Eight Thousand Iron Buddha at the Start, Please Make Concessions to the First Emperor!

Beidi County, Niyang County.

This place is close to the land of the Northern Xinjiang Hetao.

Because they are located outside the Great Wall of Beidi County, the pastures are abundant, and most of the people make a living by grazing.

It stands to reason that in the Daqin period, the life of animal herders was always better than that of cultivators.

However, the people of Niyang County are not like this...

"Father, my stomach hurts, and I don't want to eat grass roots."

"My dear son, Daddy will go and find you something else to eat, you..."

"Father, I don't want to eat anymore, I want mother, woo woo."

"Your mother... Your mother will come back when you grow up."

The young child curled up in the arms of his wounded father, his belly bulging strangely.

Apparently it was caused by too much indigestible food in the abdomen.

The man clenched his fists tightly, looking at his thin and weak son, his eyes full of helplessness and anger.

Knowing now, he can still remember the scene at that time...

At the beginning of the year, a group of Huns crossed the unrepaired Great Wall and attacked the entire Niyang County.

Livestock were plundered, women were robbed.

For these maddened Huns, these...are resources!

As for the remaining old people, men, and young children, all that was found was a dead word.

All the villages in Niyang County were shrouded in flames and mourning...

Until the surrounding area returned to calm again, all that was left to the people of Niyang County were endless hatred and the few remaining grains.

And now, the food surplus is exhausted, and the famine is coming...

Despair, helplessness, and anger drove almost every surviving citizen of Niyang County crazy.

"Pillar! Pillar!"

Suddenly, a slightly nianbuy call came, and the man hurriedly walked out of the unbuilt house with his son in his arms.

"Old Li, I'm here!"

Seeing the middle-aged man, the old man hurriedly accelerated his pace and shouted with joy, "Go to the entrance of the village, Mr. Fusu brought food to save us!"

"real!"

"That's still fake? Bring the rice bag and let's go!"

"okay!"

...

At the entrance of the village, Fusu was already surrounded by a lot of people.

"Thank you, son! Thank you son!"

"Thank you for your life-saving grace, Da Qin has not forgotten us."

"God bless Da Qin."

"God-killed Huns, the son wants to uphold justice for us!"

...

Looking at the withered people in front of him, Fusu felt pain in his eyes.

However, at this time, facing the praise and gratitude of the people, he could only force a smile.

Because he couldn't be more clear in his heart.

Now the food in the car is not enough for these people to survive the famine safely.

"I just hope that the people here can talk like the last village."

With a sigh, Fusu forced a smile on his face.

"Fellow townspeople, take your self-portraits to the side and line up, and food will be distributed here."

"Here!"

People who didn't know it had a smile on their face.

His eyes were full of hope.

For them, if they can live, everything is still variable!

"This is your food."

"Okay, next one."

"Next."

"Father and son, right? This is yours."

"Two in the family? How about a selfie?"

Food began to be distributed in an orderly manner.

However, there were some faint voices in the crowd at this time.

"Why... how come that's all?"

"It should be distributed again in a few days, right?"

"It should be. Even if you save the food, it will only last for a month."

"Don't worry, the son will not leave us alone."

Hearing the voices in the crowd, the smile on Fusu's face became a little stiff.

After hesitating for a while, he finally couldn't help but said loudly:

"Folks, in fact... that's the only food this son can take out now."

"I know that this food is definitely not enough for everyone to survive this famine."

"But please believe me, I will definitely find a way later..."

"Young Master! The big thing is bad!"

Suddenly, a soldier ran over panting.

Fusu, who was interrupted, was not angry.

"Did something happen?"

The soldier glanced around at the people who were looking towards this side, then moved closer to Fusu and whispered:

"Young Master, the villagers in that village just now... are fighting!"

"what!?"

Fusu was shocked.

Obviously when he left, the people were fine.

How could it be fought for only an hour?

"Son, those villagers seem to be because of the food."

"There were several people in the village who stole other people's food and were discovered."

"Then things got bigger and bigger, and the people all competed with each other for food, and finally... the whole village was in chaos!"

Fusu's body trembled, and his pupils shrank.

"How... how is it possible, everyone has got the food, so why should they steal from others?"

The soldiers hesitated for a while, but still reminded kindly: "Young Master, we have given food, but it is not enough for the people to survive."

"Quick! Quickly show me!"

"Here!"

With the accompanying escorts, Fusu followed his soldiers and rode back to the last village they passed by.

As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the village, a tragic chaos came into view.

The ground was a mess, and there were even a lot of slight bloodstains and scattered grains.

Several villagers who were knocked to the ground and robbed of their food were moaning in despair.

In the village, angry shouting and scolding can be heard.

And to help Su again, at this time, his face was already pale.

Lips trembled slightly.

"Why...why did this happen."*