I sent technology to another world, and the country praised me for my good fortune

Now they have nothing to exchange except clothes. Actually, it doesn't matter if they go shirtless as long as they can exchange it for food. But doing so would be an offense to the goddess.

Fu Yin laughed dumbly, "My name is Fu Yin, you can call me Boss Fu or Yin Yin. The grocery store will be here in the near future. If I leave, I will let you know in advance."

"Okay, okay..." They were overjoyed and thanked her repeatedly. As for her leaving, they didn't care for the moment. While the Fairy Queen was still around, they would just stock up on some food. Maybe it would rain after a while.

As long as it rains, crops can still be planted in the fields.

They will have food.

Little did they know that this famine had just begun.

"Let's go home first. The Fairy Lady will wait for us and will be back soon."

As they talked, they stumbled back, almost falling several times, and ran through the village, shouting loudly: "The gods are here to save us."

This slightly powerful voice was particularly abrupt in the dead silent village.

Nowadays, most people are lying at home waiting to die because they have no food. If they go out, they will have to consume their energy, so they might as well save some energy and endure it.

When they suddenly heard the shout, they all thought they were hallucinating because of hunger.

The voice had not stopped yet, "Everyone, listen to me, Old Man Lin. There is a fairy goddess at the foot of the mountain. She has a shop. The shop sells steamed buns and dumplings. You can exchange anything for them. You can exchange a pair of broken straw sandals for a meat bun!"

Uncle Lin swallowed and took a breath, "Everything I said is true. It will be useless for me to lie to you at this time..."

At this point, his eyes were sore, "Don't sleep, you'll still be starving if you sleep to death, why not come with me to take a look, maybe you can be full and die."

The word "full" is too tempting for everyone.

Several other people also ran around, and when they ran out of strength they held on to the wall. They shouted twice before returning home.

Mrs. Wang was sitting in the dim room holding her skinny daughter. When she heard the door open, she just looked up with a numb expression, like a piece of wood waiting to rot.

Wang Jianguo wiped his face, slowly squatted down at her feet, and took out a meat bun that was slightly bigger than his palm from his arms. Tears began to fall, but the corners of his mouth were raised, and he choked up and said:

"Flowers, buns..."

Mrs. Wang's dark eyes rolled and fell on the plump white meat bun with five dirty fingerprints on it. The meaty aroma in the air drifted into her nose, her pupils shrank, and she suddenly snatched the bun away and stuffed it into her sleeping daughter's mouth.

"Eat, eat, eat quickly."

Mrs. Wang, who hadn't cried for a long time, was now in tears. She pinched her daughter's cheek with one hand and stuffed buns into her mouth.

Fortunately, Wang Xiaolan's instinctive reaction made her open her mouth subconsciously, and she took small bites of the fragrant bun. It was only after a while that she opened her eyes, and her voice was hoarse and weak.

"Mom, I dreamed of a really big bun."

Mrs. Wang burst into laughter and shook the buns in her hand, but she couldn't stop her tears, which fell like strings of pearls. "Lanlan's dream has come true."

"Mom, it's really buns!" Wang Xiaolan widened her eyes with joy.

Mrs. Wang touched her hair lovingly, her voice choked with sobs, "Yes, it's a real bun, eat it quickly."

Wang Jianguo stretched out his hand and broke off half of the bun, then he held his daughter over and stuffed the other half into his wife's hands, "You eat too."

"I...Brother Jianguo" Mrs. Wang was stunned, looking at the fluffy white flour mixed with most of the meat.

Wang Jianguo fed his daughter the buns, but Wang Xiaolan insisted on holding them with her own hands, so Wang Jianguo let her do it.

He raised his hand to brush away his wife's dull and messy hair, revealing her hungry and yellow face. He felt a dull pain in his heart and whispered:

"I've eaten. This is for you and your daughter. Eat it quickly."

Mrs. Wang shook her head and looked at her daughter who rarely smiled. "Leave it for Lanlan to eat."

Wang Xiaolan is over four years old, but looks like a two-year-old.

She always felt that she owed her daughter.

Now that she finally has some food, how can she bear to eat it herself?

Wang Jianguo was about to persuade her, but Wang Xiaolan frowned and said, "If mom doesn't want to eat, then I won't eat either."

As he said this, he was about to hand the bun to Wang Jianguo.

Mrs. Wang knew her daughter's feelings, but she also knew that she had a stubborn temper, so she pretended to pick up the bun and took a bite, "Mom, eat it. Mom and Lanlan will eat it together."

The room was already dim, so Wang Xiaolan had no idea what was happening. She only saw her mother's mouth moving, so she thought she had really eaten it, and she happily started eating in small bites, chewing for a long time before she was willing to swallow it.

She was afraid that after eating these, there would be nothing left.

Wang Jianguo knew his wife best, so he said softly, "The grocery store Uncle Lin mentioned just now is real. I exchanged my straw sandals for a steamed bun and a meat bun. You and Lanlan can eat them first. I'll see if there's anything else I can exchange at home."

Hearing this, Wang's wife stood up suddenly, looking flustered, "Then you should go quickly, I'm afraid many people have gone by now, and I don't know if there will be any buns left if it's too late!"

Wang Jianguo was stunned and his face turned pale. He had forgotten about this and quickly put his daughter on the bed. "I'll go now."

He went to the kitchen to find a bunch of useful and useless things. Sister Wang brought a backpack. She was originally weak all over and didn't know where she got the strength from. She urged, "Go quickly."

At the same time, the grocery store didn't actually welcome many customers, only six or seven people in total, half of whom were people they had just met, and the leader was Uncle Lin.

Maybe Uncle Lin had told them that these people were holding things in their arms that they thought were valuable, but they were all clothes and the like, and they looked worn, but their owners had taken good care of them, so some of them were still new.

After all, they work hard all their lives, so how can they produce good things?

A group of people came to the outside of the grocery store. Their originally dull eyes fell on the steamed buns and dumplings on the plates, and suddenly they lit up and exclaimed:

“There’s really food!”

"Am I dreaming."

"The gods really came to save us."

There has never been such a grocery store at the foot of the mountain. The villagers know this better than anyone else. This is why they believe more and more that Fu Yin is a god who has come to earth to save the people.

Fu Yin was afraid that they would faint from excitement, "Put the things you brought into the exchanger, and after the exchange is successful, you can buy steamed buns and dumplings."

Except for Uncle Lin, the other unfamiliar faces were all young people, but their faces were also very haggard and decadent. When they heard Fu Yin's words, they took their eyes off the steamed buns with difficulty and took out a dark blue Zhongshan suit jacket they brought with them. It was a little worn and had a few small holes in it.

He looked at Fu Yin hesitantly, "Is this okay?"

Fu Yin smiled slightly and said, "Put it on and try it."