Large-scale famine is almost a desperate situation for Chang'an, but desperate situation is not the same as a death. There are urgent measures in the emergency period. The army cannot cross the border on a large scale. It is still possible to send a hundred Central Guard masters to sneak across the border. They exchanged grain in foreign lands in cubes and put them into space bags, and then sneaked back, constantly repeating to make hope for the survival of transportation in the Western Regions.

But this is ultimately a drop in the bucket. It can only help maintain the basic food and clothing of the forty-seven main cities of the Western Regions. For people with low social classes, they may not even have "food and clothing" and at most they are just "living".

In the satellite cities sparsely scattered outside the forty-seven main cities, the Chang'an Central Committee was really unable to take care of it, and could only let it fend for itself, or pray that the soldiers who infiltrated it could change more things and help these refugees as much as possible.

In the autumn of 32nd year of the Colonial Destruction, this should have been the harvest season when rice fragrance spreads all over the wilderness, but in Liu Fusu's eyes, he looked completely opposite.

Because of the long-term reliance on cube exchange, agricultural knowledge has been lacking in this generation, and it is too difficult to re-learn. In addition, the Western Regions are not suitable for growing grains. Large areas of the fields are full of dead rice poles, and some have even weathered in dry climates. They will break after touching them and fall to the ground and turn into fragments.

The field is a small settlement, and the thin adults sat there with dull eyes. Liu Fusu would never know that these living people are no longer humans in later history books, but a cold name: Huanggu.

People often see people with big belly. They are not those with enough food and clothing, but are too hungry to bear it, so they chew tree bark, stones, soil, and these indigestive things piled up in their stomachs, which stretched their stomachs and allowed them to feel full for a long time. Of course, this cannot be exchanged for any nutrition. Some people just hold on like this day after day, and some people close their eyes and die forever in the dream full of food.

In the center of the settlement, a large number of corpses of people who died of famine were piled here. The village chief was a relatively wise person. He knew that he should use fire to deal with the corpses to prevent the spread of the plague. When the fire passed, there was only the smell of burnt skin and no smell of meat, because the burning substance only had skin and bones.

Occasionally, a few civilians who were so hungry that they broke through the bottom line secretly grabbed a corpse and wanted to have similar cannibalism, but after chewing, they only tear off a little dry skin. The calories they chewed in were not as hard as they could.

After Liu Fusu came, the thin village chief walked over tremblingly. Liu Fusu was a person who dominated people's livelihood and carried out people-friendly policies. In the past, as long as he did not have official duties, he would travel in plain clothes and visit villages in various places to compassionate with the people. Obviously, this was not the first time he came here, and the village chief had known him a long time ago.

The village chief trembledly and raised his head, stared at Liu Fusu's face with the turbid years, and said with some concern: "General...you have lost weight..."

As a general of the Red Blood Empire, Liu Fusu was above ten thousand people in the center of Chang'an. Even if famine was rampant and even if thousands of people starved to death every day, the army would give priority to ensuring his adequate food and clothing. Even if all the people in the Western Regions starved to death and died, Liu Fusu would definitely die in the end.

However, the worries of all day long made Liu Fusu lose weight even if he had enough tea and food, his body became thinner and his cheeks were concave. If he took off his general's uniform and put on rags, he would probably be the same as the refugees on the roadside.

Liu Fusu pursed her lips tightly, forced herself to keep her tears from flowing out, and asked in a trembling voice: "Can you still hold on?"

"Die...it's always dead..." The village chief took out a piece of cloth from his arms with trembling hands, and it seemed that something was wrapped inside. After opening it, an unspeakable stench came. He muttered, "Everyone can only rely on these to support him now."

The accompanying generals endured the desire to vomit and looked closely and found that it was a ball of black paste-like substance mixed with nauseous mucus. Some insect arthropods could be seen inside.

Regarding this disgusting thing, the village chief held it in his hand and treated it like a treasure. He said tremblingly: "We caught some earthworms and crawlers in the field. These things have a lot of meat but a small amount. We can't expect to eat it with your stomach. So we mixed a lot of soil into it and poured it into mud... In fact, there is no water. Two years ago, many rivers were steamed dry. There was no place to find so much water. We had to save money. We could only use urine to water it, which can be regarded as killing and sterilizing it. Hehe, we are reluctant to eat this thing, and we usually leave it for children to eat. These children have never left the village and have never seen the world. We have to let them grow up, right?"

Liu Fusu followed the village chief's gaze and saw a few dirty little babies standing at the entrance of the village. There were men and women, all of them were very thin, but their arms were a little fleshy. The adults next to them looked at the flesh on the children's arms and saliva, but they still looked away at the same time and adhered to their bottom line. Even though this is the case now... what can I do?

Looking at the innocent eyes of the children, Liu Fusu's emotions suddenly collapsed. A generation of imperial general knelt on the ground and cried, and kept kowtowing to the village chief.

The village chief said in confusion: "General...you are..."

Just when the village chief was at a loss, Liu Fusu suddenly stretched out his hand and snatched the black paste mud mixed with earthworms, crawlers, soil, and human urine from the village chief's hand. Without saying a word, he stuffed it into his mouth and bit it bite.

The village chief was frightened and knelt in front of Liu Fusu, holding his hand tightly to try to stop it, and said tremblingly: "General...you are the general...you can't eat these things..."

Liu Fusu cried while gnawing, and said with a voice: "I will order... From now on, all the three meals of the central generals will be replaced with this kind of black paste mud until all the civilians can eat!"

The generals accompanying him were a little worried. They were about to vomit when they smelled it. How could they enter? But no one said anything. They took out the dry food they carried from the transport truck behind them and piled it into the arms of the old village chief.

The hungry and thirsty civilians rushed over and rushed over, scrambling dry food with their thin arms. The old village chief protected it tightly. At this time, his thin body burst out with powerful strength and kept shouting: "Let the child eat first! Let the child eat first!"

Liu Fusu's gaze was blurred by tears, his mouth was covered with dirt from black ointment. His eyes were filled with unprecedented determination and resentment, and he turned straight to the sky in the north, as if he was staring at someone, and said gritting his teeth: "I cannot destroy the traitor in this life, and I, Liu Fusu, will not be a human being!!!"
Chapter completed!