Fall In Love with the Technology Tree

    In the early morning, the first dazzling sunlight shot through the broken grass hut of the refugee camp and just hit Wu Da's eyes.

     "Dalang, is there any gruel today?" In the same grass hut, the voice of the grandmother sounded, hoarse as if a stone was rubbing against a stone.

    Digestive systems tormented by bark and hay afflict people in famine every day, keeping them awake all night long. Wu Da closed his eyes, stood up staggeringly, stepped over the limbs of his father lying on the ground, and stumbled into the scorching sunlight.

    It's autumn, but the sun is still high.

    Every day is getting tougher. Wu Da's small body numbly followed behind the refugees in twos and threes, and walked towards the porridge shed at the foot of the city wall. The closer to the city walls, the denser the refugees, and the more pronounced the stench from the human body. Finally, a tall, well-armed soldier appeared in front, closely guarding a short, fat man in a wide-sleeved brocade suit.

    "No more, no more. No more today." The man shouted, "Folks, there is no more food in the treasury. The Holy Master has ordered the transfer of food from neighboring states, and the villagers still Please bear with me for one or two. There is no porridge today, but there is still a bucket of well water drawn from a well in the city to quench the thirst of the villagers."

    Wu Da fell to his knees with a "thump", and the wooden bowl fell to his feet and spun around.

    It is not a month ago.

    A month ago, everyone would complain that the relief of the imperial court was not as good as the joint emergency response of the aristocratic family in the spring. It's already numb now.

    Wood didn't know how he lived the whole summer. He could only open his mindless eyes, kneeling on the ground and looking up at the brilliant blue sky. Spring, what a wonderful spring, there is still a bowl of gruel every day.

    He can still remember the big "Cao" character on the cloth standing beside the porridge shed.

    Cao's porridge shed is the strictest. Every bowl of porridge had to be drunk on the spot, and even the old and the weak had to carry it to the side of the porridge shed to drink porridge. Fortunately, there is a doctor Wufu in the porridge shed of the Cao family.

    He also remembered a sign in front of the porridge shed. According to the good-looking maid of the Cao family, the number of food donations from major families was posted on it. The first line is "Yingyin Xun, five thousand stone", then "Qiaoxian Cao, five thousand stone". At that time, he and his sister and brother still had the time to think, pining their fingers to figure out how many five thousand stones were there, how long it would take the whole family to eat, and how long it would take the whole village to eat, but they couldn't figure it out. At that time, my father hadn't fallen ill, and he was able to lead them to bow down in front of the porridge shed. At that time, the Cao family also organized people to dig wells and pave roads, collect firewood, and the days ... were not so desperate.

    When did the Cao family leave?

    Ah, after the arrival of the messenger of the emperor, they disappeared without a sound.

    Wu Da shook it, picked up the wooden bowl, and walked towards his small grass hut. Closer, closer, even the smell of sweat and stink is a familiar smell. Suddenly, he saw a figure seven feet tall emerge from the low grass shed. It is Uncle Qi, a neighbor from the same village.

    Wu Da's heart was beating wildly, and he was no longer confused, and ran forward desperately. Wait, Uncle Qi, wait.

    The grandmother did not know when the fire had started, and even the father was awake. Next to the roaring bonfire, lay the youngest member of the Qi family, who had died of starvation. The little body is naked, just waiting to be served.

    "Uncle Qi!" Wu Da rushed up and hugged the man's thigh, "Don't kill my brother! He can still live!"

    The man paused and released one hand. Sure enough, the confused Wu Er was lying in his arms. Wu Er was only two years old, and because he was starving and dizzy, he couldn't understand the situation at all, and there was not even a "hum" sound on the line of life and death.

    "Can live! Haha! Now, who can live? Who can live without eating meat?" The man surnamed Qi wiped the corners of his eyes, but only wiped off a handful of dust. " My youngest gave it to you, and your family will always give me one."

    "Dalang, come back." Father shouted weakly.

    Wu Da froze on the ground. The sky is still the blue sky, and the sun is still the golden sun. "Uncle Qi, why don't you eat me. Don't eat my brother."

    "Dalang, come back."

    "I'm older than Adi and have more meat."

    "Dalang, come back."

    "I..."

    Suddenly, a refreshing voice that did not belong to this world sounded: "This man, if you are willing to have the slightest compassion, let me exchange half a bucket of rice for the child in your arms. ."

    Wu Da turned his head and saw a young man with short brown clothes. He looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, but with his strong and energetic appearance, no hungry people dared to attack easily. he. At this time, people who can still maintain a state of obvious fullness are either because they have a deep background, or Lu Ziye dares to eat people.

    The man surnamed Qi looked the young man up and down before hesitatingly took the cloth bag. Reaching out and stirring it, the experienced farmer found that the bag was full of new grains full of grains. I was afraid that it was still a seed millet. This kind of grain is far better than the dry old grain. "Here," he said, and threw Wu Er into the young man's arms.

    The young man turned and left without saying a word. Looking in the direction he was walking, behind the half-dead bushes in the distance, there seemed to be a motorcade parked.

    Wu Dawang looked at his father who was sitting in the dust like a clay figurine, and looked around at the starving people who were numb and waiting to die. , followed the clean and strong young man and walked out.

    "Dalang, come back."

    His head was buzzing and he heard nothing.

      The young man turned sideways, and a hand knife hit Wu Da's wrist. The thorn dropped from his hand and fell to the ground, raising a short layer of dust.

    "I won't eat your brother," he said.

    Wu Da raised the fist of his left hand and smashed it down with all his strength.

    The young man easily grabbed his wrist and twisted his back. Severe pain struck, and Wu Da knelt to the ground, but he refused to let go of his left fist, letting the sharp stones cut through his fingers.

    "Hidden stones in the fist? It's so sinister," Wu Da heard the laughter above his head, "Who taught you this?"

    The pain seemed to make Wu Da's spirit clear up. He was able to express more complex sentences: "I don't want mercy from someone like you. Neither does my brother."

    "My kind of person?"

      "What kind of loyalty and what kind of filial piety, in this world, are just a fig leaf that eats people.

    The man above his head smiled again: "I thought the same as you when I was your age. Mother, I've been sold."

    Wu Da was taken aback.

    "Sister, it's been sold."

    Wu Da closed his eyes and turned his head.

    "Oh, I was wrong, starved to death."

    Wu Da closed his eyes and did not speak.

    "It's eaten."

    A drop of extravagant water seeped from the corner of Wu Da's eye and slipped into the messy hair. "I'm a sinner," he said softly.

    "We are all." The young man said, "Live, remember what you think today, ten, twenty, fifty years, until you die."

    "Zhao Qi. Are you picking up cubs again?" the servant next to the team joked, "I saw you cold before, but I didn't expect you to be cold on the outside and hot on the inside."

      He recounted what he had just seen and heard. "Anyway, that's it."

    A Sheng tapped his temple with a headache: "I don't really want to accept people who have eaten human flesh."

    "I remember when Twenty-Seven first appeared, it was because I violated the regulations of the nursery hall and gave the leather jacket to outsiders. Isn't it very reliable now? The owner does not deprive others of opportunities because of his own preferences. Only some extraordinary saplings have the chance of becoming successful."

     Can stealing and cannibalism be the same? But looking at Zhao Qi's insistence, Ah Sheng knew that he couldn't persuade him. Ten years ago, Zhao Qi's second brother starved to death in order to leave him food. Now that he saw the shadow of himself and his brother in the pair of hungry brothers, he would not let go easily.

    "You pay close attention to the people you bring in." A Sheng gave Luo Chi a gesture, and Luo Chi took the initiative to add two lines to the roster. Note: Zhao Qi, the responsible person .

    Zhao Qi has nothing to do. Seeing that he has achieved his goal, he jumped out of the car and went to the back to manage the orphans. Rules, poems, and truths must be taught, and from Sili to the west, all the way to earn people, the children's progress is different. Zhao Qi, the temporary mobile class teacher, was extra busy.

    The newly joined Wu Da will cause him trouble.

    "Manager Zhao, when we signed the contract, my brother and I wanted to change our name."

    "What?"

    After a night of recuperating, Wu Da is no longer half-dead. He knelt on the ground with something decisive in his eyes: "Since it's a freshman, I want a new name. I don't want Adi to have the surname Wu. I ask the master of the Cao family to give us a name."

    Zhao Qi walked in the direction of the heavily guarded bullock cart with a blank expression: "You wait." After less than five minutes, he got out from behind the curtain. "Master said, your name is Chen Wuxie. Your brother is called Chen Bandou. Let's call it that for now, and then change it when you want to change your name when you grow up."

    Wu Da kowtowed heavily on the ground: "From today onwards, my name will be Chen Wuxie."

    The author has something to say: Chen, Chen Sheng Wu Guang's Chen.