Daqin: You have a son to help Su

Chapter 109 In the past 80 years, the world has changed

"Emperor Yan, where do you want to see these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains?"

Fusu's eyes were shining brightly, and the eyes of the map that was beating like a heart were also emitting light.

"Fusu, take me there!" Emperor Yan understood what Fusu meant. He wanted to see the future generations of the Xia, but he was also afraid that the era of worry-free food and clothing that Fusu said was false.

That being the case, Fusu looked at several grain production areas on the map, which might make Emperor Yan happy. The rice and wheat covered on the ground were like a golden carpet, and Fusu laughed when he thought about it.

"Fusu is rude." He took Emperor Yan's hands, which were covered with hard calluses from hunting wild animals and making pottery, Shennong Qin, bows and arrows and other items when he was young.

As expected, Emperor Yan and Fusu both entered the map. It seemed to be a flight channel like many time travel dramas. Because the speed was too fast, Fusu was forced to close his eyes.

When his feet landed on the ground, Fusu let go of Emperor Yan's hand: "Emperor Yan, look..."

But when Fusu hadn't finished speaking, an old voice that was not from Emperor Yan came: "Please, give me something to eat!"

Opening his eyes, Fusu was shocked by the mirror image in front of him. This was not the era in which Fusu's descendants lived. Many people in front of him were wearing worn-out cloth, and their faces were sallow and emaciated from hunger.

This is a group of refugees, yes, it is a large group of refugees, the bark of the trees on the road is gone, and a large group of them are staggering towards the south.

"Fusu, is this the future life you told me? Didn't you say that everyone is well fed and warmly clothed?" Emperor Yan asked Fusu in a somewhat angry voice, because he was deceived and disappointed.

No, this is not the later generations. Fusu wanted to explain but couldn't say it. He began to carefully observe the clothes of these common people, and gradually realized that they were the clothes of the common people in the Republic of China.

"I beg you, my grandson hasn't eaten for several days, please give me some food." An old man kneeling on the road begged with the child in his arms. The child in his arms was naked, and his ribs were so hungry that he could see clearly. clearly.

Emperor Yan hurriedly opened his sack. He wanted to find some food for the child. He couldn't just watch the child starve to death, but he had nothing on him. Emperor Yan had put all the food in his pottery.

Somewhat anxiously, he grabbed Fusu's clothes with his backhand: "Is there anything to eat on you?"

"Emperor Yan, this is just an image, you can't help them." Tears welled up in Fusu's eyes, and Fusu probably understood when this happened.

The Great Famine in 1942 was the result of the "Huayuankou Incident" and the excessive expropriation by Japanese pirates. The rations of the Japanese army and Japanese puppet troops constituted a heavy burden on the people of Henan, pushing the people to hell step by step.

"Oh my God! Help us!" The old man cried hoarsely, causing Emperor Yan's hand to lose strength more and more, and he let go of Fusu's hand.

"It is true that this is something that has happened in history, but Emperor Yan, this is not the future generations I am talking about. This is the tragic situation of Zhuxia after being invaded by Japanese invaders. This famine, which is rare in history, starved to death more than 300 million people. .”

Fusu knew about this matter. He had even seen movies related to it. People in future generations who wasted food could not sympathize with how miserable the people were in this era.

"300 million!?" Emperor Yan's heart was bleeding, and 300 million people starved to death here...

What is the concept of 300 million? Emperor Yan's tribe was already the most powerful tribe in his time, but his people did not exceed 300, and 7000 million was a number that the total population of the entire Zhuxia could not reach [-] years ago .

"They are all my descendants..." Emperor Yan clenched his fists, as if gritting his teeth, he said this sentence, his gentle eyes were full of anger and sadness.

This sentence made many people in front of the screen tremble. Emperor Yan's tone and eyes were extremely real. He was sad and angry at the scene in front of him.

"Sure enough, the special effects and plot of this show will never let us down."

"Fusu is full of confidence and wants Emperor Yan to see the glorious days of Zhuxia, but let him bring Emperor Yan to the refugees."

"Which famine is this?"

"In 1942, a certain Shenkai logistics boss broke the embankment of the Yellow River, causing countless deaths and injuries to the entire downstream of the Yellow River."

"Later, the Japanese invaders plundered food on a large scale, and the two-year drought made the famine even more serious."

"Did Zhuxia already have a logistics company at that time? Which boss has so much power?"

"...Suggest Du Niang."

"The hatred of the Japanese invaders will never be forgotten!"

"It's actually been 80 years since we are now, and the world has changed in 80 years!"

yes!In the past 80 years, Zhuxia has gone from an era when anyone could bully it to one of the pinnacles of the world, and they no longer have to look at other countries to live their lives.

The people of Zhuxia can also live comfortably, with balanced nutrition of meat, eggs, milk, and vegetables, and there are still a group of flies slandering the achievements of Zhuxia in the new era. If they are allowed to go back, there may not be ashes left.

"Emperor Yan, this is what I mean by pushing forward the times by 80 years, but after 80 years, Zhu Xia will really have enough food and clothing." Fusu didn't want Emperor Yan to see this scene.

Now Fusu's mentality is very much like a child who wants to prove that he has grown up.He wanted Emperor Yan, the ancestor, to see the best side of future generations, instead of the previous capitalist society and the era of invasion.

"I believe in you," the sad tears in Emperor Yan's eyes were evaporated by the flames of anger, and he looked at the tragedy in front of him reluctantly but could do nothing.

He put his hands on Fusu's body, and firmly held Fusu's shoulders, Emperor Yan was trying to calm down the powerlessness in his heart.

After watching this scene, Emperor Yan and Fusu fell into the tunnel they passed through again, and Fusu began to close his eyes again. He didn't like this feeling.

But this time, Fusu didn't dare to speak after he stood firm. He was afraid that the system would choose a different era for him. After all, at that time, he chose the province with the most cultivated land, but what he saw was such a miserable situation.

Fusu slowly opened his eyes, and in front of him was a golden wheat field, which covered the land in front of Emperor Yan and Fusu, echoing the blue sky.

"It's so beautiful!" This is the common sigh of Emperor Yan and Fusu. The golden wheat fields and the blue sky only meet on the skyline. From a distance, there are large emerald green trees dotting the scene.

"Grandpa, grandpa!" Besides Yandi and Fusu, another pair of grandparents appeared.

The child took the old man's hand and stepped on the place where there was no wheat. The old man also laughed and said, "This year seems to be another bumper harvest year."

Emperor Yan also squatted down, looking at this crop he had never seen before, he could tell that it was a kind of food, and the corners of his mouth that were tightly pursed before smiled again.

"Is this large area all food?"

(End of this chapter)