If you don't farm, you will be smashed [End Times]

Imperial Capital, General's Mansion.

After a year of devastation by the doomsday, the formerly tall, majestic, spacious and bright General's Mansion also showed a bit of decay.

In the past year, there have been many deaths and injuries in the mansion. Although General Fu and his son brought many people back, many courtyards have been abandoned.

Especially after winter comes, when there is a lack of clothing and charcoal, even if there is spare space, the big guys would rather live in crowded places.

Shouxi Hall, most of the female family members of the General's Mansion are in this room, this is the residence of the old lady, she is leaning on the slum, with a thick blanket covering her body, squinting her eyes and drowsy.

She is getting older, and she already has a lot of injuries, and she has suffered a lot in the past year, and now her body is getting worse day by day.

There was a pot of charcoal fire in the room, and other people sat around together, doing needlework with their hands.

This winter was surprisingly cold, but thanks to Fu Zhen's timely response, he took people to search for some charcoal and cloth and returned, but the supplies in the city had been searched long ago, and the quality of what was barely found was very average.

But now in this world, it’s good to have some usefulness. These women are okay. Although the General’s Mansion is not particularly luxurious, new clothes for the season are indispensable. In the past, there were many old clothes in winter. No new or old styles, just warm clothes.

The servants and generals live here, and their belongings are also here, and they can continue to wear the cotton clothes after digging them out, but it will be difficult for General Fu and the others to bring back more than a hundred soldiers.

When they came back at a gallop all the way, it was getting hotter and hotter, and they wanted to take off the single clothes on their bodies.When the weather suddenly turned cold, I had no clothes to wear.

The old lady made a decisive decision and asked the women in the family to keep two sets of thick clothes, and cut off all the others, and sewed clothes for the soldiers to keep out the cold.

Cotton quilts and mattresses are also used by everyone, and some of the cotton is freed up to make cotton coats for the soldiers.

There wasn't enough charcoal fire at home, even here, the old lady only had a few a day, so she called everyone else to her room to try to keep it warm.

"Mom, I'm hungry." Fu Yu's daughter Ying Niang lay in her mother's arms and whispered that she was hungry. The little girl was only six or seven years old, and she only ate half a bowl of thin brown rice porridge in the morning. She was so hungry that she couldn't stand it now. up.

Second Aunt Fu put down her half-sewn cotton shoes, patted her daughter's back, and coaxed her softly, "Mother Ying is good, Daddy is going out to find something to eat for Mother Ying, let's bear with it a little longer, shall we?"

The little girl nodded obediently, patted her little belly with her little hand, and said in a low voice, "Don't bark your belly, just bear with it."

Second Aunt Fu had a sore nose, she hurriedly lowered her head to hide her reddened eyes, and the hand holding the needle trembled uncontrollably.

Although her family is not wealthy, it is also well-off. When she married into the General's Mansion, apart from the loneliness of her husband fighting all the year round, she was never short of property, let alone food.

The daughter was originally a charming and noble lady in the General's Mansion, but now she was hungry every day. At this time last year, because of Yingniang's gluttony, she was afraid that the little girl would be too fat to look good, so she arranged a diet for her. Now she can't even eat. Can't get enough.

The white and tender little girl had a sallow face from hunger and a skinny body. When she hugged her daughter, her heart ached.

"Ying Niang, come, come to Grandma." The old lady woke up at some point, and called Ying Niang over with a weak voice, then took out an oiled paper bag from the small drawer next to it, and took out a dry Rice Cake: "Here, eat."

Yingniang turned her head to look at her mother, and the second sister-in-law Fu hurriedly walked over and pulled her daughter away: "Grandma, put it away quickly, this..."

"I'll take it for you." The old lady interrupted her forcefully, stuffed the rice cake into Yingniang's hands, and said with a sigh: "My old woman, I live to drag you down."

She is an old lady half buried in the ground, food and drink are given to her first, and the juniors are so hungry, she feels that her throat is blocked and she can't swallow it even after taking a sip of porridge.

But she dare not die!

His son is disabled, and he still needs someone to take care of him every day. Not to mention that he has no fighting spirit at all, but his mentality is indeed not stable.

If she committed suicide, if her son were to be like her, for fear of hurting the younger generation's determination to live and die, that would be a good idea.

And her little Si'er and Brother Qing, I don't know what happened to these two children, I don't know if Xiao Si'er can find Brother Qing.

She sometimes wonders if she did something wrong at the beginning. She knew that the world would become like this, so why be that villain and ruin the good marriage of the two children.

"Mother, don't say that." Mrs. Fu hurriedly stepped forward to help the old lady up, and put a cushion on her back for her to sit on.

She is General Fu's sister-in-law. She has been widowed for many years. Her husband died more than 20 years ago. She finally raised her two sons and died in the frontier.

Suffering the pain of losing her husband and son one after another almost broke her, but it also made the lady very tough. After the death of her youngest son, she built a Buddhist hall at home, where she ate fast and recited Buddha all the year round.

Wangchen lived in the General's Mansion when he was a child, and was often looked after by the eldest lady. Later, he wanted to become a monk, which was not unrelated to his exposure to Buddhist scriptures since he was a child.

"If you want to blame, blame this world." The eldest lady's voice was cold, and she didn't seem enthusiastic when she spoke: "Our family has no regrets. If God doesn't give us a way to survive, we have to earn a living."

Before the apocalypse, she had never cared about Amitabha all the year round, but after the apocalypse, she never asked gods and Buddhas again.

"Yes, at least our family is still there, and now we have clothes and food, so it's not too bad." Mrs. Fu continued, although the food has not been enough, but there are still people who stutter, so they won't starve to death.

"That's right, I heard that people are starving to death outside again." General Fu said the third sentence, and it was the second wife's wife who spoke.

"There are also those who froze to death."

"The snow was so heavy that all the flowers in our yard were buried."

"Are you still thinking about flowers?"

"Hey, that's the way it is said..."

The female relatives in the room diverted the conversation from you to me. Yingniang broke a finger-long rice cake into small pieces, and each elder shared a small piece, and the cousin in the next room also gave together.

The adults refused to take it, and finally the two little girls shared a small piece of rice cake. The rice cake was frozen very hard, and it had been stored for too long, so the taste changed a little.

But the two little girls seemed to be eating some peerless delicacy, they chewed the rice cake carefully and swallowed it into their stomachs, not even letting go of the falling scum.

After doing needlework all morning, the lady put away the cotton shoes and hats that had been made, and most of the soldiers underneath were wearing cotton clothes. The cloth and cotton they squeezed out can only be used to make some of this kind. Small pieces.

At noon, the people who went out to collect supplies hadn't come back yet, so the second sister-in-law Fu and a few aunts went to the warehouse to get food first, and then cooked.

In the past, these things were randomly piled up in the kitchen, especially the common grains such as rice and noodles, but now all the grains are locked in the warehouse. Divide the food - the firewood should also be saved, and only one pot can save some firewood.

When they arrived at the warehouse, looking at the thin layer of broken rice mixed with bran at the bottom of the vat, Mrs. Fu and the others looked at each other, and finally turned the rice vat over in silence, pouring out all the grain inside.

In addition to their female relatives, there are servants and soldiers who stayed behind to guard the general's mansion. Everyone has to eat, and with this little rice in the pot, one person can only drink a bowl of porridge.

When cooking, they added more water than usual, and the final porridge was so clear that people could be seen, only a few rice grains at the bottom of the bowl and chaff floating in the water, indicating that this was a bowl of porridge. Not white water.

When the lady serving the rice served the porridge for the soldiers on duty with their faces red from the cold, she tried to scoop the porridge from the bottom of the pot with the spoon. Although it was still thin, at least there could be more rice grains.

Everyone drank a bowl, and the soldiers were all big men. After eating this little food, it was as if they hadn't eaten.

At the end, when it was their turn, there was really only water left in the pot, not even much chaff.

After eating lunch in silence, the atmosphere in the room was a little gloomy. Everyone knew that the warehouse was out of food. If people who went out couldn't bring back food, they would have to stop eating tonight.

In the evening, Fu Yi and his party finally came back. All of them were covered with a thick layer of snow, almost turning into snowmen.

Yingniang called "Father" and wanted to throw herself into his arms, but Fu Yan blocked her, fearing that the snow on her body would freeze to her daughter.

After entering the house, everyone took off the bags on their horses, and poured grain, broken rice, moldy flour, some black dried vegetables, and half of the hard bacon poured out by Fu Yi into the tank. .

"Cook these things for everyone first." Fu Yan's brows and eyes were full of tiredness. He already knew that the food at home was exhausted: "Tomorrow we will go out early."

The snow was too heavy, and people were tired of running for a day, but without riding a horse, it was difficult to even walk in such thick snow, and what was even more sad was that they couldn't find any food after running for a day.

"No, it's all cooked. What are you going to bring tomorrow?" Mrs. Fu asked anxiously. Every time he went out to search for food, other soldiers would change their guards, but Fu Yu often went out for several days in a row. It was already very cold. How can I survive without them.

Just as Fu Yu was about to speak, a soldier came in and reported, "Major General, our horse... has died of starvation again."

Fu Yan smiled wryly, "Now we have something to eat."

The horses they brought back had less than ten horses left, all of which were excellent war horses. They did not die on the battlefield, but were starved to death.

The starved horse was slaughtered, and the eyes of the soldier who killed the horse were red. When eating the horse for the first time, some soldiers refused to eat it, and some cried while eating.

There was meat in the meal at night, but the people who ate were not very happy. Even children who didn't know anything felt the depressed atmosphere of the adults and dared not speak.

On the second day, Fu Yi got up early, and the soldiers who had arranged to go out with him last night were also ready. Everyone had a very simple breakfast together, and one of them brought a piece of cooked horse meat the size of a palm for lunch. , and are ready to go.

The soldiers guarding the gate opened the gate, and Fu Yu led his horse to the gate. Just as he was about to get on the horse, he suddenly saw a gleam of color in the white falling snow.

Fu Yan's movements stopped immediately, the General's Mansion was a big family, occupying half of the street, and that strange shadow was heading straight towards the General's Mansion.

As the shadow got closer and closer, a rare look of confusion appeared on Fu Yan's face. It turned out to be a carriage, but it looked a little strange, with a round head and a round head, and it was still orange.

The roof of the car was covered by thick snow, but the body could still see its true colors. The driving area in front had transparent glass to block the wind, making it very warm at first glance.

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