Three days had passed in a flash,
On this day, two dark clouds blown by the wind covered part of the scorching sun overhead in Chu State City, providing the town with a rare touch of coolness.
In the streets and alleys, groups of famine victims with extremely pale faces huddled together, timidly lying or curling up in corners.
In order to eat, they had not only spent their last copper coin, but had also sold a lot of blood to the Blood Shop; their bodies were already weak to the extreme, now surviving merely on a breath of life.
On the street, vehicles and pedestrians moved busily, but countless emaciated hands stretched out from the corners, looking like a patch of grass had grown on the ground from a distance.
The famine victims hoped desperately for a kind-hearted person to give them a few copper coins, enough to exchange for a couple of coarse grain cakes to fill their stomachs.
