The late Ming Dynasty was the Little Ice Age, with natural disasters constantly, with frequent droughts and locust plagues. Outside the capital, refugees often stayed.

The fifteen-year-old Luan Xiao and the eight-year-old sister Luan Mi are the ordinary two of the victims.

They were originally a family of five.

In order for his eldest son to survive, the twelve-year-old eldest sister Luan Jin sold herself and exchanged a small bag of rice.

But they were suddenly robbed by the bandits, their parents died and there was no rice left. They survived but were too hungry.

In front of you is the capital.

Luan Xiao is now thinking that he can have a bite of food so that his little sister can survive.

What kind of sages and poems, what you don’t eat, are all bullshit!

He has now seen this world clearly. This is the world of eating people. He either eats others or is eaten by others.

After experiencing this escape, he was completely disappointed with the court and hated Confucianism extremely.

He actually has little courage and has been stronger than others since he was a child, but he is so hungry that he can beat those horse bandits?

I could only watch my parents be killed, and the small bag of food I exchanged for my eldest sister was also taken away.

At this time, is it useful to talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality?

"Se'er, hold on for a while, when you arrive in the capital, you will have porridge." Luan Xiao said in a low voice. He couldn't speak loudly, and he had no strength anymore.

In fact, because he was the eldest son and the only heir to the family, he ate the most when he had eaten before, and the younger sister would only be hugged more than her.

Luan Se was so hungry that he was dizzy. When he heard Luan Xiao's words, he still said weakly: "Brother, eat first, brother, eat first, brother, eat again."

Hearing this sentence, Luan Se couldn't help crying, but he couldn't cry either because his lips were already chapped.

After escaping from the horse bandits, they walked all the way to the capital, not only for food, but also for water.

His condition had reached its limit, but he still gritted his teeth and continued to walk towards the high wall over there with his sister on his back.

There were indeed people serving porridge outside the capital, but there were too many people. Luan Xiao carried his sister on his back and had not waited for them to arrive, but the stalls had already been closed there.

The so-called porridge is just a bowl of soup, without many grains of rice, but it is already very luxurious.

Basically, the elderly and the weak cannot grab it. Only those who are strong can eat.

The victims were not allowed to enter the city, and there was no way to attract him without any identity. Luan Xiao had no choice.

Suddenly, he noticed a dispute not far away, as if a man was fighting for the porridge that a woman asked for.

Luan Xiao carefully put his sister aside and dared not let it go far. At this time, there were no people who could eat people.

He found a stone of the right size and then looked at the man.

Then he was ruthless and threw out the stone in his hand. The stone accurately hit the man's temple, and the man fell to the ground.

The woman held the porridge and looked at Luan Xiao in horror.

At the same time, a seven or eight-year-old child ran over and shouted: "Mom!"

Luan Xiao approached, glanced at the child, and said, "Split me half!"

His tone was very cold. If the woman didn't agree, he would ask for everything and he wanted his sister to survive.

The woman agreed, but the man on the ground didn't know his life or death, and the woman didn't dare to gamble. If there was anything wrong with her, her son might become the meat in the pot of some people.

Luan Xiao brought his sister over, picked up the broken bowl, drank half of it in a small sip, and handed it back to the woman.

After drinking a little, Luan Se seemed to be able to speak, and she only heard her murmuring: "Brother, I'm hungry!"

Luan Xiao clenched his fists and swept his eyes at the people around him again.

Just as he chose the second target to attack, he suddenly heard a sound coming from the gate of the capital.

"Liuli Pavilion recruits several young servants and healthy wives, and those who are literate are given priority. Come here to register!"

In every year of disaster, a large number of proletarians will become slaves. Although they have lost their freedom, they are at least better than starving to death now.

Luan Xiao didn't want to leave when the eldest sister left, but Luan Jin said that at least she had a bite of food to eat as a slave, just treat it as a way to give her sister a way out!

Hearing these words, Luan Xiao could no longer say anything, and could only resent his incompetence.

And now, it seems that in order to survive, this is the only opportunity to become a slave.

He quickly rushed over with his little sister on his back.

Everyone was running because they didn’t know how many people they were recruiting. If they went too late, they might not have a seat.

Of course, if people have some requirements, they will choose whatever they look like. If they go too early, they will just try their luck.

We must strive for opportunities to survive.

Xiao Sheng looked at the victims outside the city and couldn't help feeling a little shocked and sad.

In modern times, watching the African victims through videos cannot really feel anything, but at this time, this intuition and smell shock brings a feeling of direct rushing to the soul.

I remember my parents said that there was a great famine in the 1950s, and it must have been very difficult at that time.

From that state to Xiao Sheng’s current state of life, it is necessary to be grateful for the vast country in a short period of time.

In fact, Xiao Sheng initially planned to open a welfare home, which means to help young children and the elderly and the weak for free.

But after searching some information online, he changed his naive thoughts.

In ancient times, free porridge and disaster relief was a privilege of the government. If other people do this, unless they have a strong background, they will just be charged with "winding people's hearts" and you will not be able to afford it.

Not to mention adopting the elderly and weak, those wealthy families are waiting to turn everyone into their own slaves and their own tenants at this time. Doing so is equivalent to disrupting their business and will definitely intervene.

Last thing is, there are too many victims.

At this time, Xiao Sheng looked over and couldn't see the edge. He couldn't afford to support so many people.

So we can only adopt this compromise method, normal storage of slaves and treat these people as goods, which is the rule that those wealthy families follow.

A group of people lined up in a long line, just like goods, letting Xiao Sheng choose.

The selected person was ecstatic and knelt on the ground and kept thanking the master for his life. The one who was not selected was sad. He wanted to fight for it, but seeing the few sword-holding men standing beside Xiao Sheng, they didn't look like good men, and they didn't dare to act rashly.

However, there was still a desperate situation. A woman kowtowed to Xiao Sheng with a baby under two years old and said, "Master, please accept my child, please, please!"

Generally speaking, when choosing servants, those people will not let them take care of their children, especially such babies, which will cause them to throw away or drown directly.

They won't raise useless people.

And it is because of the existence of this baby that no one wants her. When she sees her holding a child, she ignores it directly.
Chapter completed!