The little boy paused and sighed deeply, "It's not that he was robbed by bandits. The government came two days ago to ask for money and food. The adults in the village wanted to bargain, hoping that it would be less, at least enough would be left.
The food that sustains the villagers' survival turned out to be what it is now."
"Government? Where is the government?" Mu Mu was stunned for a moment.
"Sister, you are confused. This is the Snow Country, so naturally it is the official government of the Snow Country." The little boy didn't even raise his head, and stared at the fire intently. The color of the fire had changed, and the fragrant chicken began to pour out of him.
His eyes are bigger than the sky.
"Why did the Snow Country officials come to loot the villages in their own country? Are they crazy?" This was really a strange thing that I had never heard of. Mu Mu blinked and pulled the black cloth covering his face. No.
Let the true face be revealed.
"Five years ago, the army of Fengming Kingdom gathered at the border for unknown reasons. Three days later, the war started."[
The little boy's face was gloomy, and his still immature expression had a maturity that was beyond his age.
"I heard from the adults that the troops from the Fengming Kingdom arrived in a hurry and did not bring any rations, so they began to plunder and plunder the places they passed along the way. Even the slightly richer cities were not spared."
The little boy scratched his head and took out a small bag of precious salt from his small pocket. With his back to the adults who were feasting behind him, he quietly pinched a handful and sprinkled it evenly.
The little girl cutely winked at Mu Mu, telling her not to speak, otherwise she might get beaten up just for hiding these things.
In the face of survival, no one will care whether you are a child or an old man.
Only if you can survive can you be qualified to pity others.