Tree Hole Self-Rescue Guide

Even if the world becomes more difficult, the answer is our hands together...

The man felt that he was really meddling in other people's business. There must be a reason why the adults did this, and he should just wait to get some soup.

The red red spider lily retreated to the ankle, quietly becoming a tattoo. The bright red color concealed his whereabouts, the man stood up, patted the dirt on his robe, bowed to the mountains and rivers in the distance, turned around and walked into the darkness, returning to reality.

The next day, Mo Zhichun possessed the man and paid special attention to the position of the sun.

I found that in that time and space, the sun seemed to be always about to set, and it took time to break my head and have those conversations afterwards. In Mo Zhichun's opinion, that time could be used to watch four or five episodes of cartoons and learn the tricks of the magic of moving ears.

Repeating the man's behavior yesterday, I finally understood why the man screamed. It was not as Mo Zhichun thought, that the red lines only grew and spread on the skin. The red spider lily that was expanding its territory wantonly was actually itching from the bones, drilling out from the bones and blood little by little, growing outward, and the flower color covered the skin. The foreign body feeling from the inside out made people numb and panic.

The man was afraid of being devoured and his body was shaking uncontrollably. In the midst of his trembling, he felt a little proud that he had been forgiven by God. Knowing how powerful God is, he became a more loyal supporter.

Many of Mo Zhichun's doubts were answered. The towering mountains and rivers were the medium, feeding on fear and blood. This so-called god hated being called by his name, so when the man knelt down tremblingly and admitting his mistake, the man felt very uneasy.

I couldn't help but recall the past events about adults.

The day the Lord appeared was the spring of the third year of severe drought, the second year when the crops in the village had no harvest. The village held rain-praying and sacrificial ceremonies again and again, but received no response for a long time. When fear became the norm, certain beliefs had already collapsed.

The village head was the first to be unable to bear it. The years of drought had caused his family to be unable to make ends meet. Last year, they finally had a son, but he died before the full month because there was not enough milk and food. Now the daughter of the family hastily married to another village to add some food to the family, so that they can barely make a living.

Everyone in the surrounding villages knew that the land left by the village chief's ancestors was enough to support the life of his large family with the annual rent collected from his generation, not to mention that he volunteered to be the village chief and had other income on a regular basis.

With many mouths to feed, daily consumption is naturally different from that of ordinary civilians. However, the village head, who is lazy and does not know the difference between grains, has no awareness of sustainable development at all.

He wandered around the village every day, helping out any family that needed help. The surplus food at home was his confidence, but also his lifeline. When there was no seasonal food or vegetables at home, he would wander around the fields, squat in someone's vegetable field, point at a fresh cucumber and ask if it was delicious. The tenant would pick a basket of vegetables and give it to him, and he would have enough food for the day.

It was easier to get food. In the past, the rent was collected reasonably based on the harvest before the New Year, and the rent was renewed after the New Year. The food in the warehouse was sent out to sell every year, and then new food would be stored in the warehouse. You could hold the key to the warehouse and come in and out as you please.

Therefore, for the village head, he does not believe that a temporary drought will change their lives. Their ancestors have lived here for generations, and have been protected by the gods since childhood, giving them healthy and strong bodies, and favorable weather and good harvests...

This land seemed to be particularly favored by the gods. Unlike other places, where the harvests varied greatly every year due to rain problems, they did not have to live a tight life sometimes and spend lavishly sometimes. They had always lived a wealthy life.

The harvest of crops has been stable and rising steadily. The annual sacrificial ceremony blesses a good harvest for the whole year. They believe that it is only a matter of time before the rain comes. They are blessed by the gods and have nothing to fear.

But it seems that they are not so lucky. The harvest was OK in the first year of drought. Cracks began to appear in the cultivated land, which made the old farmers who planted crops panic.

The cultivated land turned into dry land, which was a precursor to a three-year severe drought. They exchanged their harvests and their own opinions with the surrounding farmers, and only felt relieved when they found that the neighboring villages were also suffering from severe drought and poor harvests.

After the New Year, the previous old tenants did not renew their land lease agreements. They took out their own surplus grain and gave it to the village head, saying that the harvest before the New Year was not good, and they planned to take their families out to try their luck after the New Year, and would come back to renew their leases when they had a little more money.

The village chief waved his hand and said, "No problem, we are all from the same village. Go out and make your own living, but don't forget us." The village chief felt that his land was in great demand every year. On the second day of the Lunar New Year, his door was broken down by farmers who rented the land. If this one didn't work, he would switch to another one.

The three-year drought was not groundless. He rented out a few acres of his own land here and there, and finally stopped farming. Not a single blade of grass grew on the barren land. He used a hoe to turn over the land, and found that the soil inside was dry. The earthworms in the soil had become wind-dried relics, with only the outer skin left. When the wind blew, they fell from the soil, and the stray dogs in the village ran up to them, wrapped their long tongues around them, and swallowed them up.

The grain in the warehouse was proposed to be confiscated the following year, and the village chief was forced to sign a contract, waiting for the harvest to be good, and the villagers would return the grain to him. Each household was allocated grain according to the number of people, so as to get through the next two years.

The village chief lost ownership of the granary, and the priests lost the ability to communicate with the gods. The annual sacrificial ceremonies became more and more perfunctory, and the tributes changed from the freshest poultry to the simplest grains. The stray dogs in the village used to feed on the sacrifices, but now they are forced to become sacrifices.

The day before the sacrifice, everyone in the village had the same dream. In the dream, there was a soul with white light sitting on the golden sun.

He said that the severe drought was a punishment from himself because someone had violated his authority, so he punished them by abandoning this place for three years.

As long as that person does not admit his mistake, the drought will continue until this place becomes a barren land. As long as he admits his mistake tomorrow, the village will return to its previous state.

The scenes in the dream kept changing, from a thriving scene to a dilapidated and desolate one.

The people of Zhuangzi believed in gods for generations. The gods gave them healthy bodies, favorable weather and good harvests every year, and the harvests of crops made farmers in other villages jealous. They kept food for the winter and could also exchange the surplus for sale. During festivals, they would take food and vegetables to the county market, and the ox carts they returned would be filled with all kinds of fresh meats exchanged.

Watching the wild boar with blood flowing out being dismembered on the stone slab in the dream, many people had a puddle of wet stains on their pillows. People who had not eaten meat for three years wanted to catch any animal that could run and move to satisfy their cravings, let alone a fat wild boar.

The last stray dog ​​in the village will be used for sacrifice tomorrow. Its fate after the sacrifice will depend on who has better fighting ability.