Sell ​​the first one by inserting a sign.

This is the legendary "tag sell first place".

Living people are sold, and their prices are marked as worth grass.

I didn't think anything when I read it in books before, but when this scene appeared in front of me, Nan Shou was still shocked.

...What I have known about this world before...

An old woman was sighing, and when she heard someone ask, she started talking nonsense:

"What's the situation?... Selling oneself to bury your father... It's also a sin. The father and son just fled here and their father got sick and hadn't survived for two days... Now I want to sell myself and change the coffin for him..."

"It's just for~" An old woman next to her immediately followed up: "But who dares to buy someone like him... I'm just half a poor man, and I don't know if I have any plague on me... Tsk tsk, I'm still a mute~~"

Nan Shou's pupils were shaking...

Escape from the famine ~

In his original time and space, many children who grew up in cities, and even most of the people who grew up in the suburbs, were very unfamiliar with this term.

But Nanshou knew the weight of these two words.

Because of him, I have seen it with my own eyes.

He even once suspected that in China, the reason why people love eating so much and are so easy to create a foodie character is that it is because the gene of hunger still exists in the bloodline and has not left too far.

Or, it's really close.

Because his parents worked in the hospital, they didn’t have much time to take care of him when they were young. So Xiaonanshou had nearly half of his childhood before, and spent his grandmother’s house.

My grandmother's house is in a village on the outskirts of the city, and the people are simple.

That year, Xiaonanshou was four or five years old, and it was the time to start remembering things.

At the entrance of the village where my grandmother's house is located, people who fled to famine came.

He is an old lady who is wrapped in a veil and is wrapped in a blue cloth on her back.

She held an enamel teapot with a lid missing in one hand, and a little girl with six or seven years old braided hair in the other hand. She must be two grandparents and grandchildren. They walked slowly from the entrance of the village and walked very slowly.

Nanshou didn't know what was going on. In fact, many years have passed, but what happened that year and that day can always be clearly recalled.

It was so clear that the wrinkles on the old lady's face, the little girl's big eyes, and her half of her nose.

The two of them didn't seem to begging for food. They walked to the door that was open and stood outside the threshold. The old lady smiled and said a few words, and then the little girl bowed to the door.

They don’t want money, so they say that if there is cold rice in the pot, they hope to give it a bite.

In those days, everyone was able to fill their stomachs just now. The family was cooking rice by people. Where could there be leftovers? Not to mention the refrigerator.

So after asking two or three companies, I was disappointed.

But the old lady was not discouraged. Every time she smiled and bowed to others, she continued to lead the girl forward.

Then he walked to my grandmother's door.

Xiaonanshou was sitting on the threshold playing foreign movies. When he saw someone approaching, he called out to the house to grandma.

Grandma came out when she heard the sound.

After a few questions, I quickly scooped water for someone to drink.

There was a layer of crust in the big pot on the stove. It was originally left for Xiaonanshou as a snack, but it was shoveled out by my grandmother and soaked it in boiling water.

Then he took out the dried radish and a few pieces of lard residue that he would like to use to cook before cooking, and soaked it in it.

He filled two large magic bowls and let the grandparents eat while it was hot.

After the old lady thanked her seriously, she took a few sips. The girl ate half a bowl and stopped eating. The two of them poured the rest into the tea jar.

Then, the grandparents and grandchildren bowed together and continued to hold hands and walk slowly towards the end of the village.

The little girl even looked back at Xiaonanshou and his colorful foreign films.

Grandma said, that's just a famine.

Nan Shou has always remembered this clearly, so when he grew up, he also asked his grandmother in detail.

Grandma said that there are rules for escaping famine.

Although the affected villages are walking out in groups, they will naturally disperse when they arrive in a new place.

Because it is not easy to know, even if you go to a better place, no one can feed so many mouths at once.

Usually when you walk to a village, two or three groups of people will come in to ask for something to eat, one at the entrance of the village and one at the end of the village.

Everyone will meet up when it is late. How much food is needed will be distributed to those who have not harvested.

At that time, Nanshou praised them for their intelligence.

But when I get older, when I think about it, my heart will feel sore and warm.

Sourness is because you dare not think and dare not go through much suffering to integrate such wisdom and rules.

It is because of sighing that many people will praise the glory of the great civilization for thousands of years, but he cherishes the trust and mutual support between people in those suffering years.

The reason why I dare to escape is because I believe in the human nature of the Chinese people. No matter what, as long as there is a lot of money, there will definitely be someone who is willing to give it a few... There will definitely be someone like that.

Therefore, Nanshou has always been very grateful to her grandmother. Although she is an old lady who has only been in literacy classes, the stories she can tell are torturing and turning, only the savage mother-in-law and the few who scare children.

But it was also her who demonstrated herself to her children at the earliest, what is human and what is culture.

This culture is not only for those who give and share, but also for those who come out to escape famine.

What they escaped was just a wasteland, not a labor.

As long as the spring season is approaching, they will migrate to their hometown from all directions to sow their hopes for the new year in the land.

Perhaps adding these countless faces that will not appear in history books is the true five thousand years of completeness.

.........

Master Nan looked at the grass mark and was lost for a while, but finally moved.

He squeezed forward, raised his hand and pulled it out, holding it tightly in his palm:

"Uncle Gui~"

"Yes, Master~"

"Please arrange this matter, don't be careless... and this child... From now on, I will be the people in our mansion~"

"...I understand the young master~"

Uncle Gui turned around and gave a few instructions, and then the famous guard ran away quickly to organize the cart.

Only then did the people around him look at Nanshou and buzz and talk. Someone even whispered softly to recognize Uncle Gui's appearance.

The knelt child also slowly raised his head.

Nanshou squatted down and smiled at him with white teeth: "They said you are a mute, can you still hear me?"

There is a kind of confusion and coldness in the child's eyes, which are clearly black and white.

But he seemed to feel the warmth in Nanshou's smile. He looked at the straw mat, then looked at Nanshou, and nodded slightly.

Nanshou was also looking at him carefully.

Although the face was covered in dirty, you could still see the outline of a straight nose and thin lips.

The eye shape is delicate and slender, but the eye distance seems to be slightly wider than that of ordinary people.

Looks a little...stupid?

Nanshou was happy, got up, and stretched out his big hand to the little mute:

"Then, let's leave now and go home with the young master!"
Chapter completed!