The fat wife is rebellious: she was spoiled by the group on the way to escape famine

Although people knew that the soil at the foot of Lingshan Mountain was arable and tried to cultivate it, it was only able to sprout and no one could really succeed.

At this moment, they regarded Jiang Jinhe as a god sent from heaven.

"You must be the reincarnation of the God of Food, otherwise how could you repeatedly discover resources and grow vegetables in such a place!"

"Lord God of Cookery, Lord God of Cookery."

Jiang Jinhe was extremely embarrassed and tried to explain again and again, but the villagers didn't take him seriously and just respected him as the God of Food.

Lin Shen watched with a smile on his face.

Seeing this, others cautiously flattered him...

"Sir, you clearly ordered me to plant these vegetables, how come they turned out like this..."

"Shut up! The Lingshan Mountain can grow vegetables, isn't it the secret recipe revealed by Madam Jiang? She has nothing wrong with taking all the credit!"

The man closed his mouth in disappointment, but his eyes showed resentment.

After the crowd dispersed, Lin Shen stepped into the shop and jokingly called Jiang Jinhe "Lord God of Cookery".

Upon hearing this title, Jiang Jinhe wished she could dig a palace out of her toes to cover up her shame. Seeing this, Lin Shen was even more delighted.

The laughter subsided, Lin Shen's expression became serious, and he explained his purpose.

The two moved to the backyard and sat down, Lin Shen's face looking solemn.

"Mrs. Jiang, I received the message from above."

"Apologies are useless. I'm afraid we can't count on disaster relief food anymore. We have to find another way to make a living."

After hearing this, Jiang Jinhe's heart sank, filled with loss. They had done their best, and without government assistance, barring a miracle, the people would be doomed to starvation.

Lin Shen was at a loss for words, and they looked at each other in silence for a moment before each went their separate ways.

When Jiang Jinhe returned home, she was exhausted. But when she saw the delicate little girl, she felt relieved.

She hugged the child affectionately, and the child giggled in response. The milky scent of the child made Jiang Jinhe feel much calmer.

"Come to think of it, we haven't prepared any gifts for the child since she was born." Jiang Jinhe suddenly said this, leaving Song Yuyu and Song Wenqin stunned.

In these troubled times, let alone in normal times, it is rare to have such arrangements for a girl; this is usually the treatment for boys.

Song Yuyu smiled and comforted: "Sister-in-law, taking care of us like this is the best gift, why do we need anything else."

Jiang Jinhe attaches great importance to the sense of ceremony and is determined to do something for her daughter.

She thought of the daughter's red wine in Shaoxing. People there would brew a jar of wine when their daughter was born, bury it under a tree, and then open it and drink it on her wedding day.

When Jiang Jinhe mentioned this, Song Wenqin was quite interested. Song Yuyu smiled and said:

"I'm deeply grateful that you've thought of the child so much, sister-in-law. Nowadays, not to mention grain for brewing wine, even clean water is hard to find. We'll talk about it someday when there's a chance. The little one is still young."

Jiang Jinhe held the child in her arms, full of confidence: "Don't worry about this matter. When the little girl is one month old, I will have a way."

As she spoke, she teased the child: "Isn't that right, little dumpling?"

The little guy hummed as if he understood something, which caused laughter in the room and dispelled the gloom in Jiang Jinhe's heart.

When the little dumpling was one month old, Jiang Jinhe led everyone to exchange dried meat for some food, and managed to filter the water. Under the guidance of the winemaker, he personally brewed a unique wine.

She held the wine jar and waved it in front of the little girl:

"Look here, little girl. This is your wine. You can only open the jar and taste it when you grow up."

For safety reasons, Jiang Jinhe buried the wine jar deep under an old tree in the courtyard of the county government office. This was the most secure place and would not be disturbed by anyone.

The wine is safe and I wish the little dumpling will grow up healthily and have a peaceful life.

When the baby was one month old, the little girl was finally given a good name. Although Song Yuyu's wish to give the baby the surname Jiang was not fulfilled, she resolutely decided to give the naming responsibility to Jiang Jinhe.

In this era, only the elders or powerful people in the family are qualified to give names, and in Song Yuyu's heart, Jiang Jinhe is the best person to give a newborn a name.

Jiang Jinhe worked hard and finally got a name - Song Anyi, which means that he will have a peaceful and smooth life without worries.

"An Yi, my little Anyi, you now have a name of your own!" The birthday celebration at home was simple and warm, but unexpectedly there was a sudden commotion outside.

Jiang Jinhe exchanged glances with Song Wenqin, then asked Song Yuyu and Xiaolan to stay and look after the children while they went to investigate.

Before leaving, Jiang Jinhe repeatedly warned: "Don't go out. No matter who knocks on the door, don't open it lightly."

After getting confirmation, the two set off and followed the sound.

The street was crowded and chaotic. The two men squeezed into the crowd out of curiosity, but saw a naked woman lying in a pool of blood. She had obviously met with misfortune and was no longer alive.

Jiang Jinhe frowned, feeling uncomfortable with the tragic scene before her, while Song Wenqin stood silently by her side, holding her hand tightly and giving her firm support.

After a while, Jiang Jinhe felt a little recovered. He searched around and found a rag from an abandoned stall. He gently covered the woman's body with it as a sign of respect.

Soon, Lin Shen led his men to the scene, apparently having received a call from the police.

What is shocking is that the murderers turned out to be several sick-looking men. Not only did they show no remorse, but they seemed complacent and ignored the constraints of law and morality.

"You are openly provoking the court and challenging the law. Your crime is unforgivable!" Lin Shen said sternly.

One of them was completely unafraid and retorted, "Sir, this is a different time now. Who cares about the law? I'm lucky to be alive. I just slept with a woman. What's the crime?"

After he finished speaking, his companions echoed him.

Jiang Jinhe looked around and found that most people agreed with this, which made him feel heavy-hearted. Lin Shen was furious and ordered his men to tie up the men.

"They have defied the law, committed heinous crimes, and shown no remorse. Their crimes are unforgivable! Take them to jail immediately and await your punishment!"

He then addressed the crowd with a stern admonishment: "Fellow villagers, the imperial court has not given up on us. There is still hope for survival. I urge you to maintain your humanity and draw a clear line between yourself and those who have lost all conscience."

After he finished speaking, Lin Shen saw that everyone's reaction was indifferent, and he wondered if his words could touch people's hearts.

When the crowd dispersed, Jiang Jinhe and Song Wenqin were discovered standing beside them, nodding at each other.

The two assisted the officials in handling the funeral. During this period, Jiang Jinhe's desire to return home became stronger and stronger. Even though he knew that there was little hope, he could not suppress this thought.

Walking on the path home, Song Wenqin keenly captured the subtle changes in her emotions and began to think about how to comfort her.

He wanted to reach out his hand and hold her gently, but then he thought that this action seemed too abrupt, so he drew an arc in the air and quietly withdrew his hand.

He carefully considered his words and spoke softly:

"Are you unhappy?"

Jiang Jinhe shook her head slightly, and suddenly she felt an urge to tell him about the world before she traveled through time.

She was afraid that if she stayed in this strange time and space for too long, she would forget the past; she was even more afraid that one day in the future, those memories would become as illusory as dreams.

"My dear, I once read a book in my hometown. It described the scene many years from now: buildings soaring into the sky, dozens of stories high are not uncommon, women can study and work like men, and enjoy the same rights. There is no distinction between high and low, and everyone is equal."