Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 68: Life Like an Ant (1)

Our new home is a small residential yard with four rooms on each side and five main houses in the middle, giving us more than enough to live in. And with all the apps, you can see that Du Jin took a lot of thought. Fortunately, with him, we soon had a place to stay, and we didn't have to work hard to find a place to stay.

After discussing it with Rosh, I took in the Murong Superfamily. Hu Yanping is a sensible man who appreciates us and wraps up all the energy of home. Sun's cooking for us, Hu Yanping and Duan Ying Ting cooked Xiaomi porridge and sorghum paste with me every day for disaster relief. At night, I was free to teach Xiao Murong Super and Hu Yan Jing to read. They're still hiding their true identity from me, and I won't break it.

And Rosh, since he no longer has to follow Lu Guang, he also runs with me everyday where disaster victims gather to read the scriptures for them. People in natural and man-made disasters have experienced suffering, despair of this life, easier to accept Buddhism and look forward to the next life. His followers are expanding rapidly in the diaspora, and he, too, prefers to live like this and to speak of it. He was busy every day and his eyebrows swept apart, not as depressed as they had been for some time.

Hu Yanping lived alone in the warehouse. He didn't like to talk much and carefully guarded the Murong family. Only when no one pays attention will the eyes of Duan Ting reveal their love. And Ting, I can see that she has feelings for Hu Yanping. Two people stand in the way of identity and suppress emotions. I tried to persuade them a few times, but I didn't know what to do. There is no such thing as a man marrying again in history, and maybe they will suppress it for the rest of their lives. Dark egos, such chaos, survival is more than love.

In mid-November, twenty-four dusty Turtle monks found our home. At risk, they crossed the desert for six months and finally came to the aunt to follow their superior, Hayamorosh. Don't say Rosh saw them crying, even me, for the obsession of these monks.

His disciples also brought unexpected things. There's gold and silver, brand new clothes and Turtles specialties, all brought to them by Fursati Bratto. It turns out that Fursativa financed all their travel expenses. In addition to gold and silver, there were two letters. One is for Fursati, saying Turtles is now calm, everything is fine in the house, looking for swimming is even cuter. I hope we take care of ourselves and go home if we have the chance. Another letter was written with Jesse the Buddha, who was also a friend of the Rosh Division. When Rosh was a young man, he studied multiplication with him in Salle. He already knew that Rosh had broken the order to marry his wife, strangled him and did not harshly condemn it. It can be seen that Rosh is grateful for the compassion of the Buddha Jesse.

Aunties do not have regular temples, and there is no extra money to let them live elsewhere at this moment. So all of a sudden, we have 24 more family members. Our home, I think, feels weird. Ethnically, there are Hans, Turtles, and Villages. In terms of identity, there are monks, wives of monks, and future kings, queens and queens of the dead. Such a group of people, grouped into a singular family, works every day in an agglomerated area. Sometimes Rosh sends his disciples to work, and he has another job: to see a doctor.

I know from what I've read that food prices are bound to keep rising. So convince Li to come forward with money to hoard food. I myself traded most of my money for two hundred dozen sorghum, a hundred dozen millet, and fifty dozen wheat, all stuffed up in our grocery room. I thought with Li and my grain reserves, I could help the displaced for a while. But with the advent of winter, things were worse than I knew.

The weather suddenly became cold in late November, with the wind slicing like a knife and snow falling. There are more victims. The disaster in Xiping, South County, was not too harsh, but because Lu Guang was at war with the former Qin Tai Guang in both places, many more people exiled to Auntie in order to avoid the war. Every day, there are 780,000 skinny yellow muscles lined up outside our porridge point, snowflakes accumulating on our shoulders, often waiting to be lined up, long ago becoming snowmen, trembling hands reaching out, frozen scars flowing with pus. At any moment in the queue, the infirm will fall down and no longer breathe. Rosh said not to starve a disaster, but I'm afraid someone's freezing to death without starving to death.

Convinced Li donated a batch of cotton clothes, a thousand sets, only enough to distribute to the elderly and the infirm. We added 200 more sets ourselves, but every day we pulled a scooter with the bones of the frozen dead out of town. Food storage is decreasing at an alarming rate, and a large group of people are watching us every day after the porridge is distributed. The porridge has become thinner and thinner, but it is still not possible to divide everyone into bowls. Go buy more food and the price doubles again.

Despite the disaster relief, Li gave the vast majority of the money. But seeing that the daily porridge is not enough, I'm sorry to ask Li Add more food, I added my own food storage at Rosh's request. As a result, the food in our warehouses is rapidly decreasing. And we're not going anywhere by ourselves. We don't have a source of income, we sit and eat in the mountains every day. No matter how much Fursati pays, it's not worth raising this big family. I, the finance minister, worry every day when we start selling our property ourselves.

Rosh had no concept of money at all, and he couldn't bring any money with him, and he would spend it all. Either give charity to beggars or buy books. Years of supreme sustenance made him a typical wealthy disease. For example, when it comes to eating, he is “not tired of eating, not tired of finesse” and likes delicate dishes. Though he never said it, I could tell he didn't like sorghum paste. Who actually likes to eat? Xiaomi porridge also has a fresh aroma, sorghum noodles are also astringent and infarcted.

I'm from Gangnam, used to rice from snacks. I used to eat noodles every day when I was in Turtles for a long time. When I first ate sorghum after aunt, I realized that sorghum tastes bad and my stomach tends to swell easily after eating sorghum noodles. But sorghum is drought-tolerant. In the summer drought, wheat and grass die and only sorghum yields, so it is the cheapest food. We relied mainly on sorghum and millet for disaster relief. And ourselves, I let the grandsons and Duan Laoting make noodles, buns, cakes, and bring them to the disaster scene for our family to eat. I'm not that great. I want to eat the same thing as the disaster victims. Our current economic conditions, which are even more difficult, have not yet reached this point.

Rosh is okay with it, because he always wears monk robes and puts on little patches of clothes, which he will wear as long as it's not obvious. But they love to be neat and even a little cleaner. Running among the victims these past few days, he has never shown any discomfort, but every day when he comes home he changes his clothes and the next day he wears clean clothes washed in slurry.

But he paid a lot of money to buy books. He couldn't bring all of his books in Turz, he picked out only the important, and already the heaviest sack we've come all the way to. In Auntie, you can reach more Chinese books, and he absorbs Chinese culture like a sponge. Reading became his biggest hobby, and it also laid the groundwork for his future translations, so I never restricted him from buying books at first. However, printing is not yet invented, paper is expensive, and books of this era are dozens of times more expensive than daily necessities. And he often sees a book he likes and buys it without asking for a price, leaving me with an embarrassing emptying of my pockets.

This man, alas, besides being a spiritual leader, he really doesn't know about diesel salt. I'm glad I consciously trained myself in ancient life when I was in Turtz, and I can't help it now.

By December, the number of displaced persons had risen dramatically to over 100,000, matching the number of inhabitants in the city of Aung San. The economy of the city is in a depression, everything is depreciating, except food. Many people sell their property on the doorstep and can't get their food back in a day.

The mountains where disaster victims gathered outside the city, entire mountains of trees were skinned and the grass roots covered with heavy snow were excavated. sorghum bars, straw, wheat bars, and even cotton in cotton jackets are all life-saving foods. The victims crushed them, blended them for half a day, and were able to make some starch. Everyday, people get poisoned for eating venomous wolves. Often when Rosh gets the news and rushes to rescue him, people have spit foam and died with a horrible face.

Some of the affected people started to get swollen, and as soon as they squeezed out the yellow water, they walked and swayed. Many others have strange bellies because they eat bran, eat Guanyin soil constipation, and are skinny and skinny. I saw them in a broken kiln hole with bare asses, pulling each other out with branches, and blood flowing. The people who were pulled out groaned high and low, and no matter how far I fell and crashed, those screams still rang in my ears from time to time.

Lu Guang's rebellion was not progressing smoothly, and a conscription notice was posted on the streets, between the ages of 15 and 50. It specifies that a soldier can be satisfied. Just a few words, all the men in the diaspora who still have the strength to sign up and fill the drum tower.