A peasant girl with a special ability uses herself and two wolves to escape famine!

Xia Ning struggled to her feet; a person fighting for survival has no right to slack off. Time was of the essence for her now.

After removing the large rocks, a patch of greenery came into view, and a bitter smile appeared on her lips. She hadn't expected to go directly from a technological society to a primitive one. Sigh.

After tapping the grass with a stick, she continued cutting it. During this time, she was pleasantly surprised to find several medicinal herbs and a patch of wild vegetables, which she stuffed into her spatial storage. She planned to use half of the cave for living and the other half for sleeping. For her sleeping area, the thicker the grass, the better, and she would gather a few stones to place on her wooden bed. In such a gloomy place, sleeping off the ground would reduce the risk of rheumatism.

After cutting grass for half a day, the entrance to the cave was clean and tidy. For now, her little yard would remain this size. At noon, it was still brown rice porridge and cornbread, which made her throat sore. She carefully cut off a few slices of cured meat and grilled them on the stone slab.

It wasn't that she didn't want to eat well; it was just that Old Lady Xia was an oddball. After the harvest, she would sell all the fine grains and exchange them for the lowest quality coarse grains.

In the afternoon, she planned to explore the surrounding area to see if there were any wild vegetables or herbs. She intended to stay in the mountains for a maximum of 20 days, diligently searching for herbs. After 20 days, she would detour to other towns to sell beer bottles, herbs, and stock up on food.

The mountain path was difficult to traverse, and she had to be careful of snakes, insects, and rodents, so she couldn't walk too fast. She searched and searched, but winter was fast approaching, and wild vegetables were scarce at this time of year.

Near the stream, she discovered a large patch of wild chives and scallions. Without hesitation, she immediately squatted down, took out a sickle, and started cutting them. Thanks to the Xia family for sponsoring the farming tools.

If only we had wild eggs, we could have stir-fried eggs with chives, stir-fried eggs with scallions, and even egg drop soup for dinner. She did have some eggs in her storage space, which she found in the kitchen, but there were only five.

After cutting the scallions and chives, she decided to cut them one more time before leaving.

The stream was clear, and she felt there should be fish, but she didn't know how to make a fish trap.

"Oh, isn't this a termite mushroom?" Xia Ning exclaimed in surprise. This is a rare delicacy among mushrooms, extremely delicious whether stir-fried or used in soup. It grew in the mountains near her hometown when she was little, and she and her grandmother picked it several times.

The mushroom was growing very deep, with most of its roots buried in the soil. She didn't have any suitable tools, so she had to use a kitchen knife to dig it up. Luckily, the soil in this area was loose and easy to dig.

Xia Ning held handfuls of termite mushrooms, her face beaming. "We'll eat these tonight!"

Genuine, wild, natural termite mushrooms used to cost several hundred yuan per kilogram. Adhering to the principle that finding them was a win-win situation, she was determined to dig up every last one of these mushrooms in the area.

She spent the entire afternoon digging for termite mushrooms. There were so many; after finishing one patch, she would walk a few steps and find another. Looking at the sky, she got up and dusted herself off.

The deep mountains at night are too dangerous; I was terrified and quickened my pace. I must never be so greedy again. I can stay here a few more days if necessary, but I can't put myself in danger.

Once you reach the riverbank, you can still see the last rays of the setting sun.

She quickly washed some mushrooms, filled the water vat, gathered up the straw that had been drying outside, and ran into the cave. Only here did she feel safe.

She lit a fire. Tonight, she made chicken-of-the-woods mushroom and scallion egg soup, a few brown rice cakes, and stir-fried some shredded radish. Xia Ning brought the prepared food to the table; it was steaming hot and smelled delicious. She took a deep, satisfied breath, then sat down to enjoy this simple yet delicious dinner.

Wild termite mushrooms were indeed delicious. With just a touch of salt, she felt a long-lost sense of happiness and satisfaction. As she ate, she thought about what to do tomorrow. After digging up all the termite mushrooms, perhaps she could explore more distant places.

She ate half of her dinner, saving the other half for lunch the next day. After dinner, she made ten flatbreads, cooked a pot of wild vegetable soup, and a pot of mushroom soup. From now on, when she went out to find wild produce, she wouldn't have to come back at noon.

Fortunately, there was space, which saved her a lot of effort. No matter how much stuff she had, she wasn't worried about not being able to move it all back. As for the size of the space, she really didn't know. All she could perceive was a vast expanse of white, with her things scattered haphazardly in one corner.

She took out the bamboo basket she had collected and neatly categorized the wild vegetables and Chinese herbs. Then she took out Old Lady Xia's trunk, locked it (the key was in her spatial storage), and opened it. Inside were a few tattered pieces of clothing she and her husband had worn, and a quilt. That was it. Locked it—the old woman's head was likely caught in the door crack. She touched it. It was cotton, but the cotton wadding was knotted; the old man at the shop almost choked on it. She closed the trunk, deciding to put it out to air for a few days tomorrow. She wouldn't use it unless absolutely necessary.

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They opened a chest containing their winter clothes, lifting them one by one with a stick. At the bottom, they found a tattered cloth bundle. Inside were a few pieces of silver and several hundred copper coins. They took out the silver and stuffed the rest back into the chest. "Don't these two ever bathe? Why do their clothes smell so strong after a whole summer without any clothes on?"

There was one last small box, and Xia Ning had a gut feeling that it contained something good.

Sure enough, inside were three silver ingots and a dozen or so pieces of silver, noticeably larger than the previous ones. There was also something wrapped in cloth in the bundle; Xia Ning unwrapped it and found a silver hairpin and a pair of silver bracelets. There was also the Xia family's household registration book, which, of course, included Xia Ning himself.

That's good, now she can go out and about without being an unregistered resident.

This old lady must be quite wealthy! With so much money, why would she sell her granddaughter? Doesn't she fear being struck by lightning?

She didn't know how silver was valued in ancient times; the original owner of this body had never handled silver and knew absolutely nothing about it. She'd ask in town another day. This much must be at least twenty taels. She wondered how much that could buy, and what the prices were like here.

After admiring the silver coins with great satisfaction, she wrapped them in a cloth bag and put them back in her spatial storage. Now, she was someone who had a secret stash of silver!

The next day, Xia Ning woke up just as dawn broke. Having done housework for a long time, the original owner of this body had indeed excellent stamina and an amazing recovery ability. Most importantly, she didn't linger in bed; she woke up at daybreak and felt sleepy at nightfall, like a walking alarm clock.

I stretched, feeling energized. Today's target is termite mushrooms.

She'd been searching and experimenting all along, but why hadn't she found any valuable medicinal herbs? Novels always say that transmigrated people come with a cheat code, finding ginseng or lingzhi mushrooms just by wandering into the mountains. And her? She hadn't found anything of value.

Looking up, I glanced around at the lush greenery. Thinking about the impending drought and the potential death of the plants, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. Rather than wait for them to wither, I decided to let them live a better life.

The soil in the area where termite mushrooms grow is particularly loose. This area is so large, there must still be quite a few.

Today, she'll be a happy mushroom picker.