eurekapd Chapter 141 Feeling Compassion
Chapter 141 Feeling Compassion
Cultivation is just like exercise, it is really addictive, especially after practicing, the feeling of comfort and relaxation all over the body is the most comfortable feeling.
After training, Hou Xiaoge lay in the hot spring pool, taking a hot bath and eating a small fruit plate. He thought that if he grew up by now and had a beauty by his side, it would probably be like this for the king who did not attend the morning court!
In the blink of an eye, another night passed. The next day, Hou Xiaoge finished helping his family with the stall after dawn and began his life as a wandering dog again.
The November sky has already shown the bleakness of winter. The leaves on the big trees on the streets have all fallen off. Occasionally a strong wind blows, making people shrink their necks due to the cold.
In normal years, pedestrians on the streets would walk in a hurry, wearing tight clothes, but now, whether inside or outside the city, every corner is filled with refugees huddled up.
The famine became more severe, and at the same time, more refugees fled from the Central Plains.
As he walked along, Hou Xiaoge found refugees who had been frozen to death or starved to death in many corners of the walls. Most of them had skinny cheeks and their faces were covered by messy hair.
The streets were full of official corpse-collecting teams. These people were covered tightly and drove horse-drawn carriages to check on the victims in every corner, carrying away the dead bodies.
Less than 200 meters along the way, we saw three carriages filled with dead refugees. Many of them had their skinny mouths wide open, as if they were crying out for hunger and cold.
In fact, Hou Xiaoge has seen this scene too many times in the past few months, but it has been more serious recently than before.
This scene formed a sharp contrast with the officials who were walking into the government office not far away, dressed neatly, with rosy cheeks, holding roujiamo, fried dough sticks and buns in their hands, eating and talking and laughing.
Only after seeing the country in ruins, the mountains and rivers in tatters, and the people living in misery, did Hou Xiaoge understand what despair was and what it meant to fight for the beliefs in his heart.
At the same time, I also admire even more the greatness and selflessness of this group of people who built a brand new country under such circumstances.
After looking at several frozen babies thrown into a stinky ditch, Hou Xiaoge sighed and shook his head helplessly. No wonder the national government lost its supreme position so quickly in later generations. It deserved it.
When passing by a collapsed hole in the wall, Hou Xiaoge saw three little children, no more than six or seven years old, wearing "cotton jackets" with the straw filling exposed. They were huddled together in the hole, shivering and carefully looking at the passers-by.
In front of the hole in the wall where the children lived, there was a chipped pottery bowl. It seemed that this hole in the wall was the home of these children, and the pottery bowl was their "hope".
At this time, two of the younger children were staring blankly at the broken bowl, as if there was something in the bowl.
"Clang!"
A palm-sized, hard, black steamed bread fell into the broken bowl. The two children staring at the broken bowl seemed to have light in their eyes, and their two hands like chicken claws immediately snatched the steamed bread into the hole in the wall and ran into the broken yard.
The older children did not dare to look up. Instead, they immediately kowtowed to express their gratitude, their heads hitting the ground with a thumping sound.
"Kid, stop knocking. Where are your parents? Why are there only three of you?" Hou Xiaoge, disguised as Zhou Debiao, asked the taller child in a loud voice.
"If you reply to my question, you will get sick and die!" The little boy kowtowed and said in a low voice with his head down.
"I'll give you a bite to eat, and then you'll sell it to me. Do you want to go?" Zhou Debiao said.
"Uncle, we are dirty and sick, we can't eat." The little boy was so scared that his neck shrank and he choked.
"You little brat, I can't finish all the delicious food I eat all day, how much meat do you have?
Have you heard of the Yanhuang League? I am from the Yanhuang League. If you believe it, follow me, or you will freeze to death in winter. " Zhou Debiao snorted coldly and cursed.
The little boy had obviously heard of the Yanhuang Alliance. When Zhou Debiao said the words Yanhuang Alliance, his trembling body stopped immediately.
"Master, are you really a kind person from the Yanhuang Alliance?" The little guy raised his head slowly, and for the first time, his skinny and rough face looked at the person who was giving alms in front of him.
When the little boy raised his head, he saw a short man in a suit, pushing a bicycle, with a pistol on his waist, looking at him with a smile on his face.
When the little guy saw Zhou Debiao staring at him, he shrank his head in fear and quickly lowered it.
"Why, am I so scary, with a red face and fangs?" Zhou Debiao laughed.
"Master, I'm just afraid of meeting refugees to coax me. My mother told me before she died that if I met refugees, I would rather die than go with them.
The clothes you are wearing are obviously those of a nobleman, and refugees definitely can’t afford them. I believe you are a kind person from the Yanhuang League.” The little boy said tremblingly.
Zhou Debiao didn't expect that this little guy was so smart. No wonder he could survive in this troubled world with two little kids.
"Okay, let me ask you another question. If I give you something to eat and you work for the Yanhuang Alliance, will you go?" Zhou Debiao asked again.
"Let's go. Grandpa will give us food, and we will be members of the Yanhuang Alliance." The little boy kowtowed quickly.
"Okay, call the other two little guys out and follow me!" This time, Zhou Debiao threw a white flour bun to the little boy.
"Thank you, Grandpa. Thank you, Grandpa!" The little boy held the steamed bun tightly and kowtowed continuously.
"Go and call someone quickly, my time is precious!" Zhou Debiao was a little impatient.
The little boy stuffed the steamed bun into his arms without eating it and quickly ran into the abandoned yard.
After a while, the little boy crawled out dragging a dying little girl of about four or five years old, followed by two other little kids.
"What's wrong with this kid?" Zhou Debiao asked after a moment of surprise.
The little girl was wearing a flowery cotton jacket, but now it was dirty and black. She was pale and had her eyes tightly closed. If Zhou Debiao hadn't sensed a faint breath with his mental power, he would have thought it was a dead baby!
"Grandpa, please, please save Niu Niu! She had a fever all over her body the day before yesterday and couldn't be woken up this morning." The little boy pulled the two little kids and kowtowed to Zhou Debiao.
"He's getting better now! The child must have a fever. Take him back to the gang later. There are doctors in the gang who can treat him." Zhou Debiao said with a sigh.
After hearing what Zhou Debiao said, the little rascals didn't know how to say thank you and just kept bowing their heads.
"Cart, the cart man over there, come over and do some work." Zhou Debiao shouted to a man who was pulling an empty cart not far away.
"Master, come here right away!"
"Sir, you need a cart. What do you need a small one to pull?" The driver pulling the cart was dark and thin. He strode up to Zhou Debiao and asked with a smile.
"Go and carry the child lying on the ground onto the cart, and let the other three children sit on it, and come with me to the Yanhuang League." Zhou Debiao took out a banknote from his pocket, pointed at the children near the hole in the wall and said.
"Okay, thank you for the reward!"
The driver took the twenty yuan in French francs handed over by Zhou Debiao, and when he heard that he was just carrying a few little kids, a bright smile appeared on his face.
Twenty French francs were equivalent to 25 cents in November. How could the driver not be happy to earn so much money by driving a few kids for four or five miles?
The driver untied the sacks from the shaft, spread them carefully in the carriage, and then carried the little girl, who was already dizzy from the fever, into the carriage.
"Why is this kid's forehead so hot, as if it's on fire?" The driver touched the little girl's forehead out of sympathy for the child when he let her go, and said in surprise.
"Well! If you hurry up, maybe there's still hope." Zhou Debiao was already riding his bicycle ahead.
"Forehead!"