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

"W-who is it?"

The old man's trembling voice came from inside the cave.

Yang Sanlang's eyes widened in surprise, and he quickly explained, "Uncle, don't be afraid, it's me and my family."

Zhao Yan steadied her wildly beating heart and calmly got up to move to the side.

"Oh, it's you guys."

Upon hearing Yang Sanlang's voice, the old man's heart, which had been pounding with fear, finally calmed down.

After thinking for a moment, he asked Yang Sanlang outside the cave, "Brother, are you waiting for me?"

Yang Sanlang glanced at Zhao Yan, whose expression was slightly embarrassed, and replied softly, "Yes, old man, I'll wait for your firewood."

It also implies spending time alone with his wife.

The old man thought for a moment and said to Yang Sanlang, "Then I'll trouble you to wait outside while I drag the rest of the firewood into the cave."

As he spoke, he pushed the first bundle of firewood out of the cave entrance and quickly retreated.

There was no other way; the hole in the wall wasn't big, and he could only bring in a bundle of firewood each time.

Yang Sanlang dragged the tightly bundled firewood out of the cave entrance and laid it down against the wall.

Not long after, the old man pushed the second bundle of firewood out of the hole in the wall, and Yang Sanlang placed it next to the second bundle.

After repeating this six times, the old man, panting heavily, crawled out of the hole in the wall.

Upon seeing the stunningly beautiful Zhao Yan, his expression remained as calm as ever.

Yang Sanlang introduced her to him: "Uncle, this is my wife."

"Hello, sir, thank you for your hard work."

Zhao Yan nodded politely to the old man.

"Okay, okay."

The old man responded cautiously, glancing nervously at Yang Sanlang.

This guy's wife has such a strong presence, he's panicking.

Yang Sanlang's eyes flickered slightly as he took out a coin from his pocket.

"Uncle, I don't have any change right now, here you go, the rest can be paid for tomorrow."

"That won't do. I only brought six bundles of firewood, so just give me sixty coins."

The old man hurriedly reached into his pocket for his money pouch, but then he thought, where would he get money to ask for money?

He only had twenty coins on him, which was the money the young man had given him for firewood that morning.

He stopped taking out his money and looked at Yang Sanlang awkwardly.

"This... I... I don't have enough money on me..."

"Then let's not look for it."

Without saying a word, Yang Sanlang stuffed a dime into the old man's hand, saying, "You'll be bringing firewood tomorrow anyway, so it doesn't matter whether I give it to you sooner or later."

How can they be the same?

If he earns an extra forty coins today, he can buy more life-saving food for his family.

Giving it early or late makes a difference.

The old man's eyes suddenly reddened, and his wrinkled hands tightly gripped the small piece of silver, looking at Yang Sanlang with gratitude.

"Okay, I'll come first thing tomorrow morning."

As if remembering something, he slapped his forehead again.

"Oh dear, I forgot, we agreed to meet between late afternoon and early evening..."

Zhao Yan interjected at this moment, "Can you make it over this morning? How's Si Chu?"

Faced with such a simple and honest old farmer, Zhao Yan suddenly wanted to help him more.

If what the grain shop clerk said is true, then the people under the jurisdiction of Wei County are not having an easy time either.

Besides, she also wanted to see what would happen if other people ate the items from her system shop. Would their health increase a hundredfold, just like Sister Tian and the others?

If it's really that amazing...

Haha, she's going to be rich!!!

Yang Sanlang raised an eyebrow slightly, not denying Zhao Yan's suggestion.

Upon hearing this, the old man's face showed a look of astonishment and helplessness.

He rubbed his hands helplessly, "Is it...is it too much?"

They deliver firewood in the morning and again in the afternoon, and they need about ten bundles of firewood a day.

To be honest, you really don't need that much to cook a meal.

Zhao Yan smiled and said, "Don't worry, old man, it's not much."

"Then it's settled. We'll deliver it once in the morning and once in the afternoon. It'll be between eight and ten bundles of firewood a day. You can arrange it as you see fit, old man."

The amount ranged from eighty to one hundred coins per day, and by the time they were ready to leave, the old man had managed to save up some money.

Overjoyed, the old man wept tears of joy and clasped his hands together, wanting to kneel down and kowtow to Zhao Yan and the other woman.

"Thank you, thank you so much..."

"Uncle, please don't do this..."

Yang Sanlang quickly stepped forward and forcibly pulled the old man up from the ground.

Zhao Yan had already moved aside before the old man knelt down. Looking at the old man with bloodshot eyes, her heart trembled violently.

Such a simple old man, yet he lived such a humble life.

This is the norm for ordinary people at the bottom of society.

"Didn't you say this morning that you were going to the grain store to buy grain?" Yang Sanlang reminded the old man, "Old man, hurry up, it will get dark if you delay any longer."

Yes, he still needs to buy grain.

The old man quickly wiped his eyes and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'll have to trouble you to carry the firewood back today..."

This was originally his job.

Zhao Yan smiled indifferently.

"It's alright, Sanlang is strong and can carry it. Uncle, go ahead."

Yang Sanlang glanced at his wife sideways: "You're talking about yourself, aren't you?"

The old man bowed to the two men again, then hunched over and quickly left.

Undeterred by the man's burning gaze, Zhao Yan stepped forward, hoisted two bundles of firewood onto her shoulder, glanced emotionlessly at the man standing there dumbfounded, and walked away.

Ha ha.

No matter how strong she is, she can't be stronger than a man, right?

"Yan'er! Wait for me."

Yang Sanlang snapped out of his daze, stepped forward, picked up two bundles of firewood in each hand, and hurriedly caught up with Zhao Yan's departing figure.

On the way back, Zhao Yan kept thinking about how to conduct an experiment on the old man.

It was obvious that the old man's family was short of food; all she needed to do was give him some food.

Giving alms is a skill, and if done poorly, it can bring unnecessary trouble upon oneself.

How to do this?

She needs to think about it carefully.

Yang Sanlang walked beside her, glancing over every now and then. Seeing her silent the whole way, he assumed she was angry about his rash actions. His dark eyes flickered, and he carefully asked, "Yan'er, are you... angry with me?"

Huh? What the heck?

Zhao Yan turned her head and glanced at Yang Sanlang, her peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, and said with a frustrated expression, "Why am I angry with you? What did you do to me?"

I'm not angry.

What is she thinking? Her expression looks quite serious.

"No, I was just asking."

Yang Sanlang hurriedly shook his head, his thin lips slightly pursed, and he secretly glanced to his side, his eyes meeting Zhao Yan's as she turned to look at him.

"hehe."

He gave an awkward laugh, then decided to go all out and asked directly, "Yan'er, what are you thinking about? Can you tell me?"

Yo ho.

Has this man suddenly become enlightened? Is he trying to uncover her secrets?

Ha ha.

Zhao Yan sneered inwardly.

Want to know what she's thinking?

snort!

She refused to tell him!

"It's nothing, I still have a lot to do, I should go back now."

After saying that, Zhao Yan left without looking back, leaving Yang Sanlang staring at her retreating figure with a bitter smile.

We should have expected this, shouldn't we?

His wife's attitude towards him has improved somewhat, but only slightly.

He could tell that his wife was still indifferent to him as always.

Oh, this is so worrying.

……

Outside the South Gate.

Dozens of people from Chenjiagou gathered together to listen to Chen Chong and Chen Youjin discuss where to go next.

Having been unable to eat or sleep well for the past two days, coupled with the sudden 180-degree change in the behavior of the magistrate of Wei County, Chen Chong really did not want to continue to sit idly by and wait to be manipulated.

"With Kimber here, it's more appropriate for us to continue north for now."