Fall in love with the technology tree [Three Kingdoms]

In the early morning, the first glare of sunlight pierced through the dilapidated thatched hut in the refugee camp and hit Wu Da's eyes.

He shrank his skinny legs, and the tattered linen clothes shook off the dust because of the vibration.

"Da Lang, do you have porridge today?" In the same hut, the grandmother's voice sounded, hoarse as if stones were rubbing against stones.

Digestive systems afflicted with bark and hay tormented the people in the famine every day, keeping them awake all night long.Wu Da closed his eyes, stood up unsteadily, stepped over his father's limbs lying on the ground, and stumbled into the scorching sun.

The time has come to autumn, but the sun is still high.

The days are getting harder every day.Wu Da's small body numbly followed the refugees in twos and threes, and walked towards the soup shed at the foot of the city wall.The closer to the city wall, the denser the refugees, and the more obvious the stench from the human body.Finally, tall and well-armed soldiers appeared in front of them, closely guarding a short and fat man in a brocade suit with wide sleeves.

"No more, no more. No more today." The man yelled, "Folks, there is no more food in the treasury. The Holy Majesty has ordered grain from neighboring states, folks, please be patient. There is no porridge today. , but there is also a barrel of well water drawn from the well in the city to quench the thirst of the villagers."

Wu Da fell to his knees with a "plop", and the wooden bowl fell to his feet and spun around.

It's not a month ago now.

A month ago, everyone would complain that the government's relief was not as good as the joint emergency response of the aristocratic families in Chunri.It's already numb now.

Wu Da didn't know how he survived the whole summer.He could only keep his godless eyes open, kneeling on the ground and looking up at the brilliant blue sky.Spring, how good spring is, there is a bowl of porridge every day.

He can still remember the big "Cao" character on the cloth standing next to the porridge shed.

Cao's porridge shed is the strictest.Every bowl of porridge had to be drunk on the spot, and even the old and weak who were too sick to get up had to carry it to the side of the porridge shed to drink the porridge.Fortunately, there is also a doctor Wu Fu in the Cao family's porridge shed, so no one can die easily, and there is no such thing as grabbing food.

He also remembered that there was a notice in front of the porridge shed.According to the good-looking maidservant of the Cao family, the amount posted on it is the amount of food donated by the major families.The first line is "Yingyin Xunshi, five thousand stones", and then "Qiaoxian Cao family, five thousand stones".At that time, he and his sisters and brothers still had time to think, and counted for a long time with their fingers how much five thousand shi was, how long it would be enough for the whole family, and how long it would be enough for the whole village, but they couldn't figure it out no matter what.At that time, my father had not yet fallen ill, and he could still take them to kowtow in front of the porridge shed to thank him.At that time, the Cao family still organized people to dig wells, pave roads, and collect firewood. Life... was not so hopeless.

When did the Cao family leave?

Ah, probably after the envoys of the Son of Heaven arrived, they disappeared without a sound.

Wu Da shook, picked up the wooden bowl, and walked towards his small thatched hut.It's getting closer, getting closer, even the smell of sweat and stench is familiar.Suddenly, he saw a seven-foot-tall figure coming out of the low grass shed.It's Uncle Qi, a neighbor in the same village.

Wu Da's heart was beating wildly, and he was no longer confused, and ran forward desperately.Wait, Uncle Qi, wait.

Grandma didn't know when the fire had started, and even her father was awake.Beside the blazing bonfire lay the youngest member of the Qi family who had starved to death.The small body is naked, just waiting to be cooked.

"Uncle Qi!" Wu Da rushed forward and hugged the man's thigh, "Don't smother my brother to death! He can still live!"

The man paused and let go of one hand.Sure enough, Wu Er was lying in his arms in a daze.Wu Er was just over two years old, and he was dizzy from hunger, so he couldn't figure out the situation at all, and he didn't even make a "humming" sound at the front line of life and death.

"Can live! Haha! Now, who can live? If you don't eat meat, who can live?" The man surnamed Qi wiped the corners of his eyes, but only wiped a handful of dust, "My youngest gave it to you, you Everyone will give me one."

"Da Lang, come back." Father shouted weakly.

Wu Da knelt on the ground in a daze.The sky is still the blue sky, and the sun is still the golden sun. "Uncle Qi, why don't you eat me. Don't eat my younger brother."

"Dalang, come back."

"I'm bigger than brother and have more meat."

"Dalang, come back."

"I……"

Suddenly, a refreshing voice that seemed not to belong to this world sounded: "This man, if you are willing to have the slightest compassion, let me exchange half a bucket of millet for the child in your arms."

Wu Da turned his head and saw a young man in short brown clothes, who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, but no hungry people dared to attack him easily because of his strong body and full of vigor.At this time, people who can still maintain a state of obviously full food, either have a deep background and have food reserves, or Lu Ziye dares to eat people.

The man surnamed Qi looked the young man up and down before hesitantly took the bag.Reaching out and stirring inside, the experienced farmers found that the bags were full of new grains with full grains, probably the millet used as seeds. This kind of grain is far better than dry old grain. "Here." He said, and threw Wu Er into the young man's arms.

Without saying a word, the young man turned around and left with the baby in his arms.Looking at the direction he was walking, there seemed to be a convoy parked behind the half-dead bushes in the distance.

Wu Da looked at his father who was sitting in the dust like a clay figurine, and at the starving people around him who were numb and waiting to die. People walked out step by step.

"Dalang, come back."

His mind was buzzing, but he couldn't hear anything.

The young man walked fast, and Wu Da, a child, finally caught up with him. He raised the wooden spike and stabbed him in the back.The young man turned sideways, and hit Wu Da's wrist with a knife.The wooden splinter fell from his hand and fell to the ground, raising a short layer of dust.

"I won't eat your brother," he said.

Wu Da raised his fist in his left hand and smashed it down with all his strength.

The young man easily grabbed his wrist and turned his back.In severe pain, Wu Da knelt down on the ground, but he refused to let go of his left fist, allowing the sharp stones to cut through his fingers.

"Hiding stone flakes in your fists? It's so sinister," Wu Da heard laughter from above his head, "Who taught you this?"

The pain seemed to make Wu Da's mind clearer.He was able to express more complicated sentences: "I don't want the pity of people like you. My brother doesn't need it either."

"My kind?"

"Yes, you lackeys of the rich and powerful." He lay on the ground sideways, "Every grain you eat is our flesh and blood. It's not fair! The law of heaven is not fair! There is no justice in the world!" What loyalty and filial piety are here? This world is just a fig leaf for cannibalism.

The man above his head smiled again: "When I was your age, I thought the same as you. Mother, you must have been sold."

Wu Da was taken aback.

"Sister, it must have been sold."

Wu Da closed his eyes and turned his head.

"Oh, I was wrong, I must have starved to death."

Wu Da closed his eyes and did not speak.

"That's being eaten."

A luxurious drop of water seeped out from the corner of Wu Da's eye and slid into the messy hair. "I'm a sinner," he said softly.

"We all are," said the young man, "live and remember what you think today, ten years, twenty years, fifty years, until you die."

"Zhao Qi. Are you going to pick up the cubs again?" The servant next to the convoy joked, "I used to see you as cold, but I didn't expect you to be cold on the outside and hot on the inside."

"Mm." The young man whose original name was Zhao Xiaogou and now named Zhao Qi gave a cold "Mm", and then lifted the curtain and got into the bullock cart.He recounted what he saw and heard just now. "Anyway, that's it."

Ah Sheng tapped his temple with a headache: "I don't really want to accept people who have eaten human flesh."

"I remember that when Twenty Seven first appeared, it was because it violated the regulations of the Yuyingtang to give the leather jacket to outsiders. Isn't it very reliable now? The master does not deprive others of opportunities because of his own preferences. Only some out-of-the-ordinary saplings will become useful probability."

Can stealing and cannibalism have the same nature?But seeing Zhao Qi's insistence, Ah Sheng knew that he couldn't persuade him.Ten years ago, Zhao Qi's second brother starved to death to save food for him.Now that he sees the shadow of himself and his elder brother in this pair of starving brothers, he will not let go easily.

"You take care of the people you take in." A Sheng gestured to Luo Chi, and Luo Chi took the initiative to add two lines to the roster, remark: Zhao Qi, the person in charge.

Zhao Qi had nothing to do, and when he saw that his goal was achieved, he jumped out of the car and went to the back to do the management work of the orphans.Rules, poems, and principles must be taught, and from Sili to the west, children are recruited all the way, and the progress of the children is different.Zhao Qi, the teacher of the temporary mobile class, was extremely busy.

But the newly joined Wu Da has to cause him trouble.

"Guan Zhao, when we signed the contract, brother and I wanted to change our name."

"What?"

After a night of recuperating, Wu Da is no longer half-dead.He knelt on the ground, with something determined in his eyes: "Since it is said to be a new student, I want a new name. I don't want brother to be named Wu either. I beg the master of the Cao family to give us a name."

Zhao Qi walked towards the heavily guarded ox cart with a blank expression: "You wait." After less than 5 minutes, he got out from behind the curtain. "Master said, your name is Chen Wuxie. Your younger brother is called Chen Bandou. For now, let's call it that for now, and change it when you grow up and want to change your name."

Wu Da kowtowed heavily on the ground: "From today, I will be called Chen Wuxie."

The author has something to say: Chen is Chen Sheng Wu Guang's Chen.