"Don't go, lest you accidentally get hurt. Just watch! These people won't end up well. Let's wait here; when things get out of hand, the government will surely step in."
"Waiting again! If we wait any longer, we'll starve to death!" A man said helplessly, touching his hungry, concave stomach.
He stood up reluctantly, grabbed a handful of wild vegetables from the basket beside him, and prepared to light a fire to cook them.
"Dad! I don't want to eat wild vegetables anymore. It's wild vegetables every day. When can we have porridge?"
A child of about seven or eight years old tugged at the man's clothing, his wax-yellow, emaciated face looking up at the man with hope.
The man's nose turned sour, as he stroked the child's dry and sparse hair, speechless for a long while.
Gu Chengyu lifted the curtain of the carriage and found that the rain had significantly lessened; now it was just a fine drizzle.
