Quick Transmigration: Refusing to Be a Victim's Child

As darkness fell, the wilderness was overgrown with weeds and littered with pebbles.

The guards first selected the flattest spot, and then sent some prisoners to gather firewood in the nearby mountains and forests, without any fear that anyone would take the opportunity to escape.

After all, exiles still have their lives, and if a general amnesty is granted, they might be able to return to their hometowns.

But if anyone dares to run away, not only will their wife, children, and elderly parents all die, but their entire clan will also perish.

Unless this person is utterly inhuman, no one would dare to run away.

Therefore, the prisoners who remained in the same place dragged their tired bodies around the escorts and chose a suitable place to rest.

"Kid, we're taking this place. If you know what's good for you, get lost, or we'll let you taste our fists."

Several burly prisoners waved their fists in mid-air and shouted at the young man opposite them.

Unexpectedly, the moment the other person turned their head, they subconsciously took a step back.

"I've never actually tasted a punch before. How about you guys teach me first?"

Shao Linshen raised his eyebrows slightly, smiling humbly and politely. As he spoke, he didn't forget to stand up and cup his hands to the group. Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his hands, the tall and burly men turned around and ran away, trembling.

"Brother Shen, you've become famous overnight."

Pangu Banner lay on the ground, leisurely eating the small pieces of jerky that the two children handed him, occasionally muttering a complaint in his mind.

Those tiny, beady eyes darted around, their gaze fixed on the Shao family members nearby.

Just a dozen meters away from their lodging, next to a huge rock, the Shao family members were also extremely busy.

He swept away the rocks with weeds, then lit the firewood he had gathered, carefully warming it on the ground, planning to wear all the clothes from his bundle that night and rest in the warmth of the ground.

After all, they were exiled prisoners, and their relatives and friends could not possibly prepare everything for them during the day. Receiving some money, clothes, shoes, and socks was considered thoughtful and considerate.

Therefore, only a small number of prisoners brought bedding, pots and pans with them.

Wang Minyue didn't lack a quilt, but the Wang family only provided one set, and it was impossible to share it with others.

“Minyue, your parents are getting old. Please share the blankets with them. I’ve gathered a lot of grass clippings. We can use these as mats and lay some clothes on top of them.”

Under the scrutiny of his parents and brothers, Shao Mingheng could only discuss the matter carefully with his wife.

Wang Minyue gripped the blanket tightly, turned her head away without saying a word, but looked towards Shao Linshen with envy in her eyes.

'They're both sons, so why are they so carefree and relaxed?'

"Minyue?" Shao Mingheng called out again, but there was still no response. He could only purse his lips and look at Shao's father and Xu Shi with some difficulty.

Shao's father stood awkwardly to the side, unsure whether to advance or retreat, his face flushed with embarrassment. He never imagined that after living most of his life, he would have to steal his daughter-in-law's quilt.

Feeling both ashamed and angry, he thought, "If she doesn't want to, then so be it. Can I, as her father, force her to stay? It's just that I'm unlucky; I have six sons, but none of them are filial."

Having said that, he angrily turned and left.

"master!"

Xu tried to stop him, but her husband moved so fast she didn't have a chance to grab him. She could only grit her teeth and glare at Wang Minyue resentfully, then gave her eldest son's arm a sharp pinch and said:

“Your father is getting old. How can he withstand the cold in this desolate wilderness? It’s just a quilt. They didn’t even take the mattress. They’re so reluctant to part with it.”

"Hmph, you're just spoiling her. Wait until she gets all over you, then you'll regret it."

"mother!"

Shao Mingheng sighed with a bitter expression:

"Those things were given to my wife by my parents-in-law, so it's really not appropriate for me to make that decision."

As he spoke, Shao Mingheng turned his back to the crowd, leaned against the boulder, covered his face with one hand, and looked extremely lonely just from his back.

Xu's face was tense, and she was increasingly dissatisfied with Wang Minyue. She glanced at the woman who was lying in bed with her two grandsons as if nothing had happened, and her eyes were practically spitting fire.

He simply turned around and grabbed his second son's two children, quickly took off their shoes, and stuffed them into the bedding as well.

Meeting the woman's gaze, Madam Xu's eyes seemed to freeze, and she said coldly:

"What's wrong? Your second son's family carried your load all day without complaining, and you only let the two kids sleep in bed. Are you already feeling sorry for them?"

"...I didn't mean that. Mother, please don't always label me like that. You are a mother yourself, and you should know the difficulties of being a parent."

Wang Minyue was also holding her breath, and her words became much harsher. She simply used her two adopted sons as shields, saying that she was afraid they would catch a cold, which was why she didn't share the blankets.

Xu hummed twice, not listening at all, and turned to the escort to collect her rations for the day.

These prisoners were only given two meals a day. The men were given a dry, moldy coarse grain cake and a bowl of thin, watery rice porridge. The elderly, women, and children were given half a cake and a bowl of porridge, and if they were late, they received nothing at all.

This morning, Xu and the others complained that the food was not fit for human consumption and refused to take it. They had been hungry all day and had to keep traveling. If it weren't for the pastries in their bundles, they would have almost fainted.

Wang Minyue didn't go. She was afraid that if she left, her husband would take the warm blankets she was lying on and give them to those two old geezers. So she simply took her two sons and ate some snacks with water from the water bag.

The two siblings next to them were drooling, but they could only force themselves to turn their heads away.

The couple, Shao Lao Er and his wife, watched in fear and trepidation. They were afraid that the Taoist priest's words would come true, but they were also reluctant to bring their two children back and make them suffer in the cold with them.

After hesitating for a while, the couple could only instruct their two concubines to keep an eye on the child before turning around and following Xu's steps.

*

"Gulu——"

A loud rumbling sound reached Wang Minyue's ears.

She turned her head and saw Aunt Zhang and her daughter awkwardly clutching their stomachs, huddled on the grass.

They had just returned with their dinner, but before they could even take a bite, Xu snatched the pancakes away. Having been hungry all day, they only had a bowl of thin porridge to fill their stomachs, which was far from enough to satisfy their hunger.

Wang Minyue thought about how the two of them still had to carry her child, and after a moment's thought, she took out a steamed bun from the bundle beside her and tossed it to them.

"Thank you, Madam!"

Aunt Zhang was overjoyed as she held the steamed bun. She knelt down and kowtowed skillfully, and her daughter couldn't stop her.

Wang Minyue, who was initially a little reluctant to part, was pleased by her actions and gave a soft "hmm," saying:

"It's good that you know how to be grateful. Remember to take good care of the two young masters tomorrow."

Aunt Zhang repeatedly agreed, her attitude extremely humble and respectful.

……

That night, clusters of fires were lit in the wilderness, and the prisoners lay down on the ground in twos and threes around the fires.

For a time, apart from the crackling of burning firewood, only the occasional howl of wild beasts could be heard in the distance.

Aunt Zhang lay on her side on the ground, holding her daughter and waiting quietly until the patrolling guards left. Only then did she quietly get up, walk to the raised quilt, and slowly lift a corner of it...