The red sun hangs high in the sky, and on the road, dry dust rolls like smoke in the wind, and the cracked holes in the cracked land can hold the child's arms.

Severe drought!

Thousands of miles naked!

The drought from all over the country has passed one day.

On the official road, there were a group of people in ragged clothes, dragging their children's hands with wooden sticks, walking blankly towards the city. Under the willow trees by the roadside, there were some people with pale faces and skinny faces. Occasionally, people would look up and curse God.

"Hey, it's a sin. It's not raining for four months, so how can the people live!"

But the scolding could not be exchanged for a steamed bun or a ration, but it was just a vain curse. Occasionally, the strong refugees would turn their attention to passers-by. If someone could not walk and fell to the ground, it might become their food.

Hunger will turn everyone into beasts.

People eat people!

In the year of great disasters, it is always inevitable. When they pass through a certain half-dead forest, they can even see some bones beside the forest...

However, these refugees continued to walk forward without even taking a look. Along the way, they had witnessed so many such tragic situations.

There are several water trucks on the dry river, and the water truck should be rotating. There will be no movement at this time. Even if the car blades of the water truck are occasionally moved, they will only scrape some sticky mud and water. Before they can be delivered, they will solidify on the car blades.

From the beginning of the New Year to now, there has not been a drop of rain for four or five months. The dry and small ditches in the north and south of the river have been dry. Only some water is still stored in the middle of the river. Although it is far from the shore, the people still walk to the center of the river, fill water with wooden barrels, and then carry the water to their own fields. However, the cracks on the land in the fields are like greedy lips sucking the poor little water desperately.

The sorghum in the field is sparse and the millet is scorching, and it looks like a burnt yellow.

"Dad, I'm hungry..."

The child followed his father and said again.

"Just bear it, just bear it for a while. When you arrive in the next village, you can ask for food..."

Li Cunbai comforted his son. Looking at his increasingly thinnest son, he didn't know if his son could hold on and whether he would die on the way to flee like his mother.

There was no harvest in the fields last year. In order to survive, he sold everything in his family, houses, houses, and just built a straw shed in the fields... But this year, it took so long to dryness, and finally, the few acres of thin fields were sold, and then he fled the famine with his wife and children. But after a month, he saw that there were droughts and droughts.

Could it be that God really doesn’t leave a way out for people to live? He wants to starve everyone to death?

As he walked along the official road step by step, as he became more and more hungry and desperate, someone brought a message.

"Go to Shandong, there is a porridge shed set up by the government!"

Has the government opened a porridge shed?

This news gave people a glimmer of hope, but in just half a day, they stepped onto the territory of Shandong. But as soon as they stepped onto the territory of Shandong, they looked at the porridge shed.

Not only the porridge shed, but also the refugee resettlement.

Every refugee who comes here must first check in before checking in.

After all, this is a chaotic era, refugees may become bandits at any time, especially refugees gathered together!

But for refugees coming from all over the world, this refugee resettlement is still their refugee paradise. At least here, they can eat. Even if the rice is just a sparse porridge, two porridges a day are enough for them to survive.

After nearly an hour of catching up, receiving the platoon, and allocating the camp, Li Cunbai and his son finally had a meal. The rice was porridge, and the porridge was so thin that it could even count the rice grains in the bowl, which could even reflect his appearance.

But even so, when he was eating a bite of porridge, for Li Cunbai, who was hungry with his chest on his back, he still felt that he had survived again!

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he thinks this is the best meal he has ever drunk in his life...

After a few bites, the porridge in the bowl was almost over. He put down the bowl and saw his son looking at the bowl with his eyes. His bowl had already been over.

"Cheng Mu, Daddy has eaten and drunk, this is for you."

As he said that, he poured two bites of porridge in the bowl to his son.

I have to let my son eat a few more bites of food!

Seeing his son finishing all the porridge in one mouthful, Li Cunbai's face showed a smile. This was the first time he had such a smile in two months. At least in the next fourteen days, he no longer needed to worry about eating, but he no longer had to worry about whether he would starve to death.

Today, I finally breathed a sigh of relief!
Chapter completed!