In the 19th year of Kangxi, Tongzhou.

The weather in spring is very clear, but the road is surrounded by mountains and rivers, one after another, and the people who come out of the grass hut are all unkempt and thin.

Finally, the door of the mansion opened, and people rushed up with dirty rice bowls in their hands and rushed to the official hut designated by the official. Several wooden trucks were pushed out one after another, with several large porridge buckets arranged on the car. Several servants shouted to maintain order and started to serve porridge. Rather than rice porridge, the thinness of the figure could be reflected, at best, rice soup. Even so, in order to get half a bowl of rice soup, the poor children could still rob the head and blood.

Xiaogui tightly protected the rice soup in the bowl and ran back to the grass shack where he lived. His father was so hungry that his face turned pale and thin, he was coughing hard. Xiaogui helped his father up and wanted to feed him rice soup. His father stared at his pair of unswerving and yellowed eyes, shook his head vigorously, and struggled for a long time before he squeezed out a sentence: "Guizi, go find a way out by yourself. Dad, no more."

After a while, Xiaogui choked in depression and he was no longer able to cry. During the earthquake last year, his grandfather, his mother and younger brother were all crushed to death on the spot. His father was also crushed to death by his thighs, and he forced his sick body to escape with him and his sister. But even when he came to the city, there were too many poor people who fled, and he still couldn't eat enough. After his sister went to the city to put a grass mark and was bought by someone, he took back ten copper plates and bought a few steamed buns to satisfy his hunger. But his father's illness could no longer be dragged down, and his broken leg was completely black... Xiaogui cried mechanically. He was the only one left in this world. How could he survive?

Outside, there was a riot sound, and suddenly a boy who was equally ragged and dirty, came in from outside. He glanced at the uncle who was lying flat on the broken mat and silently made no remarks. He just grabbed Xiaogui's hand and said, "Go away quickly, [Jishentang] is recruiting errands." Xiaogui didn't even have time to feel sad, so he followed Xiao Meng out to seize the position and line up. Life is just like this.

On the second day, Xiaogui and Xiao Meng washed their hands and faces. After two full meals, they had already put on the gray cloth sill distributed by the boss of Jishengtang, and began to carry artemisia in the stable. No matter how hard the work of the mail was, after all, there were two real steamed buns to satisfy their hunger every day. Such days were already much more fortunate than being displaced and turbulent.
Chapter completed!