C1 (1/2)

Ten thousand scenes, twenty-one years, summer.

A century-old drought swept through almost the entire Great Wei Province.

For three months in a row, farmland in the southeast region, especially in Sichuan, was abandoned and there were no crops to be harvested.

In addition to the exorbitant taxes and the bullying of officials, many people had been starving throughout the year, and had become food for their children. There were also countless people who had been forced to rebel against the rule of Mount Liang.

In the face of the rebel army, Emperor Wei Wu was furious and ordered the Great General of the Auxiliary Nation to lead troops to suppress them.

Not long after the heavy rain, the air was still filled with the rejuvenating smell of earth.

A Jin put a pot of water on the stove to boil, and then carefully put it into the missing clay bowl, only bringing it to the mouth of the girl on the bed after it had almost cooled down.

”Mother, please wake up and drink some water.”

Su Zhi was still confused, her head throbbing. She still vaguely remembered the frightened expression of the passengers when the plane crash had happened, as well as the air stewardess who had forcefully tried to calm them down.

My head hurts...

”Mother? Wake up. ”

Someone was nudging her, sounding anxious, one moment reaching out to touch her forehead, the next moment trying to give her water.

After Su Zhi slowly adapted, she struggled to open her heavy eyelids. What entered her eyes was a boy around five years old.

He was looking at Su Zhi with a worried expression. His clear black and white eyes still had some fog left in them, and they were slightly red and swollen. There were still crystal tears on his long eyelashes, which made people's hearts ache.

Little shota! Which family's child?

”Mom, you're finally awake.”

Seeing Su Zhi open her eyes and look at him, the little boy squinted his eyes in joy, like two bright crescent moons.

”Little Dou Bao, quickly come over. Mom is awake.”

Accompanied by a burst of babbling, another small head popped out from the bedside. Su Zhi looked carefully and saw that it was a cute little girl.

The child was about two or three years old. Although he was adorable, his clothes were tattered and he didn't even have a decent piece of clothing.

Su Zhi rubbed her temples that ached and looked around. She saw herself lying on a wooden bed made of straw.

In addition to the shabby square wooden table, there was only a dark wooden cabinet and two broken cans used to receive the rain. It was unknown when the crooked windows were hung up.

This was what happened to the four walls of a household!

After Su Zhi regained her senses, she subconsciously raised her hands.