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

People get wise with age; what his father could think of, they could also do. They were careless!

These old bastards are incredibly agile!

He had considered robbing them, but there were over twenty of them, while his family only had a few people. Don't let their age fool you; they'd worked hard all year round and were still quite strong. He might not even be able to beat them all in a one-on-one fight.

So, just think about stealing it.

What am I going to do? My dad's going to beat me to death when I get back.

He looked at his father with a long, lifeless face, on the verge of tears, "Father, those old geezers have taken all the jars and basins, and they're fetching water right now!"

Old Man Xia's face turned ashen. What a disaster! These three bastards, young and strong, couldn't even compete with a few old men. What good are they?

He really, really wanted to beat his eldest son. But hitting someone takes strength, and if he wasted his strength, he would be even hungrier. He couldn't bear to waste even a little bit of energy.

At this moment, he really missed his capable second son, who was already dead; he was strong and skilled in combat. And his second daughter-in-law, who was also a hard worker, ate little, and was always ready to help.

Even Xia Ning, who looks thin and weak, is more capable than the eldest daughter-in-law and Fu Xi.

Sigh, if only they were all here, our family wouldn't be in this situation now.

The second son would find a way to get food, and the mother and daughter would also go out early to fetch water and stockpile plenty.

As long as he has good food and drink and takes good care of his health, he doesn't have to worry about anything.

What a pity, they're all dead!

Since the second son died, the family has had no income. They are relying on his previous earnings to make ends meet.

As for Xia Ning, although she didn't die, she had misunderstandings and resentment towards them, refused to acknowledge them, left home early, and now no one knows where she is.

What about those who were left behind? He glanced again at his eldest son, whom he had doted on for decades, and felt a lump in his throat.

The eldest son's family is a complete waste of space!

He wasted decades' worth of grain!

Old Man Xia was consumed by deep regret and intense longing for his youngest son and daughter-in-law, unable to extricate himself from the situation.

He decided that tomorrow he would go and sweep the graves of his son and daughter-in-law.

For over ten years, he had never set foot in that cemetery. It was time to go and see them properly, hoping that they, from the afterlife, would bless the Xia family and help them overcome this disaster...

Xia Ning had no idea that Old Man Xia missed her. They had already caught up with the first group of people who had fled the famine.

These people, though thin and haggard, mostly traveled in horse-drawn or mule-drawn carts, fully equipped. Even the ordinary people who walked carried their belongings on handcarts.

Her mule cart didn't feel out of place at all when she was with them.

When it was time, everyone stopped, took out their pots and pans, and prepared to cook.

Good heavens, this is what life should be like for refugees. And those other refugees behind her... well, let's just say they're something else. She's just feeding the mule a sip of water, and they're all staring at her like she's committed some heinous crime. Many more are staring at the water bucket, practically ready to snatch the water from the mule at any moment.

So frightened was she that she could only feed them water and grass in secret, just like when she ate with them.

"What are you doing? You little brat, is this something you can eat? Get out of here!" A sharp voice rang out, and a richly dressed woman screamed as she pushed the little boy in front of her.

Even when pushed to the ground, the child tightly clutched a small piece of biscuit in his hand, refusing to let go.

Xia Ning glanced at the woman; even though she was dressed in fine silks and satins, the harshness on her face was impossible to ignore.

Seeing that the boy refused to hand over the cake, the woman raised her hand as if to hit him.

"Madam, I'm so sorry, he was wrong. Here you go, here you go!"

Another thin, ragged woman rushed forward, blocked the slap that was about to land on the child's face, knelt down, and begged for mercy.

As she spoke, she forcefully pried open the child's hands and handed the pancake back to him.

The other person didn't take it, but threw it on the ground and stomped on it a few times. She wouldn't eat anything that had been handled by that vile person. She didn't stop until the pancake was completely crushed.

"Remember your place. Don't even think about things that aren't yours. Tonight, you won't have dinner." He glanced disdainfully at the kneeling people, spat, and then left.

The woman held her child, looking at the crumbs of biscuit on the ground, her heart aching as if stabbed with needles.

She really wanted to pick them up, but she knew that even if they were just scraps, the other party wouldn't give them any to eat.

"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and start cooking!"

The others instinctively flinched and scattered like birds and beasts, busying themselves with their work.

Due to the natural disaster and famine, almost all the servants were abandoned, leaving only a few skilled guards. The master had also fallen ill, leaving only his concubines and wives behind. They knew that the mistress had kept them only to torment them, so that she would have someone to serve her.

But so what? If they stay with her, they can at least have some wild vegetable soup to drink. If they leave, there will be droughts everywhere, and they will die of thirst and hunger in just a couple of days.

"Mom! You're sick. I want you to eat something good." The little boy licked his chapped lips and looked worriedly at his mother, whose face was ashen.

"Mother isn't hungry, isn't hungry. Don't do this kind of thing again. If the First Madam abandons us, we'll just have to wait to die!"

Tears streamed down the woman's face as she tightly embraced her child.

"But……"

Jiang Yi has good hearing, so he gave Xia Ning a live broadcast.

Finally, he added, "That woman's clothes were all black, probably never washed. She smelled terrible, I can smell it even here. I don't know what she's so smug about?"

Xia Ning was amused by him. At this moment, who isn't stale?

It's hot and there's no water. Even with two horse-drawn carriages, they must be incredibly wealthy, okay?

"Why would she rather crush it than give it to someone else? How vicious of her!"

Xia Ning understood. He had been holding back his anger all his life, and now that he was in charge, he couldn't help but vent it on his concubine.

But she forgot that even a cornered dog will jump over a wall. If those women and children, along with the guards, wanted to do something, she would be powerless to stop them.

In fact, the more we need to unite now, the better, because infighting benefits no one.

That stupid woman will ruin herself sooner or later.

Now that she had rested, Xia Ning realized that the vast majority of the servants and concubines among these people were living in misery. They were all emaciated and barely kept alive by being given a bite to eat.

They used to treat others out of respect for their husbands, but now that they've all fled famine, they've lost all restraint and don't regard others as human beings.

Alas, the class system in ancient times was indeed very clearly defined.

At any time, those with money and power live better than the working class.

The aroma of rice and wheat wafts into the air.

"Xiao Ning, the porridge they made didn't have much rice in it, and the flatbread was very small with a dark gray color. It doesn't look as good as ours."

Brother, do you have sharp eyes? How come she didn't see anything?

"They're cooking wild vegetables, and this looks like grass. Xiao Ning, they're eating grass!"

Jiang Yi was shocked!

Xia Ning rolled her eyes. The people behind her weren't even properly fed; they were eating grass roots. It's just that they always found secluded spots, miles away from the crowds, at mealtimes, so Jiang Yi hadn't paid any attention to what the disaster victims were eating.

Some people mix grass roots and dark flour together to make cornbread; he has no idea what they are eating!

"That's great, the people behind us don't even have any to eat!" She wants him to know how hard everyone else is working so hard, so he'll understand how wonderful it is to be with her, and how lucky he is!

"Look, even the rich and powerful are only drinking thin porridge and eating dark flour cakes. You think you're living a good and happy life? If it weren't for me, you and the little wolves might have starved to death."

Xia Ningshi cleverly brainwashed him, increasing her importance in his heart.

Jiang Yi nodded repeatedly, deeply agreeing. Without Xiao Ning, his family might not have survived the cold wave.