Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

There are hungry people everywhere on the road, they are too hungry to sit there, they can't even see the meat, only the dry skin and bones are left, like living dead bones.

The ground scorched by the sun was hot, and the hungry people sitting on the ground smelled rancid, and it was unknown when it would turn into a real pile of dry bones.

There are many people who can't afford to eat, and all places are ordered to open warehouses to help the people. However, after the Baiyue War, there is no grain in the middle of the country. Even if you rest for a year, it is impossible to support the people of a country.

What's more, there are still Huns invading the territory in the north, and even the army's rations that resisted the Huns have not had time to mobilize in the future.

The army on the side controls the order to prevent the hungry people from scrambling for food and recruits people to distribute it. Even so, each person only has a small bag of beans.

A civilian in a short shirt was sitting at the back of the line with a shriveled bag, looking at the people who couldn't see the end in front of him, and wondered if he could get food today, because the family had no food at all.

He sat on the ground, the hot air seemed to be a little distorted, making the vision in front of him slightly blurred, and his lips were a little dry.

It was too cold to move in the beginning of spring, but now it is like a steamer in summer.

"The weather this year is like a disaster from heaven."

The man raised his head and stared blankly in front of him, opened his lips and said absentmindedly.

"Who says it's not?" A person leaning on the side of the eaves, who looked the same, shook his head weakly and said.

"For no reason." The man sitting on the ground who was starved and skinny lowered his head and said intermittently: "Why bother to bring disaster like this."

His voice was bitter and trembling. If this went on, he could only watch his family members starve to death.

"Who knows?" The person on the side coughed twice, unable to speak, and finally raised his eyes empty, looking at the dazzling sun above his head.

"Maybe Qin Zheng has no way, and the sky doesn't want people to live."

Since the Qin Dynasty, the people in their Chu land have not lived a few days. They were either invaded by Baiyue and conscripted to fight wars, or they were forced to build cities and canals, or they were nothing but natural disasters.

As he spoke, his eyes turned sideways to the food distribution team, and he sneered, and his voice became a little louder: "Open a warehouse to provide food..."

"A bag of beans per person is enough to eat..."

This remark seemed to have been heard by a Qin soldier on the side. The soldier's eyes were red and he was about to walk over, but he was stopped by someone beside him.

"Forget it, what do you care about with them?"

"I just think the food was fed to the dogs." The soldier held the dagger in his hand, glanced at the man lying on the ground, and lowered his head and said angrily.

"My brother hadn't eaten while fighting the Xiongnu outside the pass, so I distributed it to them first, that's good..."

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On the top of Xianyang City, a soldier guarding the city wiped the sweat from his forehead, stood on the top of the top of the city and looked into the distance in a daze, in a daze, that day, it was red.

Xu Zhen is suffering from the heavens. After the long snow, it is not the rebirth, but the drought. After July, there will be no more rain.There are thousands of miles of dry land, the rivers and canals are dry, and the fields plowed with sheds are dead, and there is no grain or harvest for a year.

There were wailing sounds all over the place, there were dead bones on the road, and no one even picked them up.

Another March, the autumn solstice, is the first rain. The patter of rain has not gone to the streets and alleys of the cities, but has flowed between the bluestone slabs and beside the dry bones in the suburbs.

After the rain, the dead bones withered and the plague spread.

The whole world is like the Shura Prison.

It's as if it was God's will to perish Qin Shi.

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"Swish."

The raindrops fell finely on the coir raincoat that was draped over her body, making the sound of fine rain, and Gu Nan pressed the bamboo hat on top of her head.

There was a low sobbing sound from the side of the road, Gu Nan looked there, a woman was sitting next to a dead body, her brows were red, and she didn't know whether it was rain or tears.

After beckoning, a group of soldiers covering their mouths and noses came up and carried the corpse away.

The woman didn't stop her either, she just sat there blankly, watching the corpse being carried away, covering her mouth with her hand.

The rain got louder.

The plague has spread to all parts of the country, and Xianyang City is hardly immune, or it can be said that the epidemic in Xianyang City is more severe than other places.

Gu Nan hoped that she could find a way to cure this plague, but there were so many types of plague, and she was not a medical student, she couldn't even tell the types of this plague clearly.

Sealing off the plague-stricken areas, isolating the sick, dragging the sick and burning the dead, this is the only thing she can do.

Gu Nan walked to the woman's side, took off his coir raincoat and put it on the woman's body. The woman's body trembled. Gu Nan didn't know what to say, so she stood there for a while.

He just took off the bamboo hat on his head and put it on the woman's head again.

The woman finally cried aloud, hugged Gu Nan, and buried her head in her shoulder, crying muffled.

In the rain, Gu Nan stood there, silently stretched out his hand and patted the woman's back for a while.

Both sides of the road were full of sick groans, and several patients were thrown on the street. Maybe they had no relatives, or maybe they were unable to take care of them.

When they die, they will be taken away by soldiers.

The street had already been sealed off, and there was no light under the dark clouds in the rain, and the road was dark.There may be some light reflected in the water between the slabs.

The boots stepped into the stagnant water, crushing the streetscape reflected in the stagnant water.

Standing in the rain with a piece of white armor, she walked over, let the rain drenched, let the armor get soaked, she turned her head and looked at the Xianyang Palace, looking at it from a distance.

Under the cloudy clouds, there seemed to be a wave of golden energy faintly dissipating in the rain in Xianyang Palace.

She always thought it was just an illusion, but this time, she seemed to have some kind of feeling somewhere.

The rainwater slid down from her visor, and the water droplets on the visor also stayed behind, and the eyes under the visor reflected the clouds in the distance.

It seems to be asking myself: "God's will?"

The hand hanging at the waist held the hilt of the black sword at the waist, and the water droplets on the hilt flowed down the palm of the hand.

The hand was clenched tightly, but it seemed to be grasping something weakly.

Finally let go.

Water dripped from his hands, reflecting the white armor falling to the ground.

It fell to pieces.

"Why come here?"

Chapter 236 : Me, am I right?