Chapter 235: : God's providence, why so far

"Next." The soldier stood in front of the granary and called with a grain bag in his hand and looked behind the team in front.
Countless people in front of the granary lined up in long lines, and the team was crowded, and there was still a push from time to time.
The robes were lined with loess, mostly withered faces.
The snow disaster years ago caused many grains on the ground to fail. Perhaps the people in Sanjin of Qindi still had some surplus grain, but it was a terrible natural disaster for Yan Chuqi.
The weather started to heat up in June and July. The sultry air was like a fire grilling in and out with people's breath.
There are hungry people everywhere on the road, so hungry that they ca n’t move, they ca n’t even see the flesh, all that remains is the dry skin around the bones, like dead bones alive.
The sun-baked ground was hot, and the hungry people sitting on the ground were rancid, and did not know when it would become a real pile of dead bones.
There are a lot of people who ca n’t eat. Everywhere is ordered to open the store to help the people, but after the Battle of Baiyue, there was no food in the middle school. It was just a year of rest, and it was impossible to raise people in a country.
Besides, there are still Hun slaves in the north, and even the army's rations against the Hun slave will have to be called in the future.
The army on the side controls the order to prevent hungry people from vying for food and recruiting people to distribute it. Even so, one person only has a small bag of beans.
A civilian wearing a short shirt was sitting at the back of the line with a dry bag, looking at the person who could not see his head in front of him, and wondered if he could get food today, and the family could not eat at all.
He sat on the ground, the hot air seemed to be twisted, the vision in front of him was slightly blurred, and his lips were a little cracked.
It was cold in the beginning of spring, but now it is like a steamer in summer.
"The weather this year is almost like a godsend."
The man looked up in front of him blankly, and opened his lips indifferently.
"Who said no?" A man leaned on the lower half of the eaves, looking almost the same, shaking his head weakly.
"No reason." The thinly hungry man sitting on the ground lowered his head and said intermittently, "Why is it such a disaster?"
His voice was painful and trembling, so he could only watch the people in the family starve to death.
"Who knows?" The person on the side coughed twice, speechless, and finally raised his eyes empty, looking at the sunburst above his head.
"Perhaps Qin Zheng is incompetent. God doesn't want anyone to live."
Since Qin Zheng, their Chu people have not lived for a few days. Either Baiyue attacked and enlisted to fight, or they were repaired to repair cities and canals, but no more than natural disasters.
Talking with his eyes horizontally to the side of the food distribution team, he sneered, his voice was a little heavier: "Opening a warehouse to save food ..."
"Each bag of beans is enough to eat ..."
The words seemed to be heard by a soldier from the Qin Kingdom who was walking away when his eyes were red, but was caught by others.
"Forget it, and care about them."
"I just think the food was fed to the dog." The soldier held the Go in his hand, glanced at the man lying on the ground, and lowered his head in a grudge.
"My brother had not eaten before fighting with the Huns outside the customs. It was better to send them first ..."
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In the city head of Xianyang City, a soldier guarding the city wiped the sweat from his forehead, stood on the city head, and looked away in the distance. Between them, that day, it was red.
Xu Zhen was suffering in the sky. After the long snow, it was not just a livelihood, but a drought, and no more rain after July. The dry land is thousands of miles long, the canals are dry, and the fields cultivated in the shed are dead, and there is no food for a year.
There was wailing everywhere, and there was no one to take it.
Another March, the autumn solstice, was the first rain, and the puddles under the rain did not go to the streets in the cities around it, flowing between the bluestone slabs, and beside the dry bones in the suburbs.
After the rain, the dead bones rot and the plague spreads.
Throughout the world, it was as if Shura Lie prison was like.
It's as if he had his own will to die in the Qin Dynasty.
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"Rustic."
The raindrops fell finely on the robe that draped over his body, making a crackling rain, Gu Nan pressed the bucket over his head.
There was a low weeping sound on the side of the road. Gu Nan looked there. A woman was sitting next to a corpse, her eyes frowning, and she didn't know whether it was rain or tears.
Beckoning, a group of soldiers covering their noses came up and lifted the body away.
The woman did not stop, but just sat there idly, watching the corpse lifted away and covering her mouth with her hands.
The rain was louder.
The plague spreads everywhere, and it is hard to escape in Xianyang City, or the epidemic situation in Xianyang City is heavier than elsewhere.
Gu Nan hoped that she would have a way to cure the epidemic, but there are so many types of plagues, and she is not a doctor of medicine. She does not even know the types of this plague.
Sealing the forbidden area where the plague was plagued, quarantining the sick, and dragging the sick to death is the only thing she can do.
Gu Nan came to the woman, unbuttoned her coat, and put it on the woman's body. The woman's body trembled. Gu Nan didn't know what to say, and stood for a while.
I just took down the dipper on top of my head and put it on the woman's head again.
The woman finally cried and hugged Gu Nan, burying her head in her shoulders, and the muffled sound of cries.
In the rain, Gu Nan stood there, half-squeaked, and stretched out her hand silently and patted on the woman's back.
There were groans on both sides of the road, and several patients were left on the street. Maybe they had no relatives, or they were unable to take care of them.
When they die, they will be taken away by soldiers.
The street had been sealed for a long time, no light was visible under the rain clouds, and the road was dark. The stagnant water between the slate may also reflect a little light.
The boots stepped into the standing water, breaking down the street view reflected in the standing water.
Once the white armor stood on the ground and walked in the rain, Ren Yu was dripping, Ren Ren was soaked, and she looked back at the Xianyang Palace ~ EbookFREE.me ~ and looked away.
Under the overcast clouds, there seemed to be a golden scent of light spreading in the rain on Xianyang Palace.
She always thought it was just an illusion, but this time, she seemed to feel something in the midst.
The rain slipped from her face armor, and the water drops carried on her face armor were also left behind, and the eyes under the face armor reflected the distant clouds.
It seemed to be asking himself, "God?"
The hand hanging on the waist held the hilt of the black sword on the waist, and the water drops on the hilt ran down the palm.
The hand was tight, but it seemed like he was holding something weakly.
Finally, his hands came loose.
The water dripped from his hand, reflecting the white armor on the ground.
It broke into pieces.
"Why so?"