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

Yes, they really don't have much food left. They need to dig up some grass roots and cut some tree bark in the next couple of days. They don't know if they'll be able to find anything to eat along the way, and they don't know how long the journey will take.

No one dared to delay any longer and scattered in all directions. The old village chief looked at his sons and daughters-in-law and said, "Let's get ready too."

"Ai!"

"Let's slaughter the old ox at home. We haven't had any water to feed it along the way. Let's make it into jerky in the next couple of days so we can eat it slowly on the road." As he spoke, two lines of tears rolled down his cheeks.

This old worker who had worked for their family for over ten years couldn't be saved in the end either.

If he doesn't kill it now, he'll still lose it when everyone fights over it on the road. Even if no one fights, he won't have water or food to feed it.

The family was also upset, but they knew that they had to kill the animal now, so that they could have more meat to eat and more strength to walk a few more steps on the road.

"I go!"

The eldest brother pulled the second brother out to slaughter a cow.

The wives wiped away their tears and hurried to boil water.

The village was bustling day and night. People were stockpiling water, digging up grass roots, and making dry rations. The mountains were turned upside down by the villagers. Nothing that could be eaten was left behind.

Apart from about twenty elderly people who couldn't walk and didn't want to burden their children, they refused to leave, saying they wanted to help everyone guard their homes and ancestral hall. Of the entire village, only the Xia family, besides the missing old bachelors, didn't go with them.

Nobody cared; this family was like dung beetles, and it was better not to follow them.

Several hundred people gathered at the village entrance in a grand procession. Some pulled carts, some pushed wheelbarrows, and those who had nothing had all their luggage strapped to their bodies.

The village chief looked in the direction of the ancestral hall and said, "Everyone, kowtow to our ancestors."

For most people, this parting is for a lifetime.

The crowd erupted in weeping and wailing; they couldn't bear to leave! This was their home!

After kneeling and kowtowing at the ancestral hall, the village chief and his family led the way, followed by the others, slowly making their way south.

The elderly left behind watched their family members depart, all weeping uncontrollably. This departure meant they would never see each other again, and who knew how many would survive to the end…

Old Man Xia lay leisurely on the kang (a heated brick bed). "Eldest brother, in half an hour, after everyone has gone far away, you take Yaozu and Fugui and search each house to see if they have left behind any valuable items."

"Ai!"

"Especially the village chief's family, I heard they slaughtered a cow before they left," Old Man Xia said worriedly.

"I understand, Dad. I'll turn his house upside down."

Hahaha……

Xia Dayu really wanted to laugh out loud!

It would be so much better if we didn't have to flee the famine!

Now the entire village belongs to Old Xia's family.

"Dad, should we move to the village chief's house?" It's close to the well and is the best brick and tile house in the village.

Old Man Xia raised an eyebrow, somewhat tempted.

"Go find the things first, we'll talk about the rest later. Bring back all their jars and basins, we'll store the water. Also, find out where all those other households hid their water. If you find it, it'll be ours from now on."

"Understood!" Xia Dayu was overjoyed. He hadn't expected that instead of fleeing the famine, he would have this good fortune!

His father, as expected, is still his father! A cunning and shrewd man!

Old Man Xia was secretly pleased with himself. These fools had worked so hard, and now it was all his doing. He was the smartest person in Xia Family Village! Thinking this, a wide grin spread across his face.

“There are still quite a few old folks in the village who haven’t left yet. You guys hurry up and grab them before they do.”

Strike first, and now is not the time to shirk your responsibilities.

"Understood! Don't worry, I'll take care of it perfectly for you."

Grandma Xia looked at her old man with admiration. The head of the household was the most capable; he thought of everything perfectly.

Fantasizing that the village chief's family might leak some meat, and other families might leak some grain, Xia Dayu and his two sons were incredibly excited and full of energy.

Each person carried a tattered burlap sack, pushed a cart, and strode out the door, looking ready to get down to business.

"Old man, is there really any leftover grain in the village?" These people have been going crazy these days, they've practically stripped the mountain bare, how could there possibly be anything left?

After the initial excitement wore off, the old woman, having regained her composure, said with concern.

Old Man Xia also came to his senses, his heart pounding, a bad feeling creeping in. "Maybe, perhaps, maybe there's some chance?"

The only hope now is the village chief's house. It's such a big cow, they can't possibly clean it completely, can they? Leaving them some of the entrails would be fine too.

Two hours later, the father and his two sons returned home with their heads hanging low.

Seeing their expressions, Old Man Xia's heart skipped a beat.

Finished!

as predicted.

"Dad, those people are so good at cleaning! The house is cleaner than if rats had entered it. There isn't a single grain of rice, not even a single blade of grass."

Grandma Xia felt a little dizzy; she knew it!

Good heavens, why is it so hard to get something to eat!

"What about the village chief's house?" He's the richest man in the whole village.

"Don't even mention it, that old bastard didn't leave a single hair behind. So much meat, he must have been stuffed to death."

Xia Laoda thought maliciously, "It would be best if the villagers knew he had meat, and they would all rush to rob him. If he has nothing to eat, no one else can have any either."

"Grandpa, we're out of food. What are we going to do? We don't even have much grass left at home," Xia Dayu said dejectedly.

"Let's go up the mountain to dig together tomorrow. By the way, have you collected the buckets and water tanks? We'll go fetch water in a bit."

The water in the well was running low and murky; they had to let it settle before they could drink it.

He was afraid that the murky well water wouldn't last much longer.

Xia Dayu's eyes flickered slightly. They were focused on finding food; who cared about those useless water tanks?

Unable to find any food, Yaozu smashed two water vats at the village chief's house in a fit of anger.

"what is wrong?"

"We didn't go to collect it." His father wasn't blind; he couldn't hide it, so he had to tell the truth.

What happened to the water that others had stockpiled?

"They're all gone now. I guess they used it up these days." They really didn't find any extra water in any of their homes; the water tanks were all empty.

"How could that be? There's still water in the well, how could they bear to use the stored water!" Old Man Xia said angrily. These good-for-nothings, even now, they're still trying to cheat him. Do they really not want to live anymore?

"Dad, don't worry, we'll look for it again later." Old Master Xia hurriedly reassured him. He was exhausted. He had been kept going by the grain earlier, but now that he was too weak to walk.

In fact, their trip was pointless; all the water was in the hands of the twenty-odd elderly people left behind.

Before leaving, the villagers let them stay in the small courtyard where the water was stored, so they could help each other out. And like the old bachelor, they concealed it very well; from the outside, you couldn't tell that it was a water cellar.

The old village chief also left them three catties of dried meat, as well as grain left by his own family, which they hid very well, so no one could find it.

Xia Dayu never dreamed that after resting for a while, when they went to other people's houses again, those water vats, water jugs, and wooden basins had already been taken home by those old folks. And they were already taking turns drawing water from the well and storing it.

Xia Laoda's heart sank to the bottom. He really didn't expect these old guys to act so quickly.

Done!