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

Old Man Xia was dumbfounded. His only hope had been shattered, and he truly didn't know what to do next.

"Grandpa, what should we do?" Xia Fugui asked, his face filled with despair.

No one can live here; we might as well stay in the village.

Old Man Xia remained silent for a long time before slowly saying, "Let's dig up the grass roots here and continue deeper into the mountains. Maybe we can find a water source."

The old woman and her grandson were unwilling, but they had no other choice. What were they going to do here? They had nothing.

The three of them, exhausted, continued their journey deeper into the mountains.

Meanwhile, Xia Dayu and his son Xia Yao, who remained in the village, were also in dire straits. Xia Dayu had stored some water, but had no food at all. The old women had dug up all the grass roots nearby, and he couldn't find a single one.

He was so hungry he was dizzy and his hands were shaking as he held the bucket of water.

This cannot continue.

"Yaozu, you stay at home, I'll go find something to eat further away."

He wanted to go back to the place where he had found the elm bark before, hoping to find something there.

Xia Yaozu nodded, his heart pounding with nervousness.

Now, he gets scared whenever his father goes out, afraid that his father will abandon him and run away.

The wait for his return was always agonizing; he couldn't control his racing thoughts. The more he thought about it, the more agitated he became. Damn it, it's all because of those old bastards! They should have just killed him instead of breaking his legs.

Xia Dayu spent the night in the mountains. Whether it was his fate or his incredible luck, he actually found grass roots that no one had dug up before. The place was remote and far from the village, so he guessed that those old guys hadn't gone that deep.

With a full basket, Xia Dayu happily went home.

He'll go back and have a good meal, then get some sleep to recharge. Then he'll head off to escape the famine. This will last him for a while.

Xia Yaozu didn't know that the things had been put into his room. He only gave him half a bowl of root soup without any roots. After watching him finish it, he sat on the edge of the bed.

"Yaozu, your father is going to flee the famine."

The reason I told him this was because he was a little scared to travel alone, and I wanted my eldest son to persevere, so at least he would have someone to keep him company.

"Father, are we really going to flee the famine?" Xia Yaozu was afraid.

"What can we do if we don't go? Stay here and wait to die?" Xia Dayu said irritably.

“But my leg…” Xia Yaozu pointed to his broken leg.

"Don't expect me to carry you. Figure it out yourself." Xia Dayu didn't want to be a burden. If they could walk, that would be best; they could go together and take care of each other. If not, then they'd have to walk on their own.

He's better than his own father; at least he can only say one word.

Xia Yaozu felt a chill in his heart. If he couldn't get out of bed and walk tomorrow, he would be abandoned.

He was fleeing famine, but he was on the move all day long; it would be a miracle if he could even keep going. Even getting out of this courtyard was a struggle for him. His father was abandoning him.

Xia Yaozu lay on the bed, his eyes vacant, staring blankly at the dilapidated roof, his gaze utterly lifeless.

Xia Dayu felt a pang of guilt seeing his eldest son like this. But he was helpless; to survive, he couldn't have any selfless kindness. He was perfectly healthy, yet his own father had abandoned him; where could he turn for justice?

These days, the most important thing is to stay alive.

Xia Yaozu was deliberately feigning dejection; he didn't know how to keep his father, so he could only play the victim. He spent the entire day racking his brains, trying to find a reason to keep his father.

After waking up and packing his luggage, Xia Dayu carried a bowl of grass roots into the house. This was the last meal he would cook for his son, hence the extra grass roots in the bowl.

"Dad, where are you going?" Xia Yaozu asked in a hoarse voice.

“Your grandfather said to head south, and the villagers who fled the famine also went south. I’m going to catch up with them.”

“But if Grandpa really wanted to go south, he would have already left with everyone before.”

"You mean..." Xia Dayu's heart skipped a beat. Yes, Lao Tzu might be lying to him. He might not have believed him before, but now he wouldn't dare believe a single word Lao Tzu said.

"I suspect that Grandpa has gone into hiding in the mountains," Xia Yaozu said, making things up with wide eyes.

"How to say?"

"Grandpa and Grandma have been going up the mountain a lot lately, saying they're going to dig up grass roots. They've only brought back a few. Dad, they must have gone to scout ahead." Xia Yaozu said nervously, not even believing his own clumsy lie. If it were him, he would have packed his bags and left long ago.

But Xia Dayu, who was single-celled, believed it and was convinced of it.

My father had said before that the roads in the south were difficult to travel, and there was no guarantee that there would be water.

They might not have gone south, but instead went up the mountain. Some elderly people said they saw them from the mountain that night.

Yes, they must have fled deep into the mountains.

"Dad, wait until I feel better, then I'll go with you to find Grandpa and the others."

Xia Dayu looked at him without hesitation: "I can't wait for you anymore. I'll go up the mountain first. After you recover, you can come to the mountain to find us."

Xia Yaozu: ...

I really want to curse. It turns out he wasted most of his time.

Xia Dayu ignored him, picked up the bowl, packed his things, and was about to leave.

"I've left you five bowls of water, and this half-pot of grass roots too. That's all I can do for you, the rest you have to rely on yourself. I'll be waiting for you on the mountain!"

After saying that, he turned around and left without looking back, carrying his bag.

Xia Yaozu didn't try to stop him at the exit; he knew he couldn't, so why waste his breath?

Why not save your energy and endure it for a few more days?

My hatred for the elderly in the village has deepened!

Even if it meant death, he wanted to take them all down with him...

The three old men, including Xia, faced increasingly difficult circumstances deep in the mountains. Dragging their exhausted bodies, they moved forward step by step with difficulty. Each step seemed to exhaust all their strength.

They had gone without water and food for several days, and their supplies from home were dwindling; they were growing weaker and weaker.

"Grandpa, I can't walk anymore..." Xia Fugui plopped down on the ground, not wanting to get up anymore.

Old Man Xia and Old Woman Xia were also exhausted, their cloudy eyes filled with despair and confusion. His lips were terribly chapped, and every movement of his lips caused a stinging pain.

"Get up and keep going!" Old Man Xia said through gritted teeth.

Grandma Xia was so weak she almost collapsed. Her face was as pale as paper, her eyes were deeply sunken, and her body trembled incessantly. She gripped Grandpa Xia's arm tightly, as if it were her only support.

Xia Fugui was on the verge of collapse. His face was covered in grime, a mixture of sweat and dirt making him look utterly wretched. His shoulders ached from the weight of his luggage, and the bucket of water he was carrying felt like it weighed a ton…