After dressing as a widow

Lin Zhen squatted down in the narrow stone gap, and moved to his side: "Your injuries are so serious, I thought it would take you several days to wake up."

There is nothing happier than Gu Lin waking up, Lin Zhen smiled openly, his slightly round eyes turned into crooked smiles, and the tip of his handsome nose was also wrinkled a little, making him look young.

Gu Lin looked at him, and all the things in his mind went back to the basket. He wanted to say something, but he only said two words for a long time. Lin Zhen quickly said: "Don't worry, wait until you are better. Come on, This is a medicine for reducing fever. After drinking this time, wait until noon. If there is still residual heat, I will go to the nearby mountains to see if there are any herbs with the same effect." Although it has been dried, but the effect is not good, it is not half of the medicine None.

Just like other weeds, they are all sunburned and yellow, so it is hard to find.

Gu Lin lost a lot of blood, and there was pain everywhere in his body, which slowed down his brain's reaction speed, but seeing Lin Zhen in front of him, he didn't see Lin Zhen flustered from his body when he just woke up. Li withdrew, opened his mouth a little, and asked Lin Zhen to feed himself medicine with a bamboo cup.

Lin Zhen held the bamboo cup in one hand, supported his head a little with the other, leaned on his lap, and said, "After you fainted yesterday, I covered that wicked man's body with grass, and then used the medicine he carried I'll stop the bleeding for you. Fortunately, he has two bottles of hemostatic medicine, which are just enough for you, otherwise it will be dangerous..."

The scene of Gu Lin falling down in front of his eyes yesterday really scared Lin Zhen, so he was extraordinarily happy at the moment. While feeding the medicine, he told Gu Lin what happened yesterday. He found food, water, and a small medicine box at the place where he was resting during the day. After returning, he dug a hole to boil medicine, changed his veil, and finally talked about the little mouse that crawled over his feet, saying: It has a sharp nose, and I smelled it as soon as I brought the food, but luckily I didn’t bring its children and grandchildren, our rations are not enough for it to carry.”

Gu Lin leaned his head on his lap, listening to him talking about these things, looking up from Gu Lin's angle, you can see his chin, lips, and nose, occasionally when he looked down at Gu Lin, Gu Lin Can still see his eyes.

Gu Lin liked this moment very much, even though the crack in the stone was very narrow, he had just retracted a leg that had crossed the gate of hell.

This is because he can lean on Lin Zhen's lap openly, without being pushed away by Lin Zhen, and without being looked at strangely by others.

When he was eight or nine years old, Lin Zhen would still pick him up from time to time, treating him as a child.

But since he was ten years old, his height became more and more like a big child, Lin Zhen never hugged him again.

After feeding him the medicine, Lin Zhen said, "I'll take two rice cakes and put them on the charcoal, and they will be cooked in a while. You can eat one and rest."

The grain recovered from the mountain was placed in the corner between the stones, two bags that could hold ten catties of rations.

The day he came out of Fucheng was the thing he tied up. He knew that it was filled with rice cakes and white rice. Including the journey back to Anyuan Town, this amount of food is not enough.

He looked at Lin Zhen, blinked his eyes, and said that he knew.

Lin Zhen went out with an empty bamboo cup, and the two rice cakes in the fire pit were indeed roasted by the residual temperature of the coals, exuding the fragrance of rice. At this time and this place, it is no exaggeration to say that having a mouthful of rice cakes is a winner in life up.

Lin Zhen turned the rice cake over, waited for the rice cake to be soft and not hard in the middle, wiped off the ashes on the top, ate it in two or three bites, and took the remaining one to feed Gu Lin.

Seven or eight days later, Lin Zhen helped Gu Lin to walk slowly on the wasteland in front of the cracks in the rocks.

"Don't be so anxious, it will be more troublesome if you accidentally burst the wound." He originally wanted to pull Gu Lin, but Gu Lin was taller than him, and pulling it was useless. He could only hold Gu Lin's uninjured one Putting his arm on his shoulder, lending Gu Lin a little strength.

They were lucky these days, except for a few animals that ate their carcasses and came here, they didn't see the refugee army, nor did they see other refugees, which allowed Gu Lin to recuperate for a few days with peace of mind.

However, the consumption of food and water can be seen with the naked eye. From the beginning, the two of them had two rice cakes for a meal, and now they have one meal for each of them. The water has also returned to the time when there was a shortage of water a few days ago. Do not move.

Even so, there is only one bag of rice cakes left, less water, and only four bamboo cups.

Gu Lin leaned on him with half of his body, and said: "Only the shoulder injury is still a little serious, other places are fine, Uncle Lin, let's pack up our worries later and leave, follow the path that Wang Youcai said that day. go forward."

"Although there were many vagrant troops who robbed refugees fleeing famine that day, as long as the two of us were vigilant and avoided in time, everything should be fine." With this ration, they would really starve, and they had to find water and food while they were still a little bit dependent.

Lin Zhen was really worried about his injury, but he also knew that what Gu Lin said was the truth, so he nodded: "Okay."

He walked away as soon as he said, supported Gu Lin to move around for a while, and then let go of his hand to confirm that he was all right except for his walking posture, Lin Zhen took the bag containing grain, the bamboo tube cup filled with water and Put the empty bamboo cups and the small medicine box into the crude small basket made of rattan when I have nothing to do these days, and put it on my back: "Let's go."

Gu Lin nodded, his hatchet was damaged and completely unusable, and what he was holding in his hand was the huge broad knife of the tall bandit leader.

This broad knife is very heavy, with a thick handle, and a long and generous blade. If Gu Lin hadn't practiced archery all the year round, his hand strength was much stronger than that of his peers, let alone using it, even holding it would be difficult.

There are also his bow, the arrows that he recovered less than ten, and the tripping rope of the first gangster he killed. Road, along the side of this abandoned official road, according to what Wang Youcai said, we will see a village in a short time. From the side of the village is the main river channel of the river in Anyuan Town. When the road encounters a fork, go left It will arrive in seven days."

"That village must have been slaughtered by the refugee army, and maybe it is still stationed there, so we have to bypass this village." Consider food distribution.

If it weren't for the injuries on his body, Gu Lin would have been sure to lead Lin Zhen to the official path, but now he has to take a detour.

Lin Zhen carried the things on his back: "It's okay to take a detour. If we can't do it, let's move on to the remaining food and rice cakes. Dig deeper to make do with tree roots. It's only about ten days and a half months away. Climbing, we The two of you have to crawl back."

Gu Lin's heart was pierced by the word "father" in his mouth, he took a deep look at Lin Zhen's skinny face, which was still peeled off by the sun, and turned his head silently.

Lin Zhen didn't think much about his sudden silence, Gu Lin often did this these days, Lin Zhen felt that he was worried about the future of the two of them.

After so many days, the corpses of those refugees fleeing famine who were murdered by the vagrant army are already highly decomposed. Not only are they covered with maggots, but they also ooze out vomitous corpse fluid, and many corpses have been eaten to pieces by wild animals. Drag and drop everywhere.

Lin Zhen still couldn't get used to it, and almost vomited out the half piece of rice cake he ate in the morning.

"I don't know when the drought will pass..." After seeing so many people and so many things along the way, Lin Zhenzhen is really impressed by the devastating impact of natural disasters and man-made disasters on the people at the bottom. Shi Jiukong is not exaggerating.

Just like the uncontained bones lying here at this moment, they are not also someone's son, someone's daughter, someone's husband, and someone's parents. When disaster strikes, they don't even have the strength to resist, so they can only follow in the footsteps of their fellow villagers. Familiar land, go to a foreign land.

But he still died here, at the hands of those pretentious executioners who took advantage of the chaos and put themselves above others with some force.

Maybe they have regretted it too, they might as well stay at home, at least there is a sheltered place, so they don't need to be exposed to dead bodies in the wilderness, and don't need to be eaten by wild beasts.

Lin Zhen walked down the road with his head down, and suddenly said: "To be an official who governs like this, just find a pillar and kill him, and occupy the seat to harm others."

He is like a flood that has opened the floodgates. He wants to bear it but can't help it. When the drought is showing signs, he should encourage the people to plant drought-resistant crops instead of continuing to plant Luozhou. It tastes good, but the yield is low, and it is more delicate than other rice. Luozhou rice, such as sorghum, buckwheat, and sweet potato, are very good drought-resistant crops. Even if there is no good harvest, it will not be a failure, and it can settle the hearts of the people in Fucheng and Fucheng.

Then when the situation seemed to be getting out of control, he went to Tong Fubing's side, plotting to fight every day, and fighting so that Fucheng was swaggered into the city gate by a group of refugees assembled by a group of refugees. Hundreds of years of prosperity burnt.

Gu Lin has been with him since he was a child, and every policy theory he writes after reading will be given to him for review. He knows that what Uncle Lin said is right. My own unique insights, especially the people's livelihood.

As Uncle Lin said, if the magistrate of Fucheng, or other people who can make decisions, can associate himself with the drought in Yongzhou earlier, and let the people in spring farming switch to drought-resistant sorghum, buckwheat, and sweet potatoes, the people of Fucheng will not It collapsed so quickly, if it wasn't for the struggle for power between the prefect of Fucheng and the envoy of Fucheng Xuanfu, even the common people in the city would have heard of it, which would have caused the civil officials and military officials in Fucheng to have no contact with each other, but to work together, the huge Fucheng It is impossible to be occupied by the refugee army so easily.