How many times the group portrait is spring

It is still a three-person warning, and after this chapter, it will return to the normal perspective of God

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The grain and grass that Wan Daomeng transported to the disaster area were plundered by refugees before they reached the place.

Hearing this, Jing Rong had been sleepless for several days. He was reviewing the papers, and dispatched manpower to escort the packaged food and grass for aiding the south.

I heard that there are many refugees on the road grabbing food. Some small sects abide by the principle of not using force against mortals. The food trucks have been robbed so that there is not even a shelf. Arrived, the grain truck was clean.

Yun Jing took the initiative to invite Ying to go to the southern border. She happened to be the leader of the Qingyun Peak disciples this time. Famine always easily leads to some disasters. There are already doctors in the Valley of Medicine Kings.

Most of the sect's disciples sent out Jing Rong rubbed his brows, Mo Lingyun didn't let him out, a disciple in the qi training period is of little use, he might just add to the chaos if he goes there.

Mo Lingyun donated all the radishes and cabbages he had planted before, and some pickles he made himself.

Many disciples also donated emergency supplies such as cotton cloth and dry food. These add up to a new wave of supplies that need to be escorted.

Rao is Xuantianzong, and there are not so many portable storage artifacts. If the artifacts are full, they can only be transported manually.

"At a critical moment in the southern border, we are united, and we will definitely get better." Mo Lingyun helped to load the car, comforting Jing Rong who hadn't rested for a long time.

For the winter disaster in the southern border, the first supplies to arrive were Zhongnanguan and Yaowanggu in the southern border, followed by the Wandao League, sects in the north such as Xuantianzong, the distance caused them to delay be later.

southern border

Refugees flocked to the rich land like a tide, and the city gates that were normally open were closed to keep them out. Later, disciples of the Wan Dao League went to the southern border to stabilize the situation, and donated porridge and medicine, barely preventing the southern border from rising. There was turmoil.

But this is not enough, the delivered grain and grass is less than one-tenth of what was robbed on the road. Recently, there are many bandits, and the first grain and grass convoy has been robbed. However, many rogues died in vain.

Hearing the news, Lin Wuduan took people to escort the grain carts, and ordered the city lord's mansion to open a warehouse to release grain. He hoped that the injuries and losses would be reduced as much as possible, and if the support grain arrived, it would be spring in the southern border.

Some people can't wait for spring to come, such as my mother, such as me.

The city lord's mansion has opened a warehouse to release food, but we are still not allowed to enter the city. My mother, who has no medicine to relieve her condition, is seriously ill again. She pointed at herself, then looked at me, and said with a smile: "Early death and early escape."

I couldn't speak, and I didn't know what to pick up. I broke off the dry wood I picked up today, and went to the next door to borrow some sparks. When I went, they were eating barbecue, and when they saw me, they turned sideways to block me.

It smells so good.I haven't touched meat for a long time, and I couldn't help asking: "What kind of meat is this?"

"Rat meat, it's delicious." Ni'er, who is about my age, replied, and her mother immediately covered her mouth.

It's so good, rat meat, my house doesn't even bother to come in.

I couldn't help swallowing all the way back with the firewood, thinking, if there is a mouse in my house, I will catch it and eat it.

But there are no mice and no firewood in my house.

Mother has been lying on the bed for a long time, not only I have no meat to eat, but she also has no meat. I broke the firewood and peeked at her, and asked in a low voice: "Mother, why don't you trade me for an old hen, the stew will be delicious."

"You brat is still an old hen, you can't even exchange two liters of rice." Mother coughed twice, I knew she was hard-spoken and soft-hearted, she scolded me, but she never tried to sell me.

Erya from the next door village was eaten yesterday. Compared to her, I am already very lucky.

In the middle of the night, I was so hungry that my eyes were dim, and I saw a mouse running around everywhere. I reached out to catch it, but I missed it and fell a big somersault, which woke up my mother.

She looked better, and waved to me, saying, "Xiaocao, come here."

My name is Xiaocao, and my mother said that taking intentions is endless, but now taking intentions is like nothing.

I went as she wanted, and she hugged me and cried again, saying that mother is sorry for you, and that mother may not survive this spring, so throw her on the hill, don't bury her, waste the straw mat, I I don't have the strength either.

I rubbed my nose, and I didn't know how I could still laugh right now, so I said, "Why don't you sell me and have a good meal before you leave."

Mother cried and laughed, and slapped me, "Why did I give birth to such an uninteresting thing like you?"

"Why don't we starve to death and bury together?" I lay on her lap. Before the famine came, my mother often let me lie on her lap like this, and she patted my back to coax me to sleep.

"Don't say such bad things, my little grass will live a long life." She touched my face and said some nonsense, and I said to her again: "Why don't you put me to sleep again, I just It hurts and I can't sleep."

"Will it hurt?" Mother is laughing, she knows, after beating me and learning to steal, I will never cry for pain, and the number of times I have been beaten is more than the number of times I have eaten.

"Just say whether you can coax me or not." I lay on my stomach and didn't move.

"Okay, my mother will coax you."

The snow on the eaves melted, and the snow water dripped down the holes in the roof. Our door frame without a door was opened to welcome the cold wind, and my mother accompanied me to sleep by humming a song I used to listen to when I was a child.

Mother didn't wait for the food, and I didn't wait for the day when she was well.

When I woke up, my mother was freezing cold, I dug the snow with an iron basin as usual, rubbed it with my hands, and then wiped my mother's face. Halfway through the rubbing, the food distribution people from the city lord's mansion came.

But I still don't know whether my mother died of illness or starvation.

I used the rations provided by the city lord's mansion to eat my fill, and gathered all my strength, but I still couldn't carry my stiff mother.

Halfway through the back, I fell to the same place as my mother, and I reached out to pull her, but it couldn't move.

Then I saw the Taoist priest who said he would come back, and he did.

I think he should be a good guy.

So I asked him: "You said, am I worth an old hen?"

The Taoist priest's eyes turned red instantly, and a big man was crying like something.

I stretched out my hand and pushed him, "It's fine if you don't say anything, don't stop me from carrying my mother."

"Sorry..." he said.

"What are you sorry for me, you don't owe me." I laughed, "You people are so strange, you always like to be moved by compassion."

I don't remember what the Taoist said after that, I just want to bury my mother, when I was digging this cold and hard mud, I couldn't help but think, how about I lie in it too, so as not to starve to death No one buried me.

This spring in the south is really cold, I have never felt so cold.

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At the end of January, the first batch of food and grass donated by Xuantianzong arrived in the southern border, and the food and grass crowd-funded by Taoists also arrived in various disaster areas one after another, and the monks distributed it to the affected people for free.

Lin Wuduan was a member of the food distribution team. He traveled through many difficult places in the southern border. Along the way, he did not see the spring snow melting, but only saw new corpses buried in straw mats.

Lin Wuduan finally understood that the world is full of hardships. Although he is a Taoist, he really cannot survive the world.

The master said that it is his best way to do his best to protect the peace and happiness of the common people in the world.

On the way to distribute grain, he happened to meet Zhongnanguan grain truck.

"Master Wuduan." The disciples headed by Zhong Nanguan saluted Lin Wuduan, and after the salute, they said to the common people who were receiving food: "Supreme Taiyi Duer Tianzun."

Lin Wuduan sighed softly, he hadn't recited the congratulatory speech for a long time, under such a situation, he was almost speechless, "Please trouble fellow Taoist."

"Helping the world and saving people is what my Taoist family should do, so why bother." The disciple responded, and said: "Since you and I are in the same way, I won't go into details. Let's take a step first."

It seems to be the habit of Taoist disciples not to leave their names when doing good deeds, Lin Wuduan didn't stay too long, he looked at these people who were weeping with joy after getting the food and said in a deep voice: "Be patient, Wan Dao League will definitely not ignore you, the Northern Territory The emergency food and grass are coming soon."

First survive this season of no food, and then use the rich field water to sow and harvest, and the famine caused by the winter disaster will naturally pass; Lin Wuduan thought about the good, and tried not to let himself think about what tragedy is happening in places beyond his reach .

The disaster situation in the northern border is much better than that in the southern border. Most people in the northern border are used to stockpiling food, and the land is sparsely populated. The manpower brought by Ning Qing is almost enough to stabilize the situation in the northern border.

In mid-February, all the food and grass aided by Xuantianzong arrived in the southern border, and they were escorted by more than ten teams to different disaster areas. Brother and sister Lin Wuduan and Yunjing met in the hardest hit area after a long absence.

Yun Jing looked at the haggard Lin Wuduan and muttered in a low voice: "Senior brother, you've been haggard a lot recently."

"For the benefit of the people is what I should do." Lin Wuduan handed him the magical storage device that he had emptied. The weather has warmed up recently, and they have already started to prepare to plant food for the common people to plant again.

The reward system Wandao League is still working out, but those who dare to eat the distributed grain will be punished severely.

"When saving people, you must also take care of yourself." After saying that, Yun Jing followed the people from Yaowang Valley.

Most of the Yaowang Valley is a medical practitioner who focuses on medicine, and his cultivation base is much lower, but according to the latest regulations of the Wan Dao League, the team that escorts important supplies or accompanying doctors must have Jindan monks to lead the team. Shao Xiu, Yun Jing happens to be Jin Danchu, so it doesn't hurt to help Yao Wang Gu to suppress the battle.

Not only them, but Daoist Fuli also visited the southern border in person. In this way, two of the masters of the six peaks of Xuantian went to the southern border to rescue the disaster. Funding, most ordinary people should have no problem getting through this spring.

As late spring approached, the warming of the southern border became more and more obvious. One after another, people dug up the soil that had been frozen for two seasons, and resumed farming.

The grains distributed by Wandao League came in handy at this time. Now that the disaster situation has stabilized, most people would not choose to use grains to fill their stomachs.

After all, the Wandao League clearly ordered that those who ate the grain should not distribute relief grain and those who grew the grain. Most of these things were carried out by the monks themselves, and there was no room for them to steal and play tricks.

As the disaster in the southern region eased, a large number of disciples who went to the southern region for disaster relief also withdrew to the sect one after another, and the hope of life was rekindled in this land since late spring.