The tribune looked at the little girl's body and said meaningfully: "You gave your only food and weapons to others, what about yourself?"
The little girl smiled and said: "I'm fine. I'm hungry. At least they don't have to go hungry anymore, right?"
The tribune sighed: "That's not certain."
The little girl asked in surprise: "Why?"
The tribune sighed: "The village next door to the south you are talking about is Zhiyun Village, right? The place where there is star weaving grass is hundreds of miles away from here. They only eat a little steamed bun now.
I simply don’t have the energy to go out that far.”
The little girl was stunned. She suddenly realized that she still ignored these details.
The tribune continued to sigh: "Actually, these people don't live long anymore. They have eaten bark and soil for too many days, and their internal organs have problems. Death is only a matter of time."
The little girl was stunned: "Isn't there any way to help them?"
The tribune shook his head helplessly: "How can we help? The food is stored in the war preparation granary in the main city. No one can open a granary without permission from the city lord. Moreover, the food in the granary is not for these poor people. You understand
?”
The little girl asked: "Are we just going to watch these people starve to death?"
The tribune did not answer. Silence usually means acquiescence. He has been stationed here for nine years and has seen too many refugees die of starvation, disease and beatings. He has become numb after seeing it.
In the age of disaster, what does it matter if someone dies?
The little girl also fell silent. After a moment, she suddenly raised her head, a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes: "No, I have to help them."
"Help them? How can you help them?" The tribune looked at her curiously, "You are like this, how can you help them? Let me tell you, even if you go to the main city to beg for food now, you may not be able to
You’re asking for it, not to mention you can’t get in. Refugees are not allowed to enter the city.”
The little girl didn't answer him. She straightened her back again and walked into the cold wind with her head held high. The direction she left was towards the main border city.
Watching the frail and tattered figure disappear at the end of the road, the tribune sighed helplessly. He didn't believe that this little girl could help these children, because even he couldn't do anything about it, let alone a little child.
What do you expect your child to be able to do that adults can’t do?
However, when it was getting dark, the little girl appeared again. This time her expression was very excited and she shook the little bundle around her waist: "Come and see, what have I brought back?"
As she spoke, she opened the cloth bundle, and inside was a small ball of flour, about the size of a fist.
The tribune was also a little curious: "How did you get it?"
The little girl smiled: "I followed the grain truck, quietly opened the sacks on it, and then collected the noodles along the way."
The tribune disagreed: "What can you do with this little flour? It's not even enough to make a small bowl of soup."
The little girl called Ding Wenhe and asked him to carefully pack the noodles in a broken bowl.
"I can go again!" The little girl's eyes were shining with hope. Although she was young, she was very persistent, so she turned around and ran into the cold wind.
By this time, it was completely dark.
There are no stars in the night sky, only the howling cold wind. I don't know when the night sky starts to snow, and the snowflakes are like powder.
At midnight, the little girl returned again. This time she seemed even more excited. She proudly opened the bundle, and the tribune discovered that what she brought back this time was pure white rice grains.
There are not many meters, and their number can be counted with the naked eye. The visual inspection is only a handful.
"What can you do with this little rice?" the tribune laughed disdainfully.
The little girl ignored his sarcasm and said proudly: "I can still go. As long as I am willing to go, I can always add up to a lot, right?"
The tribunes looked at the night sky and said worriedly: "It looks like it's going to snow heavily. This little rice and flour can support them for half a day at most. Maybe they will freeze to death tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."
The little girl said: "No, I believe in tomorrow. As long as there is tomorrow, we have hope, right?"
After saying this, she ignored the tribune's reaction and disappeared into the night again.
The third time we returned was at dawn, heavy snow fell like feathers in the sky, thick snow covered the villages and roads, and there were still layers of ice on the snow. This was a standard nine-winter day.
The little girl brought back another small bag of white rice, but this time everyone was unhappy because there were several children lying motionless on the debris in the shack.
When I stepped forward and took a closer look, I saw that they had layers of ice on their bodies, their eyebrows and eyes were frozen, and their little faces were covered with pure white ice and snow.
The little girl's throat suddenly became clogged and she could not speak, because these children had no breathing and they were frozen to death.
"No, my speed is too slow, I have to speed up!" the little girl said with red eyes.
Ding Wenhe said decisively: "Sister, I will go with you!"
"You stay and take care of them. I won't be easily discovered if I go alone!" The little girl threw herself into the snow again.
The speed of the fourth time was indeed very fast, and this time the baggage was actually full. However, the tribune still found something wrong, because he saw that half of the little girl's face was swollen with five clear marks on it.
fingerprint.
"Were you beaten?" The tribune suddenly felt distressed.
"I'm fine!" The little girl disagreed, "Because I stole this rice from a rich family, so being slapped is nothing."
The tribune was speechless. He looked at the frail little girl, her firm expression, and her swollen cheek. He suddenly felt that this child was the tribune of this place.
And he himself is an outsider.
The fifth and sixth bags of rice were delivered to this dilapidated village very quickly. It was said to be very fast, but it still took most of the day.
A fire had been raised on the snow outside the shed, and a pot was placed on it. The rice was cooked into porridge. Ding Wenhe was feeding these malnourished children in a small bowl.
The fire was raised by the tribunes on their own initiative. Seeing the fire, the little girl's smile became even more joyful: "You are indeed different from many tribunes."
The tribune looked worried: "This rice can last for a day or two. Don't go any further. You should know the laws of our kingdom."
The punishment for theft and theft in the Dasheng Kingdom is also very severe, but the little girl is just a child, and she only received a few slaps and a few kicks for the few bags of rice she stole.
Even so, she was limping when she walked, and her thin figure was walking in the knee-deep snow. If you didn't look carefully, you would think it was a puppy crawling.
The eighth bag, the ninth bag, the tenth bag, and the eleventh bag were collected in the evening of the next day. They were neatly piled on the rock beside the road. The number was not large, but for the situation in front of me,
For a group of children, this is the only hope for survival.
The tribune looked at the rice grains, which were as white as snowflakes. He stood blankly in the snowdrift, unable to say a word.
Is it right for a person to steal in order to survive? If a person wants to survive for others, is it stupid to steal? The tribune suddenly felt that the most difficult problem in this world is the problem of survival. You will never
Can't tell right from wrong.
When the twelfth bag of rice was sent back, the little girl was obviously a little tired, and there was a hint of tiredness on her face: "I just met a border guard."
"Are you okay?" the tribune asked with concern.
The little girl smiled and said: "I'm fine. I run fast. Running has always been my strong point. They can't catch me."
The tribune said: "Forget it, don't go, it's very dangerous."
The little girl said: "I will go again. Although there is not much rice, as long as we keep working hard, everyone can survive, right? Although I don't know martial arts, I am the heir of this heroic knife. I can't give up on these people."
No matter, big brothers will look down on me, I believe in tomorrow, I believe there is hope..."
The wind and snow suddenly intensified, and the little girl braved the blinding wind and snow to set off again.
This time, she went away for a long, long time and did not come back.
The tribune paced back and forth uneasily on the snow, and Ding Wenhe ran to the intersection from time to time to look around, but the whole night, the little girl did not appear on the village path.
The snow is heavier and the wind is stronger, but everyone's heart is colder because everyone is afraid that the little girl will never come back.
At dawn, the little girl's figure finally appeared in everyone's field of vision as she wished. This time she was carrying a whole big sack, limping awkwardly on the snow.
The tribunes and Ding Wenhe immediately greeted her, helped her unload the sack, and helped her rest against the rock.
It can be seen that she is indeed very tired this time, her face is dried out, her lips are chapped, she is breathing heavily, and her small chest is heaving violently.
Ding Wenhe said quickly: "Sister, I'll get you some water."
"No... no need..." The little girl was still smiling, but her expression was indescribably sad, "Yes... I'm sorry..."
Ding Wenhe said in surprise: "What's wrong? Sister?"
The little girl smiled hard and said: "I...I can't steal rice for you anymore. Maybe this is the last trip..."
The tribune was suddenly horrified to find that the snow that the little girl walked along was covered with blood. He was an energy user and immediately used his energy to sense. Only then did he discover that there were actually three sword wounds on the little girl's back, one of which
One of them was very fatal. It injured the lungs and heart from the back. The little girl's breath was rapidly weakening at this moment.
"What's going on?" The tribune panicked, completely panicked.
The little girl smiled apologetically: "Sorry, I ran into a border guard again. This time I couldn't escape, so I could only try my best to walk back..."
"Hold on, hold on!" the tribune turned and shouted, "Wenhe, hurry up and get the cloth and medicine. Is there any medicine left? Hurry, come and bandage her..."
His voice sounded like he was crying, but the little girl looked at him with tender eyes: "I told you, you are different from the tribunes in other places. You are a good person because you are willing to serve for nine years."
Time stays here to protect them, you are different..."
