In a year of natural disasters, the young woman had billions of resources to build a paradise.

"Here."

Despite her reluctance, Jiang Mianmian still handed him a piece of bread, saying, "Eat up, eat up."

It was just a loaf of bread; she couldn't be bothered to argue about it and considered it a good deed.

"Thank you, young lady. I apologize for disturbing you. I'll do it another time..."

He held the bread and kept talking incoherently.

Jiang Mianmian didn't want to linger any longer and turned to leave.

After walking a short distance, I heard footsteps behind me again. I turned around and couldn't help but frown. "Why are you still following me?"

"No, no, it was just on the way."

The man finished his bread and was slowly folding paper.

"..."

Jiang Mianmian didn't know what to say, so she quickened her pace and soon saw the little beggars waiting at the yamen gate.

Several children ran over, "Sister! You really came!"

Why would I lie to you?

She took out the agreed-upon reward from her basket, along with a few packs of compressed biscuits, and whispered, "These are lightweight and easy to carry. One biscuit can last a day. Make sure to hide them well."

"Okay! Thank you, sister!"

The children didn't dare to shout, but thanked them in whispers, hid their things, and ran away.

They had just left when the head nurse of the sales office arrived.

Jiang Mianmian paid her as promised.

Looking up, I saw that the storyteller from the restaurant had also arrived, and he took something out of the huge basket on his back.

Three times in a row, all of these incidents were observed by the refugees around her who were glancing at her from time to time.

Jiang Mianmian pretended not to know anything and was about to enter the yamen when she was stopped.

"Young lady, you're not very tall, but you're quite strong."

"Aren't you tired carrying such a heavy basket? Let me help you."

She turned around and saw two men, one tall and one short, walking towards her, pretending to be very scared. "What do you want?"

In the corner, a man who was diligently folding paper could't help but smirk as he did so.

The two were completely unaware. The taller man grinned and said, "What are we doing? Of course, we're helping you carry your basket!"

"Quick, let go! Give it to your brother!"

Jiang Mianmian got goosebumps all over and turned to run into the yamen. "If I give it to you, what am I going to eat and drink? Help! Someone help me!"

Her shout startled the two of them.

The short man rushed over, yelling, "What are you shouting about? Do you think the authorities have time to deal with you?"

The taller one was faster, grabbing it right away, shouting, "Give it to me!"

"Hey, don't steal my steamed buns! Don't steal my water pouch!"

Jiang Mianmian collapsed to the ground, covering her face and sobbing, "My salted egg jerky, my white rice and flour, you're all so mean! Lord Qiao, help me! Arrest them and give them a good beating!"

Although she was crying, her voice was clear and resonant, and every word was distinct.

Steamed buns, water pouches, salted eggs, dried meat, and even white rice and white flour!

Not only the refugees in the surrounding area, but even passersby stopped and stared at the baskets carried by the two tall men.

Seeing this, the two quickly ran outside, but their words remained arrogant: "Do you think Magistrate Qiao is your father? You think you can just order him to arrest you?"

Someone couldn't help but step forward, trying to stop the tall man.

The shorter man pulled a sickle from his waist. "Want to rob me? Look at all this blood. Want to try?"

There was indeed blood on the sickle! It had dried and smelled foul.

The crowd immediately parted to make way. The contents of the basket were tempting, but there was no need to risk their lives. Besides, this was in front of the government office, and with the yamen runners there, it wouldn't be their turn to snatch it.

"Jie Jie Jie!"

The tall man smiled smugly, when out of the corner of his eye he suddenly noticed that the gates of the yamen were open.

Magistrate Qiao, whom he hadn't seen for many days, rushed out and ran toward the girl who was crying loudly.

"Oh dear! Why are you crying? If Magistrate Ye finds out, he'll tear me apart!"

"Quick, catch them!"

As soon as the girl stretched out her hand, both of them felt a jolt in their hearts.

Magistrate Qiao's attitude is strange. Why does he seem so afraid of this girl? Could it be that the power behind her is something even he can't afford to offend?

The two exchanged a glance and then ran for their lives. They'd already stolen it; there was no way they were going to give it back!

Fortunately, after running for a while, no officials came after them, and they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Little did they know that no yamen runners came after them because Jiang Mianmian was shouting enthusiastically, but she kept exchanging glances with Magistrate Qiao.

The shrewd-looking Qiao sighed, "Aren't you making things difficult for me? Ever since Qu Ban Tou was arrested, my office has been short-staffed! It's just some stuff, I'm glad you're alright. Come on, come inside with me, is Magistrate Ye looking for me?"

"OK then."

Jiang Mianmian stood up nimbly and followed him into the yamen.

As soon as the two men went inside and the yamen gates closed, the onlookers who had been watching the commotion suddenly turned and chased after the two tall men who had fled.

The officials didn't care anymore; they couldn't let those two get away with such a good basket of goods for nothing!

Soon, only the sickly man sitting in the corner was left.

The paper in his hand had been folded neatly, and it had transformed into a majestic tiger.

The tiger waved in his hand twice and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Ow~"

Jiang Mianmian heard a faint howl.

They paused in their steps and discovered that there was a small tiger on the mountain in Peach Blossom Spring!

It was barely the size of an arm, and its eyes weren't even open yet, but it was tilting its head back and howling incessantly.

She tugged at Magistrate Qiao's sleeve. "Well, I won't go in. I'm not here for anything else today. Firstly, our camp has already moved, so we won't bother you anymore. Secondly, I'm here to remind you that the next few months will be very hot, and it will quickly turn cold again after autumn. You'd better make plans early. You can lead the people to dig more cellars or something, so you can hide in them, and also have food, water, cotton, cotton cloth and the like."

"what?"

Before Magistrate Qiao could react, another stack of papers was stuffed into his arms.

"This is a warning from the fairy. You should issue it as soon as possible to protect as many people as possible. It will be a good deed for you, and you might even be rewarded by the fairy."

Magistrate Qiao was holding the paper and about to look down when he noticed the people around him had vanished in a flash.

He hurriedly reached out to grab her, "Mianmian! How could you just leave like this!"

Jiang Mianmian: "..."

Something about this sounds off.

She turned around and shouted, "Remember what I said, don't take it lightly!"

"Huh? What should I do if I want to find you? Where should I go?"

Magistrate Qiao's voice grew softer and softer.

Jiang Mianmian waved her hand. It wasn't that she didn't want to tell her; she herself didn't know where the camp was yet, and she still had to rush back to help them move.

But before moving, she needs to find a deserted alley, go into Peach Blossom Spring, and take a good look at that round-headed little thing!