During the reign of Dajing and Jingtai, there was a severe drought in the north. The land was bare for thousands of miles, and people died of hunger everywhere.
Sixteen-year-old Shen Qinghe buried his parents, grabbed half a bag of fried noodles, and embarked on the road to escape with his young brother on his back.
She had seen the desperation of losing food, heard the screams of food snatchers, and counted her dwindling strength - until the worn silver bracelet on her wrist became hot and half the life-saving bag of fried noodles disappeared out of thin air.
It turns out that what my mother said about "thinking about me has spiritual power" is true.
This small space can hold fried noodles, dirty water, and my brother's puppets, but it cannot hold the corpses and wind and frost along the way.
With her younger brother, she rescued an injured mysterious man, picked up a wolf cub with a human nature, fought for life under the knife of a refugee, and searched for herbs on the edge of the plague.
The shimmer of the silver bracelet reflected her footprints, from the salt-alkali land to the wasteland, from the dense forest to the checkpoint, heading south step by step.
"Sister, is there really rice in Nandi?"
Qinghe looked at the vague smoke in the distance, and held the hatchet and silver bracelet tightly: "Yes, as long as we go there, there will be it."
The troubled times are like mud, but her humble green grass has to take root in the desperate situation with the seeds of hope.
Purpose: Using the escape route of Shen Qinghe's siblings as a carrier, it shows ordinary people's instinctive persistence in "living" under extreme living conditions - not surrendering to suffering, but the resilience of choosing to protect the people around them and holding on to the bottom line in the face of hunger, fear, and betrayal.