Chapter 403 Being Soft

Going north from Xinlin City, people will see endless saline-alkali soil land. Harvests here were bad and now the plague is sweeping here. Lin Luoran and Sang Ye have traveled along the street and seen that many villagers are gone and only empty buildings remain. It's summer. Black smoke comes from a big pit and disgusting scorching smell goes straight into people's nose. Nine out of ten rooms are empty. No one will be so patient to harvest the listless wheat ears here. Most saline soil land is deserted and corpses are cremated in the big pit. The ragged poor people have no straw mats to cover their dead bodies. There is a grievance and everlasting regret in their black and puffy faces, as if they want to take another look at the blue sky... Of course, they don't have such an opportunity anymore. With a torch throwing down, the smell of burnt human flesh is pungent. Lin Luoran gradually forgets about travelling on the sword. This white saline-alkali land seems to have some