Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

Upon opening my eyes, I was greeted by another dark mud-brick house, and a pair of wrinkled hands that made her look older than she was—she was an old woman.

Good grief, this time he's finally halfway to the ground, can he die faster now?

I'm so happy, it feels like the time to get off work goes by faster now.

"Xiao Wu, receive the plot."

The original owner, Qingmo, is 42 years old this year. She is known as Granny Qing in the village. She is a grandmother and granddaughter with three generations living together. She lost her husband early and raised three sons and one daughter on her own.

The eldest son, Liang Dasen, is 24 years old. He married a woman surnamed Wu, and they have a son and a daughter. Dazhu is 6 years old, and Xiaochunhua is 4 years old. (Name-giving is useless)

The second son, Liang Dalin, is 21 years old. He married a woman surnamed Wang and they have a son and a daughter. Erzhuzi is 5 years old and Xiaoxiahua is 3 years old.

The third son, Liang Damu, is 18 years old and unmarried.

The youngest daughter, Liang Dahua, is 16 years old and unmarried.

The original owner was a mean-spirited and unkind person who treated her daughter-in-law poorly. She favored sons over daughters, and her sons were all blindly obedient to their mother, only listening to her.

During a severe drought, the family of eleven fled south with the rest of the village. They didn't have enough food, and despite their family's objections, the original owner sold his two granddaughters. Sadly, the entire family still starved to death on the road.

Hmm... Qingmo is this mean old lady. There are still half a month before we have to flee the famine.

Qingmo was wondering whether to abandon this whole family and leave, or stay. It was a difficult decision.

This whole family are all filial sons and virtuous grandsons, and I'm the only one who's a wicked mother-in-law, which makes me seem like a terrible person!

"Mom, dinner's ready."

The whole family sat at a large wooden table, waiting for him. On the table was a sparse pot of wild vegetable porridge, along with some pickled vegetables, all waiting for him to serve them.

What's the point of dividing this watery porridge?

Qingmo looked at the expectant eyes of the whole family, sighed and said, "You can divide this meal yourselves today. I won't get involved in this anymore."

Everyone was taken aback. The eldest son, Liang Dasen, quickly said, "Mother, how can this be? You've always been the one cooking and serving the food."

Qingmo waved her hand, "The past is the past, the present is the present. Do you want to work your mother to death? I have to take care of everything, even dividing up the food."

No one dared to utter a sound; they could only nod in agreement.

"What are you looking at? Eat."

Qingmo took a sip of porridge, but it tasted bland and she couldn't eat it.

Let the others share the rest; these days, wasting food is unacceptable.

Da Sen: "Mom, the village well is about to dry up. The village chief said that things are very chaotic in the city, and the whole village will be fleeing the famine in ten days."

"Hmm," Qingmo replied indifferently.

"Mom, we're running out of food. Should we go buy some? I heard that food prices in the city have gone crazy."

Da Sen glanced timidly at his mother. All the money in the house was in her hands, and they dared not make decisions on their own without her permission.

"Okay, I'm going to town to buy some things later. You guys stay home and watch the house."

Dalin: "Mom, I'll go with you. You can't carry all that stuff by yourself, and it's too dangerous outside."

"Stop talking nonsense, it's none of your business. Let's eat."

Qingmo looked at this large family and felt a headache coming on. They were all skinny and dark-skinned. No wonder they were so poor and starving to death.

There were about ten people, big and small, including only three grown men. They either starved to death or survived.

He went back to his room and found the original owner's money, which totaled less than 3 taels of silver. What could that possibly be enough to do?

Poor thing, another day of having to support such a large family. She's really too kind. Is she really going to just walk away and leave her whole family to die?

He affixed a speed talisman to himself and his legs moved swiftly towards the city. This world had no spiritual energy or spiritual roots, so he could only practice martial arts again.

When we arrived in the city, it was very desolate. Many shops were closed, probably because they had heard the news and fled. There were many people in front of the grain store, but the prices had increased several times over.

Qingmo didn't buy it; she has it in her own online space.

She found a small alley, took out a mule cart from her spatial storage, which contained mules, donkeys, and horses.

She bought some coarse cloth, insoles, coarse salt, oil, oilcloth, a tinderbox, and five water bags before leaving. On the way back, she put 200 jin of coarse grains, 50 jin of millet, and 50 jin of flour into the carriage. She had collected these things in the ancient world as well.

When she arrived at the village entrance, she saw her eldest brother, Sanmu, waiting for her. They drove the mule cart back together, and the whole family gathered around. They then saw the large pile of things Qingmo had bought.

How could they not know that their family is so rich?

Qingmo: Don't meddle in my business.

"Go and see what I bought. Take out the fabric and insoles. Wu and Wang, quickly make a few more pairs of shoes so you can travel faster. Make clothes out of the fabric as well. You can decide what to do with them."

"Think about what else you need to buy. Da Sen will give you five taels of silver. Go and get whatever comes to mind."

"Mother, we need to buy a wooden cart; we have too much stuff."

"Fine, just buy whatever you need yourself. If you don't have enough money, just tell me. I've been saving this money for most of my life, sigh." Qingmo said, still looking distressed.

"Dahua, go and make some more dry food biscuits. It will be easier for you to travel on the road. Go ahead, call me if you need anything. I'm going to my room to rest."

After finishing her sentence, Qingmo went back to her room, not caring about what would happen to the rest of the family. The thought of supporting such a large family gave her a headache, and fleeing the famine was not a safe option.

Qingmo quickly went to her space to take a shower. It was such a drought that no one dared to take a bath. She scrubbed off a layer of mud, and after washing, she went to cultivate.

The whole family was busy checking for omissions and filling gaps, and the villagers were also preparing things to escape the famine.

In the days that followed, Qingmo seemed like a different person. Although he was indifferent to everyone, he no longer beat or scolded his wife or withheld food.

Although everyone was puzzled, things were generally moving in a positive direction.

Before we knew it, the day of fleeing the famine arrived. We gathered at the village entrance at 5 a.m. The village chief had prepared the household registration certificates for each family and distributed them to each family for safekeeping.

Every household used a large flatbed cart to pull a lot of luggage; there was one oxcart, two mule carts, and others carried it on shoulder poles.

The others were also surprised that the Liang family could afford a mule cart, but they weren't in the mood to think about that right now.

They were all a little sad, after all, they were leaving their hometown and might never come back.

There are still many elderly people in the village who haven't left. Some of them don't want to leave because they are too old, while others have been abandoned by their children.

Staying will only mean certain death, and no one will say anything. At times like these, it's best to mind your own business.

A large group of five or six hundred people set off, not knowing where they were going.

All I knew was that the South was rich and had water. I heard that those fleeing famine all went south, settling down wherever there were mountains and water.