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

"There are floods in the south and droughts here. Life is hard for both of us."

Someone sighed, "You have to get through it, even if it's tough. What are you going to do, run away from the famine? The world is in such chaos these days, where can you possibly escape to?"

Zhao Yan's thoughts wavered slightly, and her mood became heavy.

Is there a flood in the south?

Is the world really about to descend into chaos?

Does that mean she needs to earn more money quickly?

The living conditions here are already bad, so if things really get chaotic, she won't panic if she has money in her hands.

However, if there really is a natural disaster, the government will try to appease the people, right?

unless……

Zhao Yan thought of the history she had read before.

Unless the government is inactive and officials exploit the people.

Add to that natural disasters, and people can't get enough to eat and can't survive, so they choose to flee the famine, resulting in a large number of refugees.

When migrants move from one place to another, if the government does not intervene, large-scale chaos will break out under the threat of hunger, commonly known as a migrant riot.

Historically, almost all peasant uprisings have been created by accumulating buffs in this way.

Zhao Yan didn't dare to think too much about it and quickly pushed the cart away from the tea stall.

The Great Qing Kingdom, where she now resides, has been established for 235 years.

Judging from the lifespan of dynasties in history, the Great Qing Kingdom's fortunes seem to be nearing their end, and it could collapse at any moment.

With disasters raging in various places, if the time truly comes to flee the famine, Zhao Yan has to make some preparations in advance.

However, her top priority now is to make as much money as possible.

Pushing her cart through the shops, Zhao Yan bought what she needed an hour later.

A small iron pot, a kitchen knife, a wood-chopping knife, and some pots and pans.

She didn't buy any food.

There was food on the shelves, so she wasn't worried at all that she and her daughter would go hungry.

After putting everything into the storage cabinet in a secluded corner, Zhao Yan left with a basket on her back and a cart.

There were many things to do today. After having lunch at Tian Xiu'e's place and putting her daughter to sleep, Zhao Yan took a bag of brown sugar and two pounds of pork belly to the village head's house.

"You want to hire someone to fix your house?"

Chen Youjin ushered the man into the courtyard, and the old Taoist priest's eyes were fixed on the woman before him.

So this is what Sanlang's wife is like after she regained consciousness; she does know how to handle people.

Zhao Yan took out a tael of silver from her sleeve and handed it over along with the two gifts she had brought.

"Yes, please ask Uncle Muramasa to help me find a few honest and reliable people to repair my roof. It would be best if it could be fixed by tomorrow."

"This one or two taels is for wages. I hope Uncle Village Chief can help me out. The rest is for me to treat Uncle Village Chief to drinks."

Then, she took out five taels of silver and said, "I don't know the ins and outs of ordering these tiles, so I'd appreciate it if Uncle Village Chief could help me."

Chen Youjin stroked his chin and thought for a moment, then accepted the gifts and money without hesitation.

"No problem, I'll go find someone later. Once the tiles are ordered, we can start work tomorrow."

The fact that she can produce money so quickly after breaking off the engagement shows that Sanlang's wife is quite something.

Zhao Yan knew that her actions would make the village head look at her differently, but she would have many more opportunities to interact with him in the future, so she didn't intend to hide anything.

Remembering something else, she couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Village Chief, after I sever ties with the Yang family, can I register as a female household?"

She wasn't very familiar with the laws of the Great Qing Kingdom, but the village head must have.

Sure enough, Chen Youjin asked in surprise, "You want to register as a female household?"

Realizing his tone was inappropriate, he quickly adjusted his mindset and softened his tone, "Given your current situation, you can indeed apply for a female household registration, but..."

"Uncle Muramasa, but what?"

Are there any other additional conditions?

Zhao Yan's mood sank for a moment.

"However, there is also a registration fee to pay, which is not cheap."

Chen Youjin glanced at Zhao Yan and said, "It costs ten taels of silver to register a female household registration."

Ten taels of silver could support a family of several people for two years in a stable life.

The transfer fee is too high, and poor women generally don't even dare to think about becoming female owners.

The government was actually not very willing to allow women to register their own households.

As women, their duty is to be good wives and mothers.

Zhao Yan has already spent seven taels of silver to repair the house. Now that she's a female household member... will she still have any money left?

Chen Youjin didn't quite believe it.

She had just left the Yang family's house; where would she get the money?

Unexpectedly, after considering it for a moment, Zhao Yan asked, "Just the account opening fee? No other requirements?"

"No."

"Then I'll have to trouble Uncle Muramasa for help again."

Zhao Yan took out another ten taels of silver from her sleeve and handed it to Chen Youjin.

Only by registering as a female household can she and Xiaomi have their own household registration, making it convenient for them to go anywhere in the future.

Chen Youjin stared in astonishment at the ten taels of silver in front of him, wondering to himself: How much wealth does this Zhao Yan still have? Where did she get the money? Does that scoundrel Yang Zhangshi even know?

Judging from Yang Zhangshi's reaction this morning, she must not know about this.

It should be noted that the Yang family's wealth is all controlled by Madam Yang Zhang. If she knew that Zhao Yan was hiding silver, she certainly wouldn't remain unmoved.

But before that, Zhao Yan was not only strong and capable of doing chores, she was also mentally challenged.

She couldn't possibly be hiding money.

Thinking of this, Chen Youjin's gaze towards Zhao Yan immediately became dark and inscrutable.

Zhao Yan, once she regained consciousness, was quite capable, accumulating so much silver in such a short time. It was a pity that Yang Zhangshi severed ties with her.

He silently accepted the silver and put it in his pocket.

"Since you have this money, shall we go to the county government office now to register your household?"

Zhao Yan's eyes lit up instantly. "Okay."

Chen Youjin's family owned a cow. He called his eldest son, Chen Hu, to drive the oxcart and take Zhao Yan with him to Baima Town.

Upon arriving at the county government office, accompanied by Chen Youjin, Zhao Yan's household registration was quickly processed, and Yang Xiaomi's surname was changed from Yang to Zhao.

Now, her name is Zhao Xiaomi.

Holding the thin new household registration booklet, Zhao Yan couldn't help but smile contentedly.

Great.

Now they are truly no longer related to the Yang family.

“The household registration is done, so let’s go take a look at the roof tiles now?” Chen Youjin suggested.

The sun was still high in the sky when he traveled by oxcart, and he didn't find it tiring at all.

Zhao Yan was eager to get the roof fixed as soon as possible, and politely replied, "Okay."

The three of them hurriedly went to look at the tiles again, determined the quantity needed, and agreed to deliver them first thing the next morning before taking a car back to the village.

……

Day two.

The roof tiles were delivered to the end of the village early in the morning.

After breakfast, Chen Youjin led the three young men to the dilapidated house that Zhao Yan was renting.

The two looked honest and unassuming, not like talkative people.

The other one Zhao Yan met yesterday was Chen Youjin's eldest son, Chen Hu.

Zhao Yan didn't think anything of it.

As long as you do your job well, she won't say much.

"Uncle Muramasa, thank you for your hard work."

Seeing that Zhao Yan didn't say anything, Chen Youjin waved his hand with satisfaction, "It's alright."

He urged the three stunned men, "Let's get to work."

The house is a brick and tile house, and the roofs of the three main rooms are somewhat leaky and need to be repaired.

The west wing is fine; it can be moved into after a little tidying up.

The kitchen on the east side suffered the most severe roof damage and took the longest to repair because it was used for cooking every day.

The main gate also needs to be rebuilt.

By the time everything was finished, it was already getting late.