what should the people of Guanzhong do? "
Xu Yi raised his head and glanced at the sunny sky.
He whispered: "So, God didn't give us enough time."
If there is any way, who would be willing to exchange children for food?
And when did things really get bad?
Ever since Zhou Qiping was executed by his entire family!
Xu Yi firmly believed that there would not be too many such situations when Zhou Qiping was still alive.
After Zhou Qiping's death, disaster relief fell into a state of semi-paralysis.
In this case, the number of people exchanging food for food will increase on a large scale.
Things went full circle and finally returned to the topic of disaster relief.
Xu Yi let out a heavy breath. God knows how complicated Xu Yi's heart was at this moment.
Disaster relief! Disaster relief! Disaster relief!
There is really no time to slow down!
Xu Yi took a few deep breaths and said calmly: "Let's go!"
This is not the end of Xu Yi's inspection.
Naturally, this is not the end of exchange for food.
In the next few hours.
The master and servant visited almost half of Xuanping Gate.
Along the way, they saw too many children kneeling on the ground placing bids and selling their heads.
I saw too many refugees begging for them.
I saw too many tragic scenes of people exchanging their children for food and the mutilated corpses on the roadside.
I even saw the corpse collectors numbly piling the corpses on the carts, slowly pulling them to the mass graves and burning them.
Along the way, the master and servant really saw too many joys and sorrows.
There were so many that even Zhao Shou could not help but feel a little numb.
That day the sun gradually moved westward.
Xu Yi noted the location of the last toilet in his mind.
Then he turned around and walked towards the direction of Xuanpingmen without any hesitation.
The time has passed the Shen hour, and the Pingyi uncle's disaster relief team must have arrived soon.
He wanted to see how Uncle Pingyi's family provided disaster relief.
When the master and servant started to return.
Along the way, I met countless fellow disaster victims.
Some victims lost all their strength, but they were still crawling towards the direction of the porridge shack.
Even if you knew you were there, you wouldn't be able to receive the relief food.
But their desire for life still drives them to keep moving forward.
...
The Xuanping Gate opened again.
The only people who walked out of Xuanping Gate this time were hundreds of elite soldiers.
There were countless carriages, servants and people.
Xu Yi paused and found a slightly higher place.
Standing at that not-so-high place, I quietly looked at the suspension bridge outside Xuanping Gate.
At this time, on the suspension bridge, hundreds of elite soldiers escorted the disaster relief team of Pingyi Bofu and slowly set off towards the front.
Compared with when Xu Yi was traveling, people flocked to the end of the suspension bridge.
Opposite the suspension bridge at this moment, there were only dozens of scattered figures.
Most of the remaining people crowded in front of the porridge shed.
And there was already a long queue consciously.
The carriage filled with food finally slowly arrived at the porridge shed with countless victims waiting eagerly.
The suspension bridge slowly retracted, and hundreds of elite soldiers armed with sharp blades were distributed beside each porridge shed.
Strictly prevent disaster victims from causing chaos and attacking the porridge shed.
The accompanying servants spontaneously brought down baskets of cakes, porridge and rice from the carriage.
In an instant.
A rich aroma emanates from the porridge shed.
Suddenly, the hungry and anxious victims began to get ready to move.
at this time.
Following the convoy from the city, thousands of people dressed obviously different from servants walked towards the crowd holding wooden sticks.
In the crowd, if anyone dares to disobey the rules, they will wave the wooden stick in their hands without hesitation.
Soldiers who serve as soldiers have military orders and will never harm the people unless absolutely necessary.
And these people holding wooden sticks obviously don't have so many restrictions.
Relatively speaking, the victims were more afraid of them than the soldiers.
There are so many people holding wooden sticks, so naturally they cannot be servants of Pingyi Bofu.
Strictly speaking, these people belong to Jingzhao Mansion.
In disaster years, the Jingzhao Mansion Military Building is responsible for recruiting civilians and training local braves. In the event of a rebellion, the military military building can organize its own forces to participate in operations such as suppressing bandits.
However, due to the fact that Jingzhao Mansion is located in the capital, the barracks are almost in a semi-abandoned state and can only manage some government officials on weekdays.
In a really bad year, the barracks can only recruit some civilians, and only civilians!
Recruited civilians are not allowed to participate in any military training!
To put it nicely, these people are called Minding.
To put it bluntly, these people are the civilian husbands who serve as corvees.
