Shunzi directly grabbed the child by the collar and lifted the child up.

"This is wild vegetable paste." The accent was so strong that Li Xiao had to say it twice before he could understand it.

I found a spoon with half a spoon missing and a wooden stick tied with a rope. I fished a handful out of the vegetable paste!

Sure enough, they are all dark green wild vegetables, and you can see a few grains of rice here and there. The few grains of rice look like the scars on the monk's head.

After picking it up and putting it down, Li Xiao really didn't have the courage to try it.

"Is this what you're going to eat?"

"I ate grass roots and bark a few days ago, but now I have wild vegetables." The young man was so frightened by Shunzi that he almost peed.

Grass roots! Tree bark! For God's sake, the pigs raised in Liaodong now eat the bean cakes left after oil extraction.

"Where are your adults?"

"My father was working on the kiln, and the kiln collapsed and he was killed."

Li Xiao glanced at the firelight and saw that the house had four bare mud walls. The floor was covered with a mat, and on top of the mat was a bed of wet cotton wool. There was a bonfire in the middle of the room, and there were several broken bowls next to the stone pot.

It’s all the belongings of this family.

This is no longer poverty, this is living abject poverty.

This is a slap in the face of the Ming Empire, a slap in the face of Li Xiao!

Fortunately, these days there are no reporters carrying cameras, or self-media taking pictures everywhere with their mobile phones. Otherwise, this would be an absolute scandal. One shell from the Zhiyuan's main gun is enough to feed ten families like this for a year.
Chapter completed!