I am a snake, so it makes sense to teach a group of demons, right?

Voling 3rd year, August 15.

Mid-Autumn Festival Family Reunion Day.

When the rising sun rose in the east, Zhao Heng, the king of Zhenbei, was in front, and the national master Luo Xinghe took Zhao Xuan’er’s small hand, and the group of three walked out of the south gate of Dragon City and walked slowly towards the east campus two miles away.

“Master Guoji, our Wei Kingdom has suffered a three-year drought, can the officials of the prefectures have counted the specific number of disaster victims?”

asked Zhao Heng.

“Thirteen prefectures of Wei Xinjiang, seven in the north and six in the south. All seven northern states fell, and the drought showed signs of spreading to the six southern states. ”

Today, a large number of disaster victims have gathered in the six southern states, and the number is difficult to count, as for the starvation…”

Luo Xinghe pondered for a while, and said, “The six prefectures have reported a total of more than 97,300.

Zhao Hengjian frowned slightly, “What about those that have not been reported?” Luo

Xinghe sighed lightly and said, “At least a few million, at most…”

Zhenbei King’s heart jumped.

Millions or even tens of millions of people died of starvation alone.

All the refugees add up to at least hundreds of millions, which is terrible.

“Xuan’er. On

the wide official road, Luo Xinghe suddenly squatted down.

The vicissitudes of his eyes stared directly at Zhao Xuan’er.

“What about Master?” ”

The little girl of seven or eight years old, who was still coarse and linen straw shoes yesterday, is now wearing silk satin.

Although the small face is yellow and rough due to severe malnutrition, the big black and white eyes are rippling with the spirit of the clear spring after the rain.

“Couples starve to death every year, it is better to concubine to Caijin City.

If you get 3,000 money, you can travel one mile. ”

Hibiscus texture cooks fragrantly, milk as chaos people fight.

The two brachials first broke off the slaughterhouse, and Xu cut the stock and held it for soup.

“Don’t let the life be fresh meat, see the pieces into the hungry belly.”

Male meat is not eaten, and women’s skin is less sweaty. ”

……

“Xuan’er, later, will Master teach you this poem, okay?” the

girl nodded, “Okay.”

Luo Xinghe let go of Zhao Xuan’er’s little hand, and the girl jumped and ran away, happily like a butterfly.

“Master Guo, whose poem is this? ”

Huh~”

looked at the girl not far away who raised her arms flat and flew as a bird.

Luo Xinghe pulled out a cold smile, “This is not poetry, this is a bloody reality.”

“It happened in Jintong, the capital of Liangzhou.

“Wang Ye, have you heard of the vegetable market?”

Zhao Heng shook his head.

Luo Xinghe explained: “There are people selling pork, dog meat, and mutton in the wet market.

“And the vegetable market has one more human character than the vegetable market.” ”

Hiss~”

Zhao Heng gasped sharply, only feeling creepy.

Luo Xinghe continued: “Whether it is the prince general or the peddler’s pawn, whether it is pork, mutton or dog meat, they all like to eat fresh.

“The older the meat, the more woody it is, and the younger it is, the more tender the meat is.” ”

The male flesh is fishy and the female skin is fatty.

“Also, Meng Khan medicine is very expensive.

“So, those who are sold to the vegetable market…”

Luo Xinghe made a gesture of raising and falling, “to use the pig as a metaphor, the butcher will never simply kill the pig in order to ensure that the meat is delicious.”

Zhang San came to buy meat, picked it for a while, and asked for a pig’s front leg.

The butcher took up his knife and cut off the pig’s front leg with an axe.

Li Chang also came to buy meat and asked for a piece of buttocks.

The butcher cut off a piece with a sharp knife.

“Let the blood splatter, no matter how much the pig howls, the butcher and the buyer will never relent.”

“Because the butcher got the money, the buyer filled his stomach.”

As for the pig, he could only watch himself being dismembered little by little.

Luo Xinghe nodded with his chin the innocent girl who was running madly after the sparrow not far away.

In order to keep her husband and daughter alive, Xuan’er’s mother volunteered to become a pig on the board of the vegetable market. As

the King of Zhenbei, Zhao Heng, who had also experienced more than one tragic war, listened to Luo Xinghe’s words, and his palms couldn’t help but moisen.

War is the killing of people.

And the vegetable market, it is cannibalism.

It is not scary for a person to lose his humanity.

The loss of humanity of all people is the most terrifying.

Because the moral law collapsed.

……

Dragon City East Campus.

Zhao Heng took Luo Xinghe and Zhao Xuan’er in and out of the camp tents, and greeted the soldiers with each other.

The Wei state suffered from a severe drought for three years, and there were countless refugees. For the sake of Annai, most of the grain was used for disaster relief, and the food and grass distributed to the 100,000 soldiers of Dragon City were pitiful.

The treasury was empty, the flesh was already hungry, and there was no spiritual comfort, and it was difficult to ensure that the 100,000 tigers and wolves would not turn their soldiers towards the Wei State Temple.

A tent was crowded with skinny soldiers.

Luo Xinghe looked at it in his eyes, hurt in his heart, and his eyes couldn’t help but flash with tears.

“Listed as a hero who defends his home and country.

Luo Xinghe hugged his fists and said affectionately: “Please accept me.” With

a plop, the Great Wei Guoshi actually knelt on both knees, and his forehead slammed heavily on the ground.

“Lord Guoshi, if you don’t want it

!” “Sir, you are the guardian saint of our Wei Kingdom, I can’t wait for ordinary people, An can afford to be old and old

!” “Protecting the family and defending the country is our duty to defend to the death, Lord Guoshi please get up quickly!”

Even if he saw the Fuling Emperor, he didn’t have to perform the courtesy of a prince.

The kowtowing of the national master is tantamount to the Son of Heaven hanging his head.

The soldiers were moved to tears.

……

Half an hour later.

Luo Xinghe, who had finished condolences to a certain tent, was about to leave, when he suddenly glimpsed a little girl about six or seven years old lying on the futon in the corner.

Luo Xinghe’s face was slightly startled.

“Master Guoji, this child should have been discovered by soldiers who went out hunting and brought back to the school grounds, is there any problem?”

asked Zhao Heng.

Luo Xinghe smiled indifferently and said, “This girl’s root bone qualifications are no worse than Xuan’er.”

“I am Xuan’er I met in the early morning of August 13th.

“The girl I met at noon on August 14th.

“If I could have been two days in the morning, I would have taken her as an apprentice, not Xuan’er.”

Zhao Heng was surprised, “Can you have

this fate?” “One is also learning, two are also teaching, why don’t Master Guoshi accept this second fate?” Luo

Xinghe shook his head, “Three thousand weak water, take one scoop is enough.”

“It’s like a hundred countries in Xiangang, I only look at the writers of the Wei Kingdom.”

“All fate in the world, like flying seeds, will eventually fall to the most suitable piece of soil.”

With a few words, he heard Zhao Heng’s heart clear, “Master Guoji, this king has been taught. Luo

Xinghe and Zhao Heng walked out of the camp tent surrounded by a group of soldiers.

Zhao Xuan’er did not leave with her, but squatted next to a girl of the same age.

Looking at the girl’s face for a while, Zhao Xuan’er stretched out a small hand.

Sharp nails across the girl’s face.

The girl in her sleep Xu Yi felt the pain and frowned slightly.

Retracting her palm, Zhao Xuan’er leaned over slightly and whispered in the girl’s ear.

“I have Master, what do you have?”

The noise was like a sharp arrow, from the front, from the rear, from the left, from the sky.

Shooting from all directions, madly piercing the ears.

Cang Xue slowly opened her eyes and struggled to sit up.

“You’re awake. In

front of the girl squatted a middle-aged man, with a large white bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other.

As he spoke, he slammed the broth in the bowl into his mouth.

“This… Uncle, where is my brother?” ”

Bell~”

The man tapped the rim of the white porcelain bowl with his chopsticks.

“It’s not.

“In the bowl.” ”

……

ps: The national division is called Luo Xinghe, and the previous chapter has been modified.