After the locust disaster, my fairy reincarnation identity was exposed

Mr. Xiang smiled bitterly: "It's useless to argue about this at this time. We all agree to go to the capital, so let's go. I, an old man, won't go. I can't even walk out of the village, let alone walk such a long way."

Xiang Lao's son looked at him with red eyes and choked with sobs: "Dad, I will carry you on my back."

Mr. Xiang forced out a smile and patted his shoulder: "Children, be obedient and take them with you. Your father and I have lived until now. It's enough. Really, it's worthwhile to see your mother."

Xiang Lao's son burst into tears but did not stop him.

Not only does he have a father, he also has a wife, sons, and grandchildren.

If he were forty years younger, he would have to carry his father to the capital.

But he was over sixty years old and it was uncertain whether he would be able to walk to the capital. How could he carry his eighty-year-old father on his back?

The boss of the rich family was old and lifeless: "Just bang the gong and tell them to leave."

Mr. Xiang lost a lot of weight, but there was determination in his eyes: "Happy, knock the gong."

He was upright, and the whole village was counting on him. No matter how helpless he was, he couldn't fall before them.

Xiang Ci's eyes fell on Ye Kai, who had also lost a lot of weight, and his already deep eyes looked even deeper now.

I once looked at my broad shoulders, but now they look very thin.

He came to the dead peach tree, picked up the mallet and struck the gong.

Everyone in the village knew what this sound meant.

The gong was still trembling at the end, and the villagers came out of the village one after another.

Men pushed wheelbarrows and pulled carts with necessities, as well as young children.

The women held their older children in their hands and followed the men with sad expressions.

Xiang Ci didn't see happiness on the faces of these people, only melancholy and worried faces.

"Xiaoqi."

Xiang Ci turned around and saw Mrs. Cui.

The smile on Cui's face is gone, there are more wrinkles, and the black hair on her temples is now gray.

In the past, when you tied up your hair with a wooden hairpin, there would be a big lump of hair, but now there is only a little bit.

The clothes on her body are empty, and you can imagine how thin she is under the clothes.

Xiang Ci's heart ached, her nose was extremely sore, and something seemed to fall out of her eyes.

Mrs. Cui wiped Xiao Qi's tears: "Silly girl, what's the point of crying? Our family is still here, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, you know?"

Xiang Ci didn't even know that he was crying. When he touched it with his hand, it was really full of tears.

Xiang Wan walked over with a baggage on her back. She was once as fair-skinned, beautiful and gentle as a lady, but now her skinny eyes looked very big.

Xiang Ling, the most beautiful one, is as thin as a silly boy, with perseverance and coldness in his eyes.

She carried a baggage and a sword on her back. Being so thin, she was really worried that the long sword would crush her.

Dabao was held in Xiang Xinsong's arms. He looked pretty good, at least stronger than his thin family members.

Xiang Ci saw Shi. She had a bulging belly and looked like she was five or six months old.

Overall, Shi seems to be in good spirits, which shows that her family took good care of her after she became pregnant.

Yan and Bai Chuntao were guarding Shi. They were also a little thin, with no flesh on their cheeks.

Xiang Xinrong is holding a flapping child. That child must be Xiaobao. Looking at her like this, she must be in July or August. Xiang Ci is not sure.

Mrs. Gu followed Xiang Xinrong with her baggage on her back.

Xiang Ci saw her father. Her father's hair was also gray, and his nasolabial folds were so deep that they could trap mosquitoes.

Her second uncle, the dull man who didn't talk much, was even duller now, and his thin body made him feel sad.

Her third uncle, who used to be selfish and always felt that the family owed him justice, no longer had the stubbornness, meanness and indifference on his face, only confusion and a little bit of hostility.

She saw Xiaofeng and Binbin, two young children, whose faces had lost their tenderness and gained a sense of vicissitudes of life and understanding that did not originally belong to them.

She saw Xiang Xinjin. Although he was thin, but at a glance, he was still the Xiang Xiaoliu who was wearing a green student uniform and had a rich academic background.

It's just that Xiang Caizi, who was once very famous, now has his eyebrows furrowed, and his whole being is sharp and cold.

This can't help but remind Xiang Ci of that sentence: Worry about the world's worries first, and rejoice after the world's happiness.

She saw her white-haired grandma. She used to be like a noble lady, but now she has become a real little old farm lady, and her elegance can no longer be seen.

Xiang Ci's nose was so sore, her family members... She really wanted to cry.

"gone."

Grandpa's shout made everyone move forward in an orderly manner.

Xiang Ci felt very uncomfortable as he looked at the villagers walking past him one by one with expressionless faces and numbness.

She saw many unfamiliar faces, but she was with the villagers, probably relatives who had come to seek refuge with them.

Xiang Ci watched intently and suddenly realized that something was wrong with this team.

There are more than 600 people in their village, and with these new faces, their team should be bigger. Why is there less?

Xiang Ci wanted to ask, but seeing the sad faces of her family members, she really couldn't ask.

Xiaobao is already so old, and she has no idea what happened in the past few months.

She couldn't change anything by asking, but instead brought pain to her family.

She pursed her lips and looked down at her thin arms, which looked like hemp poles, the kind that could be blown away by the wind.

The whole family has lost weight, so has she, right.

She walked beside Cui, completely silent.

Walking behind them was grandma, with her father and second uncle supporting her.

A group of people moved forward in a grand manner. When they walked out of the village and onto the road, Xiang Ci's pupils suddenly dilated.

So many new graves!

The grave was still a freshly piled loess bag. There was no paper money around it, only a long white cloth streamer that swayed gently in the breeze.

The crow in the sky landed on the dead vine tree and croaked twice. The whole world was vicissitudes of life and sad.

She recognized the names on the wooden board in front of the new grave. They were all the names of people in their village.

Therefore, many people died in the village in those few months.

The whole village wants to flee, but they can only sleep here and cannot go with them.

Xiang Ci was so sad that he wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry.

She moved her feet mechanically, moving forward with her family.

The ground is dry, but not so dry that it splits like a spider web.

There are things planted in the surrounding fields, but these things are not growing, and they are sparse and drooping.

At first glance, the crops are in ruins, and even the grass is not growing vigorously.

If nothing grows in the ground and everyone has nothing to eat, they have to flee.

Xiang Ci looked towards the mountains. The once lush and green mountains were now yellow and shriveled.

You can still see green in the inner circle, but not much.

Xiang Ci looked away from the mountain and moved elsewhere. He saw the pond to the east, half full of water.

There was water, but the ground was dry. This strange appearance made her frown, wondering what happened in the middle.

After walking out of Xiangjia Village and arriving at the entrance of Xiejia Village, Xiang Ci was shocked again.