But today, the hostess by the fire pit seems to have not cooked the rice yet...

『What happened?』

The male owner asked.

The hostess looked at the two children beside her.

The male owner turned around and asked the two and a half-old boys to go to the surrounding area to fetch water and chop firewood.

After two and a half-old boys walked out of the house, the hostess said: "The old Wang family next door is here... and said they want to borrow some food..."

The male owner immediately became nervous, "What? Didn't you lend them?"

Lao Wang is a neighbor for many years and has always been in love. As usual, there is no problem in borrowing a bite of food, but now...

Not normal.

"No... the wild vegetables around me have been lit. I have walked a long way to pick them... I dare not borrow them..." The hostess was silent for a moment, and then said, "I heard that the food price has risen again..."

The hostess didn't say the miserable appearance of the old Wang family next door when they came to borrow food.

The look that looked like a walking corpse made the hostess still shudder when she remembered it.

The male owner was silent and sat down by the fire pit. Looking at the wild vegetables and pitiful rice in the pot, she sighed for a while, "It's not that we are cruel... It's because Lao Wang can't stand it, his family will be over... We borrowed it once last time, and it's already done our duty of friendship, and we borrowed it again... Our family...

The price of food has risen, which has never been a good thing for ordinary people.

Although they are the people who produce food, they cannot enjoy the benefits brought by the rise in food. Instead, they become increasingly poor due to the heavier burden of living. Just like the construction workers in later generations, the profits of housing prices will never be less than those workers who touch the mud and make bricks. Even if they built tens of thousands of houses, none of them belonged to them. The rising cost of living caused by excessive housing prices will not be late or absent.

The late spring cold not only caused serious disasters in the fields, but also caused the plants and trees in the wild to be affected. The wild vegetables that could have been used as food for spring were also very rare, which caused many poor people to live a shaky life, and suffered a heavy blow.

At the same time, due to the late spring cold, the weather is still warm and cold, which makes many farmers who don’t have many clothes to protect themselves from the cold.

In winter, because you don’t need to go to the world to cultivate, even if it is cold, you can resist the past. However, when spring comes, the fields must be tilled, otherwise the whole family will eat and wear whatever they want in a year? But who would have thought that this damn climate will suddenly change its face?

Working for a day must be full of sweat, and then the cold wind blows...

Some people can withstand it, while others can't.

In the current era of the Han Dynasty, there is no special medicine. The cold weather has also led to the outbreak of many diseases. Due to the lack of sufficient cold-proof clothing and heating facilities, many people suffer from diseases such as wind and cold, cough. The backward medical conditions make it difficult for these diseases to be effectively treated, and further aggravated the panic...

It's like Lao Wang next door.

"Two days ago, in order to cure the disease... Lao Wang and the others sold Erya..." The hostess' voice was low, "I originally wanted to say a kiss to my eldest son..."

Once natural disasters and man-made disasters occur, the traffickers who buy and sell people will be particularly attentive and can even inspect the goods at home. They will never make the seller feel any inconvenience. They will pay in person and will never default.

But even so, after selling the children's money, I still can't buy much food.

The male owner's voice was also dull, "...it's all fate... why do you say this? I'm done with cooking? Let the eldest brother and Er'er come back, finish eating early, rest early, and make up the floor tomorrow..."

The two and a half-boys who were called back seemed to know something. They were not as active as the teenagers. Instead, they were silent like their parents, and shared the wild vegetables and rice soup that were not much in the pot, and then lay down and rested silently.

In the middle of the night, perhaps before dawn, a silence broke through the silence.

The sad voice is not nice at all, nor is it as gentle as the so-called cuckoo's blood cry, but only the wailing of pain to the extreme.

The whole family was awakened, and the male owner got up, went out, and soon came back.

"Old Wang is dead..."

The family was a little surprised and expected.

"No..." The male owner's lips trembled for a moment, and after a while, he whispered: "It's not that he left sick... Yes, it's Lao Wang... He committed suicide..."

"For..." The youngest son seemed to want to ask why, but as soon as he spoke, he understood and swallowed all the words behind him.

Those who commit suicide are not considered dying of illness, and will not trigger the owner's epidemic alarm.

"Come on, if you can, please help me, hurry before dawn...

The male owner said, then turned around and went out.

They can only help before dawn.

Because after dawn, men have to work hard in their own fields, and women have to go to the wild to collect wild vegetables...

The poor are not qualified to get sick, they are only alive and dead.

They don't even have the right to be sad for a moment.

You can only struggle to live, or die silently.
Chapter completed!