Lifetime

Foreigners, before setting foot on the flat land, first feel whether your own life is strong enough. The people here have never had a solid meal from the time they were born until they were buried in the loess. Even if you are an official or a master, you can only receive two rations of food a day, which is enough to fill your stomach. Ordinary people just chew chaff, chew tree bark, dig grass roots, and stuff everything into their mouths when they are very hungry. If they are really eaten to death, others will sigh - at least they will be full when they leave. Famine leads to plague, and banditry follows war. Neighbors whom I talked to in the morning may be left rotting on the roadside at night with no one to collect them. Women are not considered human beings, they can be exchanged for half a bag of coarse grains, they can be paid off if they owe debts, their lives are worth less than a handful of rice. Generations of ancestors have been waiting for the sky to open their eyes, waiting for the grass on the grave to turn yellow again and again, and the world is still in this dead state. This is a dead circle that cannot be broken out, and it is useless for anyone to come. Do you dare to come to Cang Ping who eats people like this?