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Second,

go to the Generalissimo

and get him to move

my troops back west to Shaanxi.

Do that, and we won't eat

a single kernel of your grain.

Commander, it's not like that.

Famine years are different.

There are millions of

people starving to death.

Governor Li,

there are tens of millions of men

marching to the front.

Who knows how many of them

will live to next month?

If it's a matter of

choosing who will starve...

a dead refugee won't

lose the war for us.

A soldier starving to death

is another matter entirely.

Good day.

Commander!

That's not right!

All gone.

We'll starve if we keep going.

There's people going hungry and

you're feeding a cat?

I'm giving her my share.

I just won't eat later,

all right?

You're eating for two.

You can have more later.

Master Fan...

The donkey has the runs.

Should I feed it?

If we can get through this in a month,

then yes.

Then go ahead.

If it takes longer,

I'm afraid we'll be down

to eating the donkey.

Xialu!

Xialu!

Who is it?

Wake up.

Brother Sim,

are you fleeing too?

God had Moses lead the

Israelites out of Egypt.

Now God wants me to lead you out of Henan.

So the war is about to start and

you're afraid of dying?

A favor to ask you.

Liang, the rich landlord from

Changyuan, was running.

He just died of typhoid

but his eyes are still open.

Why do you think that is?

Why?

Because he didn't believe in God.

Now he's waiting for God.

I want to say a mass for him.

Can you play the erhu?

I'm too weak. My ribs are practically

touching my backbone.

What...

trying to win converts with

the famine, Brother Sim?

After the famine is over,

you'll see how great God is.

It'll work better if you play the erhu.

People will see it's a serious thing.

Give me my erhu.

Hungry little devil!

It's too late at night to be eating.

Go to sleep!

"A long, hard month out on the road."

"Braving illness, hunger, and cold."

"Landlord Liang had piles of gold."

"And a lonely death none

could have foretold."

"His horrid end and tragic fate."

"Resulted from his lack of faith."

"Lay down your burden, the time has come."

"God is before you."

"Lay down your burden, the time has come."

"God is before you."

Bury him.

This famine isn't all bad, Old Ma?

If the government hadn't set up

a circuit court for the refugees,

you'd still be a cook at the yamen,

instead of a judge!

They couldn't find anyone else to

take the job, is all.

Not enough people, and

it's a sh*t job anyway.

Who wants to deal with refugees?

No profit in it.

No one wants to do it.

Sir.

There's something I don't understand.

So...

if we're working with refugees,

how come we're the "War Area Circuit Court"

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