"Sister Haitang, they are so pitiful!" Xiao Ke looked at these poor children and villagers from outside the car, his eyes filled with tears. Not only Xiao Ke, but also Haitang and Huang Ting, both women, maternal love is
They were born, so when they saw this situation, they couldn't help but want to cry. They looked out the window, silent and did not say a word. The eyes of the residents showed confusion and expectation.
"They are so pitiful!" Haitang simply closed the window and lay down on the chair.
"Alas, there are so many poor people in the world!" Huang Ting sighed helplessly.
Then, the car stopped at a grain drying field in the village. There were already many people there. They gathered here, waiting for alms and rescue. As soon as the car stopped, everyone swarmed up and came prepared.
The police immediately used electric batons to repel the group of people. The villagers could only stand not far away, watching the bodyguards carry out a large amount of food and water from the back of the car, their eyes were red.
Dangdangdang...
Suddenly, there was a sound of copper buzzing, and all the villagers pricked up their ears, and they all ran in one direction.
"What's going on?" Haitang asked hurriedly.
"Oh, someone in the village is starving to death!" The person on the side replied. It seemed to be unusual, as if he had already been used to such things. Haitang was stunned and said: "Starved to death?!"
Seeing the disbelief on Haitang's face, she smiled faintly and said: "Miss Haitang, in a village like this, it is normal for several people to starve to death every day. This village used to be very big, with several residents.
A large village with a thousand people, they used to be very prosperous, but since the disaster happened, the population has continued to decrease, and now there are only more than 200 people left!"
"Oh my god!" Haitang felt dizzy. It was really unimaginable that so many people in a village of several thousand people starved to death. Haitang said hurriedly: "Let's go and take a look!"
Under the leadership of □□, Haitang came to the place where the crowd gathered. The crowd made way for Haitang. They saw a recently deceased person placed on a stone slab. Haitang saw that the person who died of starvation was an old man.
, a very old man.
"This is an eighty-year-old old man. He should be very prestigious in this village!" □□ explained from the side: "Otherwise, they would not give up the opportunity to distribute food and come here to gather!"
□□'s words made Haitang understand that if ordinary people were to starve to death, they would definitely not give up the opportunity to distribute food, but would ignore it. However, this old man has great prestige in the village, so everyone gathered together.
Here, Haitang shed tears. She looked at the old man. His whole body seemed to be just skin and bones, with no extra flesh at all. This old man looked so much like her grandmother, the Great Elder. Haitang walked up.
, put the wreath hanging around his neck on the old man's body, then clasped his hands and bowed to the old man.
The villagers at the scene all knelt down in unison, then stretched out their hands and crawled towards the old man's body. This was their most respected etiquette for the elders. Haitang gently stroked the old man's hand like a withered vine,
Then he turned and left.
Here, Haitang asked people to leave the corresponding food and water, and then went to other places.
