Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

But it was a complete mess outside. People were running around like headless flies, and there were so many people that it was impossible to see them clearly.

"Sister, we don't know where our eldest sister and father have gone. What should we do? Should we go out and look for them?" Zhao Di asked with a worried expression.

"no!"

Zhao Lian shook her head: "It's dangerous outside. They've probably already found a place to escape. Let's leave first and find a place to settle down!"

With things so chaotic outside, they've definitely found a place to hide. Even if I go out, I might not be able to find them.

"Husband, wake up, husband!"

A woman was seen crying and screaming, while two little boys were desperately pulling a man towards them.

The man's eyes were closed, an arrow was stuck in his back, and his clothes were stained with blood.

"Oh my god! That's terrifying!" Da Ni turned pale with fright and quickly hid behind Sun Shangxiang.

Seeing how much blood the man had lost, and given his dire situation—without food, water, or any medication—his life was certainly in danger.

"Let's go!" Zhao Lian couldn't bear to watch either. They had all left their homes, and she was powerless to do anything about seeing them lose their lives here.

Since we couldn't enter the city, we had to take the mountain roads outside.

Everyone was in a somber mood on the way, but Liu Jinzhu was thankful that he had just narrowly escaped death.

At the time, he was thinking of squeezing his way to the city gate. If it weren't for Zhao Lian, who had the foresight to know that there was danger ahead, they might have become targets by now.

They wondered where Zhao Feng and the Qiao family were, and whether they were in danger. Thinking of this, no one could be happy.

Although they were not related to the Qiao family, they had come together as a group and had become acquainted, and had shared joys and sorrows on the road for a period of time.

Recalling the carnage at the city gate, I wonder if they were there just now, and where they are now.

Zhao Lian and her group headed up the mountain, accompanied by a dozen or so refugees. No one spoke along the way; their hearts were heavy. Everyone was grateful to have escaped with their lives.

"Auntie, where are you from? And where are you going?" A shrewd-looking woman approached Yan Guihua and struck up a conversation. Behind her was a man and a girl of about eight or nine years old, presumably her husband and daughter.

“We came from Changting County, Lianzhou, and are heading to Hengnan Prefecture.” Yan Guihua glanced at them.

The couple were dressed in coarse cloth and looked like ordinary farmers, not bad people.

"Yo!"

The woman's eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands: "What a coincidence! We're also from Changting County. We've finally met someone from our hometown!"

"Mother, we don't even know who they are, why are you telling them everything?" Sun Shangxiang tugged at Yan Guihua's sleeve.

The woman next to them overheard this and smiled, saying, "Sister-in-law, my name is Xia Ling, this is my husband, Zhou Chunsheng, and that is my daughter, Zhou Yan."

“We are just ordinary farmers; we are from Ganba Village, Changting County.”

“Ganba Village? That’s not far from our Niujiao Village!” Zheng Xiuzhen’s eyes lit up.

“You’re from Niujiao Village, that’s really close!” The two immediately started chatting enthusiastically.

Once they reached the top of the mountain, Zhao Lian found a flat spot to sit down.

The woman, Xia Ling, sat down next to them and said to Yan Guihua, "Aunt Yan, since we're from the same hometown, please let us go with you. That way, we can look after each other."

"Row!"

Yan Guihua readily agreed. After all, they were all traveling far from home and were from the same hometown.

The woman was easygoing and talkative. She then asked the people next to her that the family of nine, spanning three generations, lived next door and came from the neighboring Fenghuang County.

The old man's name was Zhong Chui, his wife's name was Huang Hui, their eldest son was Zhong Bai and their eldest daughter-in-law was Jin Feng, their seven-year-old grandson was Zhong Le, and their five-year-old granddaughter was Zhong Hong.

The youngest son is named Zhongdian, the youngest daughter-in-law is named Wuju, and the six-year-old son is named Zhongquan.

There was also a couple; the woman looked quite young, probably not even 20, but she looked haggard, listless, and lacked energy.

The woman's name was Chen Min, and her husband's name was Li Gang. Chen Min's belly was swollen, and she looked to be about four or five months pregnant. After asking around, it was discovered that they came from the neighboring Pingyuan County.

"Mom, I'm hungry!"

Zhou Yan looked at Xia Ling with a pitiful expression.

"Your mother has no food left. Just bear with it for now. We'll see if your father can find something to eat later."

"But I'm so thirsty~ Waaaaah~" Zhou Yan started to sob.

Xia Ling looked at Yan Guihua with an embarrassed expression: "Aunt Yan, do you have anything to eat? My Zhou Yan hasn't eaten for two days?"

"No, I was going to ask you that!"

Before Yan Guihua could speak, Sun Shangxiang spoke up.

Sun Shangxiang didn't like this woman very much. The woman was overly familiar and looked shrewd.

I had only known my mother-in-law for a short time when I was already holding her hand and chatting warmly with her.

But her mother-in-law and two sisters-in-law were chatting happily with her, and now she was asking for food.

Sun Shangxiang knew that her mother-in-law still had some food, and she was easily swayed; if she didn't speak up, her mother-in-law might actually give her some.

Yan Guihua smiled somewhat awkwardly; she still had a few kidney fern eggs in her arms. Hearing Xia Ling's question, she hesitated whether to give them to her, but unexpectedly, the eldest daughter-in-law flatly refused.

"Hehe~"

Xia Ling chuckled dryly. She could tell that Liu's eldest daughter-in-law wasn't so easy to talk to.

Judging from Aunt Yan's expression, she must have something to eat, but her eldest daughter-in-law won't give it to her.

"Mom, I remember we still have that egg. That little girl looks so pitiful. Why don't we give her two?" Six-year-old Liu Yao said.

Sun Shangxiang glared at Liu Yao: "You're such a kind-hearted child. We don't have much to eat. If we give the egg to her, what will we eat?"

"Aunt Yan, please have pity on my Yan'er. We adults can go hungry, but the little one can't go hungry~" Xia Ling knew that Yan Guihua was easily swayed.

Sure enough, Yang Guihua softened her heart and took out two kidney fern eggs from her bosom and handed them to Zhou Yan: "Child, this is all the old lady has."

Zhou Yan's eyes lit up and she stopped crying. She quickly snatched the thing, didn't even peel it, and stuffed it directly into her mouth.

Zhou Yan smiled, her eyes crinkling: "Mom, this is really delicious."

"Waaaah~ Mom, I'm hungry too!" Zhong Le and Zhong Hong, who were standing nearby, started clamoring when they saw Zhou Yan eating.

"Auntie, do you still have that thing?" the old woman, Huang Hui, asked.

Yan Guihua looked embarrassed: "I'm really sorry, I don't have anything else in my hand."

Huang Hui rolled her eyes: "Tch! How can you be like this? We have so many children here, how can we not divide them evenly!"

“Mother, look! You’ve done such a good deed.” Even Liu Jinzhu and Liu Yinzhu couldn’t help but say.

Seeing that they had nothing left to eat, they still shared with others. The worst part was that their mother did a good deed but didn't even get a word of praise in return.

With so many people watching, whether to give one or not, now look what's happened, we've offended everyone.