In the third year of Changping, there was a severe drought in the Qin Dynasty. The lakes almost bottomed out. The water receded and the beaches were revealed. The fish and shrimps suffered as a result.
The rice fields have not been irrigated by rain for a long time, and they are drying up quickly. There is a shortage of food, and people are complaining. There are reports of people starving to death in many villages and towns.
When they heard that there was a severe drought in the north and a bumper harvest in the south, many dignitaries would give porridge and grain. In order to save their lives, the common people had no choice but to drag their families and go out to escape the famine under the scorching sun.
The number of Luocao bandits is increasing day by day. For a time, bandits are raging and there are countless refugees.
The sun is setting in the west, but the scorching heat has not yet dissipated.
Heart-piercing shouts came from a dilapidated tile-roofed house, and the sweating lady exhausted her last bit of strength and passed out.
"It's out, it's finally out, it's a girl!"
Not long after Wen Po's voice of relief fell, she suddenly realized that the kitten-sized milk baby in her arms had an abnormal red-purple face and was not breathing at all.
The maids who were waiting beside her were heartbroken. The master valued his wife more than his life. If they knew that the young lady had died young, all the servants who were accompanying him to take care of her would die!
"It has nothing to do with me, old lady, but your misfortune." Wen Po was originally pulled over for emergency response. As soon as she realized the human life, she dropped the child and picked up half a bag of white noodles on the table. He wanted to run, "I don't want the reward. This white flour is what you promised me in the first place. I have to take it."
Before he could cross the threshold, the maid grabbed his arm. A delicate golden hairpin appeared in front of his eyes, with two crystal clear pearls inlaid on it, shining in the afterglow.
"This golden hairpin is worth a lot of money. It will be enough for my aunt's family to have enough food and clothing for the rest of their lives. Now that the world is in trouble and there are natural disasters, doesn't my aunt want her children and grandchildren to live a good life?"
Po Wen was dazzled by the gold hairpin, and she stared at it without blinking for a moment, fearing that the glory and wealth would disappear in the blink of an eye, so she hurriedly said flatteringly: "I will listen to the girl."
"Find a new-born baby girl, and then bury this...stillborn baby somewhere no one is."
In this world, selling girls is the most common thing. Along the way, the maids saw refugees starving to death on the roadside everywhere. Even newborn boys could be abandoned, let alone those who were not wanted in the first place. The girl to be seen!
After Wenpo was stunned for a moment, she took out a piece of blood-stained cloth and wrapped the baby girl randomly. The little person was lighter than a cat. She hurried to the back mountain without even bothering to dig a hole, and threw it under a dead tree.
"If you have money, you will live a long life. A poor life is not enough. God gave you a life of wealth, but you failed to seize the opportunity..."
After saying that, he turned around and left resolutely, but he didn't notice a groan coming from the originally lifeless swaddling clothes.
A pair of clenched little pink fists poked out from the swaddling clothes. The skin of the wrinkled arms was pink and white, not much thicker than tree branches.
Xiangyun woke up from her sleep. She felt like she was covered with a thick quilt. It was so hot that she couldn't breathe. She finally poked her head out, only to find that the surroundings were pitch black with no light at all.
She wanted to sit up, and kicked her legs twice like a frog. Her waist and abdomen were so soft that they felt like they were not her own, and she didn't have any strength at all.
What's the situation? Why does he look like a high-level paraplegic?
She opened her mouth to call someone, but her voice was as soft as a cub's. She was so scared that she quickly shut up.
The tone was so soft that it was clearly the voice of a child.
No way, she was stabbed to death by the doctor's family and has been reincarnated?
In the barren mountains in midsummer, the heat is unbearable. The occasional breeze does not relieve the heat, but it disperses the smell of blood and attracts hungry night walkers in the forest.
Xiao Xiangyun was feeling hungry and missed the aunt's cooking skills in the hospital cafeteria. She felt like she could eat a whole chicken at this moment.
Suddenly, there was a flapping sound, and then something seemed to jump on her, with sharp claws and steady steps.
"Gu Gu Gu Gu..."
Xiangyun raised his little head and took a look. Oh my God, it turned out to be a plump and strong old hen. The bright red comb swayed as he walked, and he stared at her with high spirits.
Before she could figure out where the domestic chickens came from in the wilderness, a figure like lightning swooped over, and the hen's neck was bitten off before it could even howl.
Xiangyun tried his best to open his eyes wide, but found that what he could see were two extremely green eyes, shaking like will-o'-the-wisps in the quiet and empty forest.
The fur shone in the moonlight, with a long face and pointed nose, erect ears, and a tail hanging down to the ground.
It's a wolf!
Xiao Xiangyun was so frightened that he lost his wits. His incoherent cries for help turned out to be a hoarse little voice.
The wolf's chest was so thin that the bones were protruding, and it was bleeding, and it looked like it had been hungry for a long time.
She tried her best to hold back the urge to cry. Who would kill a thousand people and throw her into the mountains at night? She cursed that bastard to be infertile in this life and have children and grandchildren!
Xiao Xiangyun kept praying in her heart that the wild wolf would not hit her after eating the hen. There would be no meat left and it would not taste good!
But the wild wolf had no intention of letting her go. He showed up his sharp fangs and slowly approached her. Just when the wolf's teeth were about to bite her neck, a sharp arrow grazed the wild wolf's cheek, and there was a "swish" sound. Cut through the air and settled in the mud.
The man holding the arrow was about thirty years old. He was wearing tattered clothes full of patches. His back was straight and his arms were bulging under the moonlight, containing endless strength.
"Third brother, shoot that wolf quickly, peel off the skin and sew a pair of boots, so you won't be afraid of the cold in winter!"
The fourth brother of the Lin family urged the third brother to take action again, but the third brother of the Lin family held up his bow and arrow and hesitated to launch it. His eyes were as bright as a torch and he stared at the wild wolf not far away.
Lin Silang stamped his feet anxiously: "Third brother, why are you dawdling? Come on, the wolf will run away with the chicken in its mouth."
The wild wolf crouched, showing its fangs, pacing back and forth around the tree stump, in a defensive state, but had no intention of leaving.
It seemed like something was hooking it, worthy of its desperate struggle.
Lin Laosan's movements were vigorous and his eyes were quick and his hands were quick. When the wolf was distracted, his arrows were as fast and fierce as lightning, and he accurately shot into the belly of the wolf. He pinned it straight in the crevice of the stone and died with two pitiful howls.
The two trotted forward, their faces full of joy.
Lin Laosan picked up the arrow feathers on the ground and wiped the blood on them like a treasure. His eyes were full of surprise: "What a good arrow, fast and sharp. Fourth brother, the happiest thing for me this year is picking up this bow and arrow." !”
Lin Silang quickly picked up the wolf and the hen and put them into the basket on his shoulder. He smiled from behind his ears and said, "This hen weighs at least seven or eight pounds. I will kill it later to replenish my mother's health."
The next second, a subtle whimpering sound came into my ears. Under the moonlight, something was squirming in the place where the wolves had just been surrounded.
"Third brother! Look, is there a wolf cub?"
Lin Laosan stepped forward in two or three steps and saw a small, bald melon head protruding from a ball of blood cloth, staring at him with eyes full of tears.
"No...it's not a little wolf, it's a child!"
