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

"Here, this is a gift from my older brother, some flatbread." He proudly handed the bundle to his brother, drool dripping from his mouth. His older brother said they should share it, but he didn't dare to steal a single bite.

The village chief's wife was stunned when she saw so many coarse flour pancakes.

"Did the new guy give it to you?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"Yes, the young man said that I should share the food with the villagers."

The village chief's wife covered her mouth, desperately trying to suppress her tears. Her husband was right; they had truly met good people! These days, who wouldn't hide their food and eat it slowly?

She wiped away her tears, picked up the pancake, and glanced at it.

These, if torn into pieces, can be used to make a pot of noodle soup, enough for each village child to have a small bowl. If cooked thinner, it can be made twice.

"Dali, go and call the adults to bring the soup. One bowl for each child, and remember to tell them to bring their own bowls. I'll go cook some dumpling soup for you all."

Xiao Yi clapped her hands happily, "There's something delicious to eat!"

Xia Ning heard it clearly. Hehe, she really is easily satisfied.

The village chief and the others were still discussing buying grain when they heard that Xia Ning had given some coarse flour cakes to the children. They felt ashamed, as he hadn't skimped on the water they drank these past two days.

The villagers exclaimed how generous the two were! They couldn't help but feel happy thinking about how their children would have more to eat today.

This……

He returned the silver to them when he got back.

No one objected, and they quickly reached an agreement. Each family went home to collect their gold and silver, and before long, the village chief had a large bundle of gold and silver in front of him.

When the village chief came over carrying the silver, Xia Ning wasn't surprised. People are inherently selfish, after all. Wasn't she the same? She'd come up with this roundabout way of selling grain just to make money.

If they just handed over the grain, they wouldn't be treated like monsters. As for the water fee, she didn't want it; after all, the whole bag of gold and silver was hers.

"In that case, let's set off tomorrow morning."

The village chief nodded: "If anything happens, your safety is the most important thing. If the money is gone, it's gone." They didn't take out all of it; this was probably half of their savings, just in case they lost everything.

The next morning.

The whole village saw them off as they left the village. They had even prepared two wild vegetable pancakes for them, but Xia Ning refused them. They were dark and unappetizing.

Xia Ning looked at the people seeing them off, and even saw a few wiping away tears, giving her the unsettling feeling that they were going to their deaths.

This time, they didn't actually plan to go to the prefectural city. It's so far away, is she crazy to go on such a round trip?

These past few days, she's been wandering around the village. The least frequented place in the village is the ancestral hall. They usually only go there occasionally to clean it.

There are also a few dilapidated houses that no one lives in.

She can just choose a place to put her things.

As for the past two days, after settling into a decent dilapidated house in a remote village about 20 miles from Xiaweiba Village, Xia Ning took out the large bundle of gold and silver and pondered how much food to give them.

She asked the village chief and learned that they actually had some seeds left, but they dared not plant them. They were afraid that outsiders would see the green leaves and snatch them up recklessly, which they couldn't handle. She suggested that they could try planting them indoors, but she didn't know if he took it seriously.

Growing vegetables indoors is indeed feasible.

"Jiang Yi, how much grain do you think we should give them?"

"If a bowl of water costs 100 coins, then we'll just have a bowl of rice costing 100 coins. Wouldn't that be too cheap? How about 200 coins for a bowl of rice? 300 coins isn't expensive either." After all, the well is full of water, and food is scarce, so doubling the price is still cheap.

Xia Ning gave a thumbs up. "You're the one with the black heart."

She didn't want to continue discussing this with him: "What do you want to eat? Let's have a nice meal." She had been eating vegetarian food every day for the past few days, and she was craving meat.

"meat!"

He craved meat even more than she did.

If you share similar tastes, things will be much easier.

Braised pork hock, braised pork belly, roast chicken, spicy diced chicken, braised fish chunks, spicy rabbit, shredded chicken and jellyfish, boiled sliced ​​pork, mantis shrimp, Dongpo pork knuckle, old hen soup...

Jiang Yi's eyes lit up, and he only started eating after Xia Ning brought out a large bowl of white rice and a dozen large meat buns and picked up her chopsticks.

"Xiao Ning, this braised pork knuckle is delicious, you should try it."

Jiang Yi picked out the best piece, the one with the tendons, and gave it to her.

"This chicken leg is pretty good too!"

Xia Ning's bowl quickly filled up.

Jiang Yi genuinely felt that Xia Ning had lost weight from hunger these past few days. She needed to eat more meat to replenish her strength.

Xia Ning: ……

"I'll do it myself, you mind your own business." This sudden remark caught her off guard.

Looking up, I saw Jiang Yi holding a large steamed bun, stuffing bites of meat into his mouth, his mouth dripping with oil.

Her lips twitched as she watched. What was with that look of a starving ghost reincarnated? When had he ever missed a meal?

After eating her fill, Xia Ning released two wolves to guard the house. Jiang Yi could do whatever he wanted; she was going to laze around for a couple of days. Eating, sleeping, reading storybooks…

Two days later, on a dark and windy night.

Two figures sneaked into Xiaweiba Village. In a dilapidated house that no one lived in, Xia Ning began to put out food: coarse rice, coarse flour, salt, radishes, and dried meat.

Finally, she also gave two bags of flour and two bags of rice, which she gave to the elderly and children to help them recover.

Jiang Yi sneaked into the village chief's house and slipped a letter under the door, telling them that the grain had been delivered and the money had been exchanged.

"Has it been sent?"

"Yes, I've sealed the door. They'll see it when they open the door tomorrow."

Xia Ning nodded. It was good that they knew; otherwise, these things would rot and they probably wouldn't even know. Also, she didn't want people to think they had run off with the money.

The next day.

With a creak, the village chief opened the door and immediately saw a piece of paper fluttering down.

Where did this come from?

He bent down to pick it up, and when he saw the words on it, his pupils dilated.

Good heavens, those two...

He took off running towards the trash!

"Husband, where are you going so early in the morning? Go fetch water!"

The man didn't even turn his head.

Day after day, I have no idea what he's busy with. Yesterday, he dragged the whole village to dig soil, saying he wanted to grow crops inside the house. What can you grow inside a house? He just comes up with whatever comes to mind, and the older he gets, the less reliable he becomes.

The village chief's wife cursed a few times before slowly going to the kitchen to boil water.

The village chief pushed open the dilapidated courtyard gate, his hands and legs trembling. Was there grain inside? Had the young man bought grain so quickly?

The old wooden door creaked and groaned; a light touch made it seem as if it were about to collapse.

Inside, bags of grain were neatly arranged. They were all packed in burlap sacks. How did those two manage to get so much grain? And how did they manage to bring it in last night? The village guards hadn't noticed a thing.

They even went to his house, but he didn't know.

Why deliver it secretly at night instead of coming in openly? With so much grain, why didn't they ask them to help carry it? Now that the person is gone, where are they supposed to find their benefactor? They can't even say thank you, let alone kowtow!

Ugh, what a mess this is!

The village chief touched the sacks, one after another, bulging. He didn't know what was inside, but he knew there was white rice and white flour. The letter said that they were for the children and the elderly in the village.

I owe this person a huge favor!

The village chief rummaged through the burlap sacks in the house for a long time, until his stomach began to ache with hunger, which brought him back to his senses. He staggered out of the dilapidated house to call for help.

"Quickly, call people for me! One person from each household, quick!"