The second generation of immortals fled famine in ancient times and engaged in infrastructure constr

Chapter 79
Wang Erzu's ancestors have been farmers for generations, and his life can't be said to be rich, but he can live on.

He is diligent in his hands and feet and tends the crops in the field very well, but he looks a little strange, with a crooked mouth and slurred speech, so he didn't talk about his wife until he was almost 30 years old. Now he has a six-year-old son and a son. Grandpa who is old and incapacitated.

As for the father and mother, one was killed in order to protect the food during the turmoil more than ten years ago. Since then, the mother has been surrounded by villagers' gossip, depressed for several years, and finally threw herself into the well.

There are only four people left in the family.

This year, the county was plagued by locusts and there was no harvest. Wang Er had no choice but to sell his ancestral fertile land to the landlord.

Except for a few landlords who did not worry about food, everyone in the county fled the famine.

Wang Er followed the people from the same village, pushed a wooden cart, and took the three members of his family to the rumored extremely prosperous Chang'an City.

Before setting off, Wang Er sneakily made a few flatbreads out of rice bran and bran. When they cooled, they became so hard that his teeth were so hard that chewing them didn't look like grain, but more like eating sand and stones.

But it was such a big cake, Wang Er and his wife were not willing to eat more, the journey to Chang'an was far away, and the food at home was only these, Wang Er wished to break one piece of cake into two pieces to eat.

But the elderly and children in the family have poor stomachs and cannot eat this kind of rough flatbread. Wang Er used the [-] catties of wheat he bought to fry and put them in various small pockets, so that his son and grandfather could eat them when no one was around. Eat quietly.

From the county to Chang'an more than 1000 miles, Wang Er calculates that he can walk [-] miles a day, which can be done in a month, which is exactly one catty of wheat a day.

Wang Er planned well, but on the seventh day of fleeing famine, at night, his six-year-old son was so hungry that he couldn't sleep, clamoring for cooked wheat.

As soon as these words came out, Wang Er's heart shrank instantly, and he felt the green eyes of everyone around him looking at him.

Those who fled the famine couldn't survive. Many people had eaten up all their food until today. Hearing the clear and crisp shouts of children, the surrounding air became quiet. If there was any weight, Wang Er couldn't breathe.

The second daughter-in-law of Wang reacted quickly and slapped her son on the arm with a "slap": "Are you hungry and stupid? We don't have wheat at home!"

The son had never been beaten much since he was a child, and even on the way to escape from the desert, he was reluctant to be tired and suffer him. At this time, he was frightened by the expressions of his parents, and burst into tears: "Yes, it is in the car, in the pocket next to Grandpa. inside."

When his son spoke the first word, Wang Er felt bad and wanted to cover his mouth, but he was still a step too late.

After the son finished speaking, the neighbors gathered around immediately, Brother Zhao, who was usually helpful to Wang Er, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Wang Er, you kid, you even hid food!"

Wang Er moved his lips, clenched and loosened his hands, he could refuse, he could resist, but the consequence of doing so would be that he would be abandoned by his fellow villagers. .

It may have been killed by bandits who came out at night, or it may have been taken away by hungry wolves and tigers.

The crowd swarmed up to divide up the cooked wheat in the cloth bag, and everyone left satisfied. Brother Zhao patted Wang Er on the shoulder before leaving:

"Next time, don't hide from your brothers."

After the man walked away, Wang Er endured and endured, and finally slapped his son on the face: "Let you talk nonsense! Make you talk nonsense!"

As soon as the slap fell, the grandfather's stick also hit Wang Er: "What are you doing beating the child! You might as well hit me!"

Wang's second daughter-in-law also came out to persuade the fight at this time. She protected the dozen or so big cakes, and she finally had some hope that she could hold on.

"stop fighting."

There are still more than 20 days to arrive in Chang'an, Wang Er is worried, how can a dozen big cakes be enough for four people to eat for 20 days!

After discussing with his wife, Wang Er made up his mind to give the big cakes to his son and grandfather, and the couple would rely on wild vegetables to satisfy their hunger.

But that's it. On the 18th day, the pancakes were all eaten, and the whole family lived on wild vegetables.

There are a lot of people fleeing famine, and every place they go, they pick up all the wild vegetables that can be eaten. In the back, even the bark, grass roots, and Guanyin soil are hard to find.

Every night, with the burden of the family on his shoulders, Wang Er couldn't help but gritted his teeth and wept. He didn't know where the end was.

In the past ten days, a group of young and strong men gradually gathered at the end of the team. They grabbed women and children, searched all the food in the pack, and threatened the men with the lives of their families to find food for them.

It's just that Wang Er and the others are some distance away from the end of the team, so he didn't care.

My own family is starving to death, so who cares what other people do?
That night, the daughter-in-law of the Qian family went into the grove with a man at the end of the team.

If it was normal, her spine would be broken by the words of the villagers.

But now, when watching her parents-in-law, husband and children eating pancakes and wild vegetables together, people are more envious.

After the daughter-in-law of Qian's family took the lead, some women in the village soon made the same choice. There were more women, and the men at the end of the line began to pick and choose, and the food they gave became less and less.

Still not enough to eat.

During the three nights of No.20 fleeing famine, Wang Er was so hungry that he couldn't sleep. He smelled the fragrance in the air and once thought he was hallucinating.

But even the daughter-in-law could smell it, and tugged at Wang Er's sleeve to ask what was going on.

Whether everyone has food is clear to each other.

Thinking of a guess, Wang Er's pupils shrank, and he retched instantly.

He closed his eyes, and pulled his daughter-in-law to leave her alone.

This kind of thing is like the daughter-in-law of the Qian family selling her body for food. It is difficult to stop at the beginning. Those who fell to the ground and died, or the corpses that were sloppily buried by the family, gradually lowered the bottom line of everyone and turned people into beast.

Wang Er felt like he was living in hell. He couldn't see that he was already starving, his eyes were empty, his limbs were shriveled, his abdomen was swollen, his head was like a skeleton, but he still insisted on that pitiful bottom line.

But the bottom line is gradually faltering. When Wang Er thought of his father's early death, it was his grandfather who took care of him. When he was young, when he was greedy for other people's children's toys, it was his grandfather who stayed up late and made bamboo dragonflies for himself.

If the son is gone, he can be reborn, but if the grandfather is gone, he will be gone forever.

Once evil thoughts arise, Wang Er can't stop him, and every time he sees his son, he is overwhelmed by the guilt in his heart.

He didn't know when he would be able to reach Chang'an City. The team walked on the official road for more than ten days without seeing any people, and the distance between Wang and Er was already blurred.

He only knew that if he didn't make a decision, the whole family would die soon, and everyone's belly was full of Guanyin soil, because they couldn't digest it, the bulging abdomen became more obvious in comparison with the shriveled limbs.

It was past noon and the sun was setting, Wang Er glanced at his son with a look of sternness.

He finally made up his mind.

(End of this chapter)