On the Road to Escape, I Carried Her Name on My Back to Survive.

In the eleventh year of Daqian's reign, there was a spring famine.

God is blind. There has been a severe drought in Guanzhong for three years, and the ground is so cracked that it can fit into a fist.

The wild dogs on the roadside were so hungry that they gnawed at their own legs and refused to stop until they saw the bones.

Fighting broke out again in the north. The officers and soldiers and the bandits were all beasts, and they robbed every last grain of food. Not even the bark of the trees was left in their path.

The wealthy people in the imperial court opened a porridge shack. The porridge was filled with more sand than rice, and one sip of it could break your teeth.

People were running away, heading south, east, anywhere they heard there was still stuttering.

The official roads are full of people, dragging their families and families with them, bumping into each other like a bunch of headless flies.

Some people have diarrhea that reaches their crotch, and the smell is so bad that even dogs walk around.

The dead ones were thrown on the roadside, while the living ones kept walking. No one knew where they were going, they just knew that if they didn't go, they would be waiting to die.

On the way, some people cooked human flesh and ate it, saying it was "life-saving meat"; some people left their parents and mothers on the way and cursed them as "old people who are dragging people down."

It had been snowing for seven days, and the snow on the official road was up to my ankles.

This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.