Armed with a machete and a gun, armed with a system, they fled the famine.

"Waaaah—I want my mother! I don't want to go with you! I want my mother—"

Zhao Yan was awakened by the sound of a child crying and got up from the ground with a splitting headache.

At this moment, a tiny, patched-up boy, barely any flesh on his body, struggled to rush over and clung to her leg, pleading desperately.

"Mom, save me! I don't want Grandma to sell me! I don't want to leave you! Waaah—"

Ok?

what's the situation?

Didn't she die while on a mission?

Zhao Yan stared blankly at the little girl beneath her, her face filled with shock and confusion.

She remembered that she had just rescued a hostage from a serial killer, who then detonated explosives in a fit of rage. She was struck by the immense force of the blast and torn to pieces on the spot.

If nothing unexpected happens, she is most likely dead, so how could she be this little girl's mother!

And what the hell is she wearing?!

His whole body was covered in tattered patches; not a single patch was intact!

Still dressed in ancient costume!

Suddenly, the world spun around her, and memories that didn't belong to her quickly filled her mind.

Zhao Yan closed her eyes, feeling heartbroken, and struggled to restrain herself from throwing the girl off her lap.

Damn it!

She, one of the most outstanding special operations soldiers of the 21st century, inexplicably traveled to the body of a peasant woman in ancient times!

He's a complete idiot with a bad brain!

The little girl clinging desperately to her legs wasn't this body's biological daughter, but the original owner had saved her own food to raise her to this age; she was more than family to her.

At this moment, the little girl is being forced by the original owner's mother-in-law to be sold to Wang the matchmaker in town.

The original owner was shoved hard by her mother-in-law during a struggle, causing her head to hit a hard wall and instantly die.

Zhao Yan pressed her aching head, feeling a tightness in her chest.

Tell me, what kind of mess is this?!

"Third son's wife, why aren't you bringing me some millet? We haven't had any rice to cook for days. Do you want to go hungry?"

Yang Zhangshi's face was ashen, and her slanted triangular eyes were filled with a cold, furious light.

The Yang family has already done more than enough to raise a little girl they found in a graveyard, having raised her to this age.

Now that the family is on the verge of starvation, selling her will provide the money to buy food.

As for Zhao Yan, that fool, she was a wife that Sanlang bought from the neighboring Zhao Family Village for a full two taels of silver.

She may be a bit simple-minded, but she's incredibly strong. She does all the dirty and tiring chores around the house, so keeping her around as a slave wouldn't be so bad.

Yang Dalang suddenly rushed to his mother and knelt down with a thud.

"Mother! I beg you not to sell the millet. If we really have no food left at home, I—I will go into the deep mountains to find some!"

He felt guilty for several years because his third brother died because of him.

Now that his mother is going to sell the millet to buy food, how can he just stand by and watch this happen?

Eight-year-old Yang Dazhuang pulled his younger brother down to kneel on the ground as well.

Yang Dazhuang: "Grandma, please don't sell Xiaomi. I'll give you all of mine."

Yang Erniu: "Grandma, poor little Xiaomi, she eats less than me every day. If you sell her, will I ever see her again?"

Yang Tieniu, who had just turned seven, looked at him like an idiot and said, "Idiot, if we sell it, we won't live at home anymore. We'll never see it again. How can you be as stupid as Zhao the Fool!"

Yang Erlang chimed in, "Erniu, if we sell the millet, you and Dazhuang Tieniu will get more food. Isn't that better?"

Yang Erniu burst into tears.

"Wow—no! I don't want to sell Xiaomi, I want to play with her! I want to play with her!"

"Play! Play! Play! We don't even have food to eat, all you do is play!"

Yang Zhangshi suppressed her anger and cursed, then winked at Chen Lan, Yang Dalang's wife.

"Eldest brother, you take Dazhuang and Erniu back to the house first."

She then turned to Yang Erlang's wife, Wang Feng, and gave her instructions.

“Second brother’s wife, bring Tie Niu into the house too.”

"No one is allowed to be released until this matter is resolved!"

Upon hearing her mother-in-law's order, Chen Lan glanced at Yang Dalang discreetly, then hurriedly pulled Yang Dazhuang and the still-crying Yang Erniu back into the house.

Wang Feng whispered something in Yang Tieniu's ear, and Yang Tieniu grinned and skipped back into the house, while she herself stayed in the yard.

A group of elderly women, who seemed to enjoy watching the spectacle, stood outside the waist-high earthen wall.

Liu Guifang and Yang Zhangshi were always at odds, so how could she not offer her sarcastic remarks at this time?

"Sanlang's wife is really unlucky. She finally found a daughter so that she would have someone to rely on for the rest of her life, but now she's going to be sold by Yang Zhangshi. Tsk tsk tsk, Yang Zhangshi is really ruthless."

"Yes, Yang Sanlang went to perform corvée labor right after getting married, leaving behind no children. His wife was lucky to have a daughter, which means she's at least giving Yang Sanlang a descendant. Now Yang Zhangshi is going to sell the millet again. Does she want Yang Sanlang to die without anyone to offer incense?"

Liu Guifang pursed her lips.

"That's hard to say. Some people are born with a black heart and a rotten lung. She can even force her own son to his death, so why would she care about a fool and a little girl she picked up?"

These words sparked a flurry of discussion among the others.

Yang Zhangshi, with a cold, dark face, glared angrily at Liu Guifang, who was leading the charge.

"Get out! All of you get out! A bunch of meddlesome idiots! Aren't you afraid of blinding your eyes by watching the show?! Get out of here! If you keep spouting nonsense, I'll drag Xiaomi to your house and demand food!"

Yo ho!

Is that alright?!

As soon as Yang Zhangshi let out that howl, the crowd outside the wall scattered like birds and beasts, each one running faster than the last, disappearing in an instant.

These days, everyone is starving and empty-handed, and no one has any extra food to lend out.

"I bother!"

Liu Guifang spat on the ground and turned away with a look of disdain.

What the hell!

Since it's already done, why can't others say anything?

If it weren't for Yang Zhangshi forcing Yang Sanlang to perform corvée labor back then, would he still be missing to this day?

Yang Zhangshi snorted coldly and suddenly turned her bloated body around.

Her furious gaze found Zhao Yan and her daughter by the wall of the main room. She pursed her thin lips and walked towards Zhao Yan.

Their footsteps were firm and resounding, exuding a murderous aura.

Zhao Yan, standing by the wall, was lost in thought.

Just moments before, as she was feeling dizzy from hunger, a piece of the chocolate she had been longing for suddenly appeared in her hand.

At this moment, she was seeing a virtual scene: rows of neat and orderly shelves filled with all sorts of dazzling items.

Bread, chocolate, multigrain rice crackers, Roca potato chips, spicy strips, braised eggs and chicken legs, blueberry cookies...

There were so many snacks that Zhao Yan loved to eat that she was so hungry her eyes were practically glowing green, and she couldn't wait to devour them right now.

But she couldn't; someone was coming her way.