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Someone asked: "How can you remember so clearly? How long has it been?"
How could he not remember clearly? In the memory of Jiang Xi in the upper cultivation world, it was an unremarkable half year, but in the memory of Xue Zhengyi in the lower cultivation world, it was a year full of emotions.
But in the memory of Mo Ran, it is thirty-five days that are gradually becoming desperate, and the days are like years. Every day is worse than death, every day is still in purgatory.
Back then, when the price adjustment order came out, people panicked. If Duan Yihan and his children had no food, they could only rely on picking rotten vegetable leaves and moldy and rotten rice noodles to feed their hunger. Later, more and more people were hungry, and they couldn't even pick up vegetable leaves. In the middle of the trouble, Mo Ran couldn't help but said to Duan Yihan: "Aniang, let's go to Confucianism to find him and ask for some food?"
But Duan Yihan murmured: "If you beg anyone, you can't beg him."
Begging and performing arts along the street, nodding and bowing, laughing and yelling are all forced to make a living, but if you go to beg Nangong Yan, the meaning is different.
Although Duan Yihan is poor, he doesn't want to break the last bottom line.
She refused, and Mo Ran didn't mention it anymore.
The child is not eye-catching, and his skills are surprisingly agile. On the ninth day after the price adjustment order was promulgated, he finally stole a white radish from the field.
Duan Yihan carefully hid the white radishes, and cooked only a few as big as a fist every day, and the two ate them separately. By the time of the eighth meal, the radish was already rotten, but because he hadn't seen anything that could satisfy his hunger for a long time, Duan Yihan cut the remaining rotten radish in half again, barely coping with it for a few more days.
On the twenty-first day of the price adjustment order, they ate up the last bit of radish, and could no longer find any food to satisfy their hunger.
Twenty-fifth day.
It rained heavily, and earthworms came out of the ground. Mo Ran caged them together, took some rainwater, cooked them and ate them.
The greasy feeling of eating earthworms in the mouth is disgusting. Mo Ran muttered sorry to these skinny little animals. There is really nothing to fill his stomach. If he survives this period, the earthworms will be his benefactor. God is so pitiful, he doesn't want to be benefactor anymore, when will this nightmare pass
The twenty-eighth day.
The ink burned.
Even if a child is extremely talented and has a very high aura, he still cannot stand such hunger and tossing.
Duan Yihan had already lost his strength, his eyes were empty.
On this day, while Mo Ran fell asleep, she finally made up her mind, got up and left the firewood shed where she lived, and slowly walked towards the towering fairy city of Confucianism¡ªshe had her own bottom line, and would rather die than beg for food from Nangong Yan.
But the child is innocent, he is still so young, how could he leave the world with her.
All the people in the main hall showed sympathy at this time, let alone Mo Weiyu's guilt or innocence, but what happened back then was really too miserable.
Someone slowed down his tone, sighed and asked, "Did you get it?"
"No." Mo Ran said, "Bad luck, when I went, Nangong Yan was arguing with his wife."
He paused, and continued: "When the lady of the city lord saw my mother, she was furious. She was very hot-tempered. Not only did she not give my mother any food, but she also kicked her out of the Confucian school."
"What about Nangong Yan?"
"I don't know." Mo Ran said, "My mother didn't mention him."
Maybe it was stopped, or maybe it was just standing by, looking helpless.
Mo Ran didn't know what happened that day, but only knew that when A Niang came back, she was covered in scars. She curled up in the woodshed and hugged him silently, and then began to cough up blood, vomit blood foam and gastric juice, and the room was filled with a foul and sour smell.
Thirty-fourth day.
Duan Yihan was on the verge of dying, he could barely speak, and he didn't shed tears.
That night, she woke up from the drowsiness and regained some strength. Seeing Mo Ran shrinking beside her, trying to keep her warm with his thin body. She said to him very gently, "Xiao Ran'er, if there is a way, go back to Xiangtan."
"Auntie"
"Go back to Xiangtan, go to Sister Xun, and repay your favor." Duan Yihan stroked Mo Ran's hair, "Go to Xiangtan to repay your favor, don't stay in Linyi to seek revenge Listen to what Auntie said, be goodBack when Aunt came to Yi , I owe you sister Xun a lot of money, and it¡¯s still not clear You go back, stay by her side, do something for her, and make her happy. In the days to come, if others give you kindness, they must be good Remember."
With tears in her eyes, Mo Ran looked up at the woodshed, where she described her skinny face.
Duan Yihan's eyes were black and shiny, even with some grape-like purple.
 p; Xun Fengruo is his benefactor.
Mo Ran told her to fly far away, escape from Xiangtan, and never come back again.
That day, he finally became a hero.
Xun Fengruo choked up and bowed to him, and fled out of the building. But Mo Ran didn't have time to leave. When Madam heard the movement, she quickly brought people up, and as soon as she came up, she saw that Mo Ran hit the distinguished guest and let the oiran go, her angry face was distorted, and she almost wanted to vomit blood.
The mother has a son who is about the same age as Mo Ran. The son has a vicious mind and a bad stomach. Seeing that the mother is very angry, she has an idea - the child's viciousness is sometimes so naive and terrifying. The boy punished his peers for offending his mother by punishing livestock.
He found a dog cage and asked people to lock Mo Ran in it. The cage was narrow and narrow, and Mo Ran could only squat inside, not lie down, or stand up. They fed him cold food like a dog, and it was like this for seven days.
For seven days, Mo Ran was trapped in an old house with weak wind, and the smell of incense in the house was mixed with the stench of man's body/fluid.
He squatted and hunched.
Smell this drowsy, sweet and greasy smell.
Feel like vomiting.
Seven days.
From then on, he felt disgusted when he smelled the incense, and fear and fear overflowed from the cracks in his bones. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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