The third year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty.
A severe drought has lasted for several months on Hedong Road and Guannai Road.
Longmen County, Majiazhuang.
In front of the farm is a large field of crops, most of which are sickly yellow.
The barren soil has formed grid-like cracks, and the agricultural canals have dried up without a drop of water.
Dozens of men, women and children, wearing patched linen clothes and carrying barrels on their shoulders, staggered out of the valley.
Because the water was too full, it spilled out from time to time and fell on the smooth field ridges.
If you look closely at these villagers, you will find that their faces look like they have been shaved with a knife. They are so thin that only the skin can be seen, and their hair is waxy yellow without nutrition.
At this moment, the eyebrows of these villagers were full of anxiety.
Looking at the dry and cracked fields, I walked faster.
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Unlike the busy fields outside, it was quiet inside the village.
"Yaodan, how much money do you have left? You have to find a way to hire a capable doctor in the county. My eldest brother has been in a coma for a day. The village chief said that if we delay it any longer, I'm afraid he will..."
"Second brother, all the money I hid has been used to buy food for you, and there is no copper left."
"How much food do we have?"
< p> "The rice jar has been empty for a long time. We haven't eaten the breakfast yet, and now our stomachs are growling with hunger."After a short while, the sound came out again.
"Yaodan, I'm going to go to the Wild Wolf Valley. Recently, a lot of wild boars have been running down the mountain in search of food. I'm going to try my luck."
"Take care of me, big brother." , I'll be back before sunset."
"Second brother, you must be careful. I will take good care of the eldest brother. You should come back quickly. I heard from the village chief that wild boars are very ferocious. If you can't beat them, just run back. "
"Yeah, I know"
Only the sound of a door creaking was heard, the broken wooden door closed, and the village fell silent again.
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Crop fields outside the village.
A skinny little kid, only half a head taller than an ordinary water tank, struggled to carry most of the load of water, his hands and feet trembling.
When I was about to reach my own field, I couldn't hold on any longer and fell down. All the water in the barrel flowed onto other people's fields.
The child, who was as skinny as a monkey, with sweat beads on his immature face, couldn't help but cry loudly.
"You lose money, you are not dead yet, don't mourn for me there!"
A man in front carrying a larger wooden barrel turned around. , cursed at the top of his voice.
"Why don't you get up and go carry another load of water? Do you want me to help you up? You are a loser."
Seeing the child still sitting on the ground crying, the man gritted his teeth and showed a bit of sullenness on his face.
After finishing speaking, he kept walking and continued walking towards his own field with heavy steps.
He couldn't afford to waste time. The crops in the field were almost dry.
"Daman, don't be such a cruel kid. Xiaoman is only 11 years old. He has been picking for more than two hours without even taking a sip of water."
"Adults can't stand it. , not to mention the children."
Not far behind them, an old man with a few strands of white hair on his temples was trying to smooth things over.
The uncle carried a wooden bucket and staggered to Xiaoman's side.
He put down the bucket and helped Xiaoman up, patted his muddy back gently, then bent over and picked up the bucket that Xiaoman had dropped on the ground, and gently put it down. On the field ridge.
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"Thank you, Grandpa Fu."
Although Xiao Man looks like a tough guy, his etiquette has not fallen behind.
"Xiaoman is really capable, pick up the bucket and go pick up another load of water, otherwise your father will scold you again later."
The uncle patted him gently. Xiaoman's shoulders.
After saying that, he picked up the bucket again and crossed his own land, walked to the Daman family's field, and poured out the water in the bucket.
"Uncle Fu, what are you doing?"
"Da Man, Xiao Man watered my land, so my water will naturally be returned to your family."
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"Chunhua is bedridden now. With only you and Xiaoman as laborers, how can we support these 10 acres of land?" Fu Bo said with a frown.
The face of Daman, a tough northern man, was full of worry.
It has been months since there has been a drop of rain, not to mention the fields and the nearby rivers are almost drying up.
His wife had always been in poor health. Later, she carried water with them to irrigate the fields and was exhausted. Now all the burdens fell on him.
"Hey, God is blind. It has been more than three months. Not a drop of rain has fallen. The crops are almost dead. How can I live like this!" Daman sighed heavily. .
Uncle Fu squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky, with wrinkles on his face as crisscross as ravines.
"If we ginseng more grass roots and tree bark, we can survive for a few months even if we grit our teeth, but the three children of Wang Gouzi's family will have no way to survive, with no food and no land."
< p> "Hey!"Uncle Fu looked at a house on the north side of Majiazhuang and narrowed his long wrinkled eyes and cloudy eyes.
Daman didn’t answer. He knew that the Wang family, which used to have a lot of money, had been squandered by the eldest son Wang Jian on food, drinking, prostitution and gambling after Wang Gouzi’s death. The land was also sold, and now they can’t even eat. Every bite of rice is a problem.
The day before yesterday, the prodigal son had no food at home and stole the neighbor’s chickens.He was discovered, tripped over a stone and fell down while being chased, and is still lying on the bed unconscious.
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"I'm an immortal, I've never done anything harmful to nature, why don't you just sprinkle some on the sweet potato field at Widow Pan's house? Pee? As for the meteorite falling from the sky and hitting me?"
Wang Jian suddenly struggled up from the bed, and the veins on his face became erect due to the roar.
His complexion was sickly pale and nutrient-depleted sallow.
Wang Jian was originally a native of New China, the only son in his family. His ancestors were poor and lower-middle peasants for three generations, and he was a good young man with a good family background.
When Wang Jian was a child, his father fell ill and passed away, and his mother left him and ran away overnight. At that time, Wang Jian was only 4 years old.
Growing up with my grandparents in the countryside, I was good at farming in the fields and catching fish and loaches in the river.
Before he finished college, his grandfather and grandmother passed away due to illness. From then on, he was the only one left alone in the world.
Wang Jian worked and studied at the same time.
After graduation, Wang Jian worked for a relatively large local real estate company.
After working for two and a half years, I still haven’t found my wife. I have opened a lot of cards in the bathhouse, and they know everything there is to know.
In order to win a project, Wang Jian took a group of clients to enjoy the project. Unexpectedly, during the anti-pornography operation that day, even the clients were caught.
Wang Jian also lost his job.
Later, I left this bustling city and returned to my hometown to start a farmhouse.
Farming, raising fish, walking dogs, and sleeping until the sun shines in the middle of the night before getting up every day, it is called a leisurely life.
The sky is unpredictable, and the blessings will not last long.
On a sunny and sunny day, you can usually figure out the trajectory of the day.
Because I drank too much water, when I went to the field to add nutrients to the crops, something slammed down from the sky and my eyes went black.
When I woke up, I found that I was transported to this strange place.