Sweet Dreams in Famine Years: The System Leads to a Brilliant Life

"Oh, God! Look at us poor people!" Mrs. Zhang's cries echoed in the mountains and forests, like needles piercing everyone's ears.

Zeng Zhengen was resting with his eyes closed in the cave. When he heard the hoarse howling, he immediately opened his eyes and frowned. Making such a loud noise at this time is simply seeking death. If it attracts soldiers or even bandits in the mountains, the consequences will be disastrous.

Pan Yang was also given a headache by the noise, and was so angry that he jumped up and down. He walked out of the cave, his face livid, and shouted loudly to the outside: "Why are you howling! Are you afraid that others don't know we are hiding here? If you really attract those soldiers, you will have to clean up the mess yourself!"

When Mrs. Zhang saw Pan Yang coming out, she cried even harder, her voice so loud that it seemed like she was going to poke a hole in the sky. "My grandson is gone, if I don't cry, who will? If I can't find him, why should I live?"

Seeing this, Yang Xuyu hurriedly walked up to Pan Yang and explained with an apologetic smile, "Brother Pan, Mrs. Zhang's grandson just ran away, and the couple was worried, so they cried like this. Do you think you can be flexible and help them find the child?"

Pan Yang had a cold face and his brows were furrowed as if they were tied into a knot.

"What do you mean? If the child is lost, go find him. Why are you crying and shouting here? Do you think the child can come back by himself?" Pan Yang said coldly.

Yang Xuyu knew that this was a difficult matter, but he didn't know how to respond, so he could only stand aside awkwardly.

Mrs. Zhang was not to be outdone and suddenly interrupted: "Do you think we don't want to look for it? But the road is so long, and we may not be able to find it even if we run ourselves to pieces!"

Pan Yang's eyes turned cold, and his tone was cold: "So what are you going to do?"

"I want Zhang Yong's wife to join us in the search! If I hadn't followed her, how could my grandson have been lost? If she doesn't go to look for him, who will?" Mrs. Zhang said confidently.

Pan Yang took a deep breath, a trace of anger flashing in his eyes: "Zeng girl fled the famine with the people of our Dapo Village. You people from Zhangguanbao followed us on your own. Zeng girl has saved you several times along the way, but now you are repaying her with hatred?"

Mrs. Zhang didn't care at all. Instead, she said confidently, "Bah! Help? If she had such a good heart, she should have taken the initiative to find my grandson!"

Pan Yang was furious at Mrs. Zhang's arrogance and unreasonableness, while the other villagers in Zhangguanbao remained silent and no one stood up to say a fair word for Zeng Zhengen.

At this moment, Zhang Laoer and Zhang Laosan, who were standing aside, heard Zhang Po's accusation, and a gleam of anger suddenly flashed in their eyes.

Zhang Laoer almost wanted to stand up and agree with Mrs. Zhang, but his action was quickly stopped by his wife Tang Jiali.

"Are you crazy? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! As long as we follow Mrs. Zhang to attack that bitch Zeng Zhengen, we will definitely arouse public indignation. Then we won't have to take any action, the other villagers will naturally help deal with her!" Zhang Laoer said angrily in a low voice, looking extremely annoyed.

Tang Jiali was so frightened that her face turned pale. She shook her head repeatedly: "Boss, don't be confused! That woman is not a normal person at all. She is a cold-blooded animal. We must not provoke her again, otherwise we will really die without a burial place!"

Zhang Yan on the side also advised: "Second brother, please stop making trouble. If that female devil gets angry, my whole family will probably be kicked out of the team."

Zhang Laosan also nodded: "Second brother, I don't want to be implicated because of you."

Zhang Laoer gnashed his teeth and clenched his fists, but in the end he did not stand up to speak for Mrs. Zhang. Although he was annoyed, he also felt vaguely uneasy and did not dare to act rashly.

At this time, Mrs. Zhang was getting more and more excited, spitting everywhere, and she even started to curse Zeng Zhengen by name: "Mr. Yang, you are a jinx, a bitch! If you hadn't led us this way, how could my grandson be lost? If you don't help find him, you can expect retribution!"

"I think she is an ungrateful and thief. After marrying into our Zhangguanbao, she doesn't help her own family, but instead helps the people from her mother's village! If she were my daughter-in-law, I would have beaten her to death long ago!" Mrs. Zhang cursed more and more vigorously, not realizing that Zeng Zhengen had walked out of the cave.

"You should be thankful that you are not my mother-in-law." Zeng Zhengen said coldly, his voice as chilling as ice, "Otherwise you would have died in the hands of bandits long ago, and the grass on your grave would probably be three feet high by now."

Mrs. Zhang shuddered suddenly, turned around and saw Zeng Zhengen standing behind her, his eyes as cold as a knife. She was so frightened that she was speechless for a moment, and barely squeezed out a sentence: "You...what do you want to do?"

Mrs. Zhang was frightened by Zeng Zhengen's cold aura and was at a loss. She had made up stories about Zeng Zhengen in the village before, scolded her behind her back, and even spat at her and cursed her every time she saw her on the street. But Zeng Zhengen never refuted and let her bully her at will like a punching bag.

This is only because the original owner has a soft personality. If it were her, she would have told Mrs. Zhang why the flowers were so red long ago.

Now, before she could even go and cause trouble for Mrs. Zhang, Mrs. Zhang came and caused trouble for her, seeking death herself.

Do you really think she is a soft persimmon like the original owner, easy to control?

Mrs. Zhang recovered from her initial shock and immediately resumed her arrogant and unreasonable attitude. She sneered in her heart, thinking: Zeng Zhengen is just a soft persimmon, and he can be easily squeezed and taken down.

She straightened her back, her face regaining its previous arrogant expression, and shouted at Zeng Zhengen in a commanding tone: "Zhang Yong's family, my grandson was separated by the crowd, you must help us find him today! Otherwise, I will never let you Zeng family go!"

Zeng Zhengen's eyes turned cold, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This old woman Zhang really doesn't know how to write the word death!

"Heh," Zeng Zhengen responded coldly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "You are really shameless. You lost your grandson yourself, and you dare to put the blame on me."

When Mrs. Zhang heard this, she immediately retorted loudly, "You are talking nonsense! If you hadn't asked us to run together, how could my grandson be lost?!"

She didn't think it was her fault at all and just wanted to put all the blame on Zeng Zhengen so that she would feel better.

Zeng Zhengen sneered and hit back rudely: "I never asked you to run away. I only asked the people of Dapo Village to leave. You people from Zhangguanbao insisted on sticking to me like a dog-skin plaster. Now that something has happened, you blame it on me?"

Mrs. Zhang was speechless for a moment, her face turned pale, but she still refused to admit her fault. Zeng Zhengen looked at her coldly, not intending to continue to tolerate such unreasonable behavior.

Zeng Zhengen would not take the blame. She had never intended to let the people of Zhangguanbao flee the famine with her.

Zeng Zhengen's words resonated with some people in Zhangguanbao, and they all blamed Zhang Pozi.

"Mrs. Zhang, stop shirking responsibility here. It was obviously you who failed to look after your grandson, and now you want to blame others."

"Yes, the fault is all yours, but you insist on putting the blame on others. It's tragic enough to see a loved one die, but you still don't know how to reflect on yourself."

"It's really hard to sympathize with such behavior. You do something wrong and you still blame others for it."

"Such people do not deserve sympathy at all."