In the seventh year of Chongzhen, there was a severe drought and the people were hungry, so the children changed to eat each other.

After about the beginning of the day, most of the people in Wuyang City had turned off their lights to rest. This small city belonging to Nanyang Prefecture is different from those prosperous big cities. Except for the red or white lanterns hanging outside the gates of some rich gentry and wealthy households, most of the places are pitch black, indescribably gloomy and desolate.

Wuyang was named after the Xia Yu era. It is located in the Yang of Wushui. It is named after it. It is located in the plains, with fertile and flat land, and few mountains and many waters. Except for the occasional wars that affect this, most of the time, even if the lives of the people here are not rich, they can be considered a past that they can live.

But the situation this year is very different.

The drought that affected most of the five provinces of Shaanxi, Henan, Shandong, Shanxi and Hebei finally expanded here in spring this year. There was no rain for several months, and the water flow of Wushui became smaller and smaller. However, most people still spared no effort to carry the cart every day, constantly fetching water from Wushui irrigation, and finally carried the spring plowing.

But I never thought that after a locust plague, the millet seedlings that had just sprouted out of their buds became bare, and the hope of harvesting during the autumn harvest season was completely lost. But some people still had a glimmer of hope. They gathered in temples and temples, longing for God to see pity and a rain. Although it is a little late at present, they thought that as long as they plant the seeds, they will have more or less harvests in the future, and their hearts are full of hope.

But God seemed to be taking a nap at this moment, ignoring their prayers. The sun was still hot, the air was still dry, and there was no sign of rain. The people looked at God with a gaze, but God was always silent. The two confronted each other, and in the end the poor people lost, and the time for spring plowing was completely over.

If God does not save people, people can only save themselves.

There is the simplest truth in the world: no farming will lead to no harvest. I know that if I wait any longer, the waiter will only starve to death. They put away their luggage, went south, and went to their relatives and friends. I thought that as long as I survived this dry season, I could come back to reorganize my home in the future.

They are lucky, at least they have relatives and friends to surrender. For most ordinary people, they stay in the land that raises them and raises them since they were born. They have no relatives and friends to surrender. Their relocation makes them unwilling to leave the land under their feet, so they become farmers and beggars.

After May, more and more people chose to live like this. Wuyang City, where there were already many beggars, added a lot of disaster victims. Most of them fled from nearby countryside or in several counties next door, but some of them came from more distant Shaanxi, where the drought was far more serious than that in Henan. I heard that in some places, there were no living people in more than a dozen villages.

The government has no place and does not want to resettle these victims. Most of them slept under the eaves on both sides of the street. In order to avoid being frozen to death by the cold cold in the spring night, they squeezed into a pile and lived a life of dependent on each other's body temperature. And they kept complaining and cursing this unfair God.

And their miserable situation was no longer surprising in the eyes of everyone. It seemed that everyone thought it was justified and they deserved to suffer this kind of hardship. No one paid attention to them, and no one paid attention to their life and death. At most, someone threw their bodies into the graves in the north city and turned into a fertile soil under the trees.

But there are also some different places. For example, in a tall mansion near the west gate of the city, there is a completely different lively scene. The singer sang softly in the hall, and the host and the guest had a drink. The brocade hat and sable fur were placed aside at will, and the sound of slapping and urging the wine could be heard from a distance.

The rich family smelled of wine and meat, and the road was frozen to death. The young man whose face had not completely removed his childishness shook his head silently and sighed secretly.

He is the owner of this mansion, or to be precise, the little master. His surname is Zhou Xian, and he is the second son of the Zhou family. He sat quietly on the side of the pavilion in the backyard. He leaned on the pillars and looked up at the moon in the sky slowly disappearing behind the clouds in a most comfortable posture. The light green color of the sky and the soft light from the lanterns hanging under the eaves complement each other, making everything around him look a little lonely.

Tonight was a family banquet for his tenth birthday, but he never thought that so many unrelated guests would come at once. He felt a little irritated, especially after seeing the miserable situation of the victims in the city today. After celebrating everyone with a round of drinking, he withdrew from the banquet and hid here to seek some peace.

A ten-year-old body, but a twenty-two-year-old mind, makes him destined to be different from ordinary people.

I don’t know when he found that he began to like this kind of sitting alone. Being with the loneliness in the darkness allowed him to find his true self. Listening to the deepest cry in his heart in silence sometimes made him feel very comfortable. In the previous world, he had never seen such a complete darkness. There were beautiful neon lights everywhere, which made people unable to tell the direction and could not find themselves. And the world at this moment is also very good in this regard.

It has been two months since he came to this era. He has been strongly repelling his identity from the beginning to the end to the slow acceptance of his time. Time travel is exciting and excited for most people. They always feel that they are just born in the wrong superhero. It seems that as long as they travel easily, they can get another life that is completely different from the previous ones.

However, this kind of time travel is full of pain for Zhou Xian. He is not an office worker who is frustrated and completely lost confidence in life. He is not a business giant who is betrayed by his friends and laments that he has no sincerity in the world. He is not a special killer who walks in the world and collects money to eliminate disasters. He is just a college student who can graduate completely in another month, with a beautiful vision for his future life and is ready to work hard in society.

There are parents who love him, a few close friends who brag and talk about their ideals together, and some are sarcastic and mean, who always keep mocking him as a bad friend. However, all of this was completely gone in an instant. He inexplicably got into the body of this ten-year-old child and came to this tragic era that can only be seen in books.

This feeling is like when you are trying to enter society and do a big move, and when you are fully displaying your talents, someone suddenly informs you to repeat the grade and go through it again from elementary school.

At first, he always thought it was just a dream. When he woke up, everything would go back to the past. But the facts finally made him realize that he might have been abandoned in this era. He looked down at his shadow under his feet, smiled helplessly, and then sighed softly.

Two months made him briefly understand this era, especially when he looked at the ragged victims in the city, he felt sympathetic to them. In the seventh year of Chongzhen, it was only ten years before Emperor Chongzhen went to the coal mountain. The chaos in the world, the entry of the Qing Dynasty into the pass, and the tragic situation in front of him was only a pediatrician compared to the future.

He thought more than once in his heart that God allowed him to travel here, was it to change something? He looked up at the sky, and God was silent. He smiled bitterly. He was a very ordinary mortal. He just understood the final result of some things. Do you really think he could change something!

He was not sure and did not understand.
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