Taking space to escape famine, Sister Wan killed everyone along the way

It was not until dawn that the people in Daqin Village finished their work.

Looking at the ox carts or horse carriages filled with supplies, everyone had a satisfied smile on their face.

Although not much of these things were distributed to each person, at least they didn't have to worry about starving to death for the time being.

As for silver and money, there were a total of 286 people in the village, and each person received nearly ten taels of silver. However, the large coins could not be opened for the time being, so they were all kept with Qin Qingyun. They could use them to purchase supplies when they passed through other towns, or to purchase property when they arrived at their destination.

Although we worked all night, everyone was so excited that they couldn't calm down. They didn't feel tired at all and were full of energy.

"Since we're not tired, let's walk a few miles before the sun comes out, and then find a shady place to rest."

Qin Qingyun looked at everyone with rosy faces, so happy that they couldn't even sit still. He was very happy and waved his hand, saying that they should use their energy to hurry on their journey.

There were nothing but mountains along the way. There was basically no village to be seen, and not even a single pedestrian was seen. After walking for about two hours, the sun was shining brightly, and the scorching sun made it hard to breathe, so Qin Qingyun ordered to stop.

They found a shady place and said, "Stop to rest, eat something and drink some water, and wait for the sun to set a little before setting off again."

When fleeing famine, due to material reasons, we cannot slack off in terms of time. We must race against time, walk as much distance as possible, and reach our destination as early as possible.

But this weather seemed to be drying people up. If you move forward without caring about your health, not only would you worry about not having enough supplies, you would be afraid that you would die before you used up all the supplies.

The mountain behind them was relatively high and provided a relatively large shade, so it could accommodate two or three hundred people plus horse-drawn and ox-drawn carts.

Since they could carry so many supplies, everyone planned to make a fire and cook a hot meal. The mountain was full of dead grass and roots, so there was no shortage of things to make a fire.

Due to the severe drought, food supplies were limited and there were not many edible vegetables. Most villagers had already pickled the vegetables they had grown before. They set up a pot and cooked a thick paste. After dividing the paste, they did not wash the pot, but boiled some pancakes along the edge of the pot, intending to keep them as dry food to eat on the road.

Some people who are better off can even cook a dish. No matter what the dish is, at least there is some oil.

Qin Wanwan's family set up a wok and fried some pork belly and stewed some chicken with mushrooms. The delicious taste made the villagers drool.

"Hiss~ The smell of meat is really overbearing, so fragrant, who is cooking the meat?" The villagers who lived far away from their home sniffed several times in a row, their souls almost flying away from the fragrance.

A villager nearby sniffed hard, then grabbed his bowl and took a sip of the porridge. "Hmm~ Drinking this porridge with the meaty flavor, it feels like there's meat in it."

"Hey? It seems to be Qingyun's family. They are cooking meat. What is this? The smell of pork? No, no, why does it seem to smell like chicken? Could it be that they haven't eaten meat for a long time and their noses are no longer working?"

"No, no, your nose must be right. I can smell chicken, pork, and mushrooms. They must have cooked two meat dishes! Oh, I'm so envious. I really don't know what luck the Qingyun family has. How did they suddenly become so prosperous?"

Being good makes one envious, and there is also a hint of jealousy, but that jealousy almost disappears in the face of absolute strength.

Qin Qingyun's house was next to the old village chief's. The village chief felt heartbroken watching Qin Wanwan cooking and adding oil and water.

"Wan girl, you don't need to add so much water to this mushroom stewed chicken. If you are worried that it is not cooked enough, you can stir-fry it for a while first, then add a little water and stew it for a while.

Water is so scarce now. If you keep using it like this, what will you do if it runs out? " The old village chief was grinning, even forgetting to drool, and couldn't help but warn.

Even Mr. Song and Mrs. Song beside them couldn't help but nod. They wanted to say it just now, but their daughter held them back and shook her head at them, so they endured it and didn't say it.

Qin Wanwan smiled and said, "I understand, Grandpa Village Chief. Next time I will do it according to your instructions."

Seeing her listening so well, the old village chief's smile widened, but he was a little helpless. "What you said, little girl, is that we are fleeing famine now? Do you think it's a good time? Even if it was a good time, this meat can't be eaten just like that."

After saying this, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and smiled at her and shook his head, "I forgot, your family is different from other families. Your father is a hunter, and in the past, there was no shortage of meat to eat."

When Qin Wanwan heard this, she just smiled and said nothing.

She has supplies in her space, and she comes from a good family. No matter what others say, she cannot live a hard life. It is not her style to guard a treasure mountain without using it.

But I will try my best not to cause panic or jealousy from others.

Qin Wanwan was cooking while Song Shuyi was making pancakes beside her. When the food was almost cooked, he placed the pancakes around the pot. The pancakes were soaked in the broth and would taste better when cooked.

Before they knew it, a lot of people gathered around their house, but they were tactful enough not to stand too close. They just sniffed their noses, as if that could soothe their stomachs. The scene was a bit funny.

But Qin Wanwan didn't find this scene funny. She just felt sad and pitiful. In her previous life, almost no one could not afford to eat meat, but here, only a minority could eat meat.

Seeing them like this, the old village chief was furious. "Go away, go back to your own places. Eat when you need to eat, drink when you need to drink, and sleep when you need to sleep. Don't gather around here. How are we going to eat later?"

The villagers were all embarrassed and returned to their homes. They felt a little regretful and sorry, but no one said anything.

The meal was ready. Those who ate porridge rinsed the pot with water after the meal. The water was shared and drunk directly, which not only cleaned the pot but also quenched their thirst.

When cooking, people just make the dough and paste it directly on the pan. When the dough is cooked and covered with oil, it tastes good and saves the trouble of cleaning the pan.

Qin Wanwan's family sat together, eating with their mouths full of oil, and praised again and again, "How come this thing is so delicious? It's not like I haven't eaten meat before, but it just doesn't taste like this, just like the chili sauce you brought. It seems that when Wanwan comes up with something, there is nothing that doesn't taste good!" Old Master Song is a foodie.

Old Madam Song tapped his chopsticks lightly. "Even eating can't stop your mouth! But you did tell the truth. The food cooked by this Wan girl is really delicious!"

They spoke quietly, and only their family could hear them. The place where they set up camp was a little close to the village chief's family, but some distance away from other villagers.

Old Master Song didn't say anything when his chopsticks were knocked, but he just slowed down his eating speed.