The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the road is getting harder and harder to walk.
Huang Zonghui has gone crazy.
The trek from Lingshanwei to the Dagu River Salt Fields had exhausted all his strength.
Now I have to go back to Lingshanwei from the Dagu River Salt Field to adjust the food supply. I only took a few breaths back and forth, but I had to run dozens of miles.
Seeing his slow pace, Cheng Xiaoer was a little anxious.
"Mr. Huang, we have to hurry up. Otherwise, we won't be able to get back before dark."
Huang Zonghui was full of resentment.
"If you can't come back in time, we'll have to wait until tomorrow. Anyway, the mayor didn't say that we have to transport the food there today."
Cheng Xiaoer's face turned red and he protested: "This is life-saving food, why can we wait? Brother Chen's injury also needs to be treated quickly, so we don't dare to delay."
Huang Zonghui completely exploded and sat down on the stone on the roadside, regardless of the cold and wet under his buttocks.
"You can go if you want, I can't walk anyway."
Cheng Xiaoer has a muddy leg and cannot lift his head when he encounters Mr. Reading.
Huang Zonghui's outburst made him a little timid.
Looking at the increasingly gloomy sky, he quickly put on a smile.
"You are Wenquxing, so it's okay if you are not used to walking on muddy roads. The younger one has run a lot, and your body is still fine. How about I carry you on my back?"
Huang Zonghui just tilted his head and said nothing with a cold face.
Cheng Xiaoer carefully approached him, grabbed his arms and put them on his shoulders. Seeing that Huang Zonghui was not struggling, he bravely lifted Huang Zonghui up and walked into the rain again.
The dirt road has been soaked by rain for many days and has become soft and collapsed. Even if you are walking on it properly, you must be careful not to fall.
Cheng Xiaoer carried someone on his back, and his physical strength was exhausted very quickly. When the general left, he was already out of breath, his buttocks were trembling, and his vision went black.
But thinking about Fu Yusun's order and the misery of the salt farm households, he didn't dare to stop.
After resting on Cheng Xiaoer's back for so long, Huang Zonghui felt somewhat relieved.
This feeling of walking without any effort reminded him of his old days as a master in Zhejiang.
What he liked most at that time was to invite a few friends to sit on a small sedan chair and go up the mountain in the drizzle season. It was a unique pleasure to enjoy the scenery in the clouds and drizzle.
How can it be like now, where people are not humans, ghosts are not ghosts.
In the past, when my friends were in front of each other, I would be so ashamed that I couldn't even lift my head.
The cold icy rain slapped randomly on his face, making his happy reverie unable to last. The only thing that penetrated his eardrums was the sound of a tearing breath.
This muddy leg in his eyes has become more and more bent at this time, and his pace is getting slower and slower. Maybe in the next moment, he may fall to the ground.
But for such an inconspicuous person, he walked persistently and firmly in the direction of Lingshan Guard without saying a word.
Huang Zonghui felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart and jumped off Cheng Xiaoer's back.
The mountain of weight suddenly disappeared, and Cheng Xiaoer came to life completely.
"Mr. Huang, why are you coming down? Don't worry, I have plenty of strength."
Huang Zonghui just walked forward, not daring to look at his face.
"I have grown my own legs, do I need you to take care of me?"
Lingshan Guard finally arrived.
The two people have turned into mud monkeys.
Cheng Xiaoer didn't care about anything else and asked the guard to quickly prepare the carriage to load food.
"Leng Wazi, why don't you go change your clothes quickly? You will suffer the consequences if you get sick."
The experienced old man reminded me, but Cheng Xiaoer just didn't listen.
"What should I change? There are only two sets of new clothes in total. How dirty are they?"
When Huang Zonghui came back after changing into clean clothes, he saw Cheng Xiaoer standing beside the carriage, watching the grain being loaded one bag after another.
A girl ran over in the rain, took out something carefully hidden from her arms and handed it to Cheng Xiaoer.
"Brother, eat it quickly. The steamed buns I just steamed are delicious."
Cheng Xiaoer was really tired, so he chewed it immediately after taking it over.
The steamed buns mixed with wheat bran and bean cakes are steamed very hard to satisfy hunger. When you bite into it, it feels like chewing on a stone.
But Cheng Xiaoer still eats happily.
Seeing Huang Zonghui coming, he hurriedly handed over the steamed bun in his hand.
"Mr. Huang, are you hungry too? Eat quickly."
Seeing the black steamed buns, Huang Zonghui didn't know why, but he thought of the feces and eggs floating in the sewage in the salt farm shantytown.
An inexplicable nausea surged from the bottom of his stomach, causing him to suddenly change his expression. He waved his hand and knocked the bun away.
"take away."
The bun flew through the air and landed on the dirt, getting darker and darker.
Cheng Xiaomei pushed Huang Zonghui backwards.
"Why are you throwing buns?"
Cheng Xiaoer was frightened and quickly caught Cheng Xiaomei.
"Little sister, I don't dare to do this to Mr. Huang."
Cheng Xiaomei burst into tears, ran over to fish the bun out of the muddy water, and carefully wiped the stains on it. Although it was clear that it couldn't be wiped clean, she still put it in her mouth.
Chewing and crying at the same time.
"This is food! How dare you throw away food?"
Huang Zonghui staggered up from the muddy water, and the dry clothes he had just changed into turned into a puddle of mud.
This made him furious.
"No dogs will eat this crap, what's so strange about it? Grandpa drinks wine and eats delicious food in Zhejiang, so he doesn't want to eat a dirty thing like you!!!"
The people around him looked over silently, their eyes no longer full of reverence as before, they all became unfamiliar.
People get angry just because they have a guilty conscience.
Huang Zonghui only felt that his clothes were not wet, but stripped naked.
At this moment, he stood naked between heaven and earth, as if he was being mocked endlessly.
This feeling of his dignity being trampled on the ground made him lose his mind and staggered out of the city.
The grain adjustment team set off.
There were three carts in total, carrying more than a thousand kilograms of grain.
This is a life-saving food for the kitchen households in the Dagu River Salt Farm.
In addition to food, three military doctors also followed with equipment and medicines.
There were obviously more people, but the entire team was silent.
Huang Zongxi walked silently, fell down after a while, got up and walked again, and then fell down again.
But the soldiers nearby just watched silently, and no one came up to help him.
It was as if this was not their companion, but the air.
Huang Zongxi's heart was also numb. He couldn't understand why he was here and why he had to suffer this crime.
He traveled back and forth three times and walked nearly a hundred miles. Coupled with the freezing rainy weather, his energy had long been exhausted.
After falling down again, he had no strength to stand up.
Just lying on the ground, I felt a burning pain spreading rapidly in my stomach.
He didn't know that this was the reaction a person would have after being extremely hungry. He only knew that the taste was very uncomfortable, and it was so uncomfortable that it almost drove him crazy.
But he didn't have any strength at all, and eventually his madness turned into helplessness, as if the world was getting further and further away from him.
Just when he was thinking about simply dying, his back was supported by a strong force, and the wind and rain weakened him.
A familiar voice rang in my ears.
"Mr. Huang, you are a Wenquxing, and you are different from us shameless ones. My sister has offended you, so I will help you. If you are not satisfied, you will punish me later."
Looking at Cheng Xiaoer's hard-working smile, Huang Zonghui twitched his lips, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.
Cheng Xiaoer hunched over, trying to shield himself from the wind and rain. He took out a handkerchief from his arms, and after opening it, there were two warm steamed buns inside.
He carefully took one and handed it to Huang Zonghui.
"When I was hungry in the past, I thought that if I had a bite of steamed buns, it would be delicious. But the little money I earned from selling salt could not buy much rice and noodles. During the Chinese New Year, my mother would steam steamed buns.
After eating my mother's steamed buns, I feel strong enough to work."
Huang Zonghui silently took the steamed bun and brought it to his mouth silently. When his lips touched the aroma of rice noodles, his saliva secreted unexpectedly.
The bun was very hard, so he took a bite with all his strength, and his twitching stomach gave him a signal of pleasure.
His body's instinct made him swallow faster involuntarily. The steamed buns that he had discarded carelessly before had now become a supreme delicacy.
Yes, the body that regained consciousness has become a prisoner of steamed buns.
Huang Zonghui has eaten countless delicacies from the mountains and seas, but now the only thing that occupies all his consciousness is the small and inconspicuous steamed bun in his hand.
Under the wind and rain, as embarrassed as he was, there might be something else that he ate along with the steamed buns.
Huang Zonghui ate two steamed buns that he would never touch in the past.
Seeing how delicious his food was, Cheng Xiaoer smiled happily.
"Mr. Huang, run when you have the strength. Protect the grain truck carefully and make sure it is delivered to the mayor."
Watching him slowly draw his sword, watching the soldiers slowly draw their swords, Huang Zonghui burst into tears.
"Don't go...you will die!"
Cheng Xiaoer pulled his hand away, stood up slowly, and took a serious look at the intact grain truck.
"This is food! Life-saving food!"
After saying that, he turned around, and his body, which had always been humble in the past, was as tall as a mountain at this moment.
Even if the flashes of swords and swords flash in the rain like waves, he will definitely not take a step back!
