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

"So what if you're dead? Look at you, acting like a coward! More than a hundred people have died in our village, and you weren't this scared."

Even though Yang Zhangshi tried to appear calm, she was secretly trembling inside.

How many people have died in Baima Town?

The corpses were piled up like small mountains.

Were they piled up outside the city just to scare people?

In this heat, aren't you afraid of the smell?

Yang Erlang's expression changed drastically when he recalled the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood he had seen. He got up and rushed towards the west wing.

He wouldn't be this afraid of one or two dead people, but these are hundreds or thousands of dead people.

He'd never seen anything like these things before in his life.

Don't say anything more, he's just scared.

Wang Feng timidly approached Yang Zhangshi and asked cautiously, "Mother, Erlang didn't manage to buy any grain. What will we eat?"

Don't tell her she's going to keep drinking the wild vegetable soup; she's about to throw up.

Yang Zhangshi said irritably, "Eat, eat, eat! All you know is how to eat! Or I'll give you the money so you can go buy some grain?"

After Erlang said that, Wang Feng was terrified and dared not take on this hot potato.

"Hehehe, Mother, even if I, a weak woman, can buy grain, I still need the ability to bring it home."

Her eyes darted around, and she suddenly pointed at Yang Dalang and his wife, who were standing there dumbfounded at the gate.

"Mother, I think my eldest brother is fine. Why don't we let him and his wife go to town to buy grain?"

She wouldn't do something that's thankless and exhausting.

She was just waiting to eat what was served.

Yang Zhangshi's eyes shifted slightly, and when she looked at Yang Dalang, her gaze suddenly turned cold.

Two good-for-nothings who only know how to eat and do nothing; if you hand over money to them, they'll just swindle it away.

"Hmph, if there's no food, then we'll starve."

Knowing Wang Feng's cunning and sly nature, she glanced at her with a gloomy look and warned her, "Second sister-in-law, it's already late afternoon, is your food ready?"

Wang Feng's heart skipped a beat.

"Um, Mother, I... I'll go start the fire and cook right away."

After saying that, he turned around and quickly slipped into the kitchen.

Wild vegetables, wild vegetables, wild vegetables!

Wild vegetable soup again!

There's not even a single grain of rice; what kind of meal is that?

While busy tending the fire, Wang Feng thought bitterly to herself: I should have encouraged Erlang to leave with Muramasa.

The fields were flooded and filled with silt, making it impossible to grow crops. The second half of the year was completely ruined.

The old witch is controlling the family's money, and now a lot of people have died in town. How are we going to survive?

I wonder where Muramasa and the others are? Can we catch up with them if we follow them now?

Leaving is better than starving at home.

Once that thought takes hold, it can never be suppressed.

While sleeping at night, Yang Erlang was awakened by the person tossing and turning beside him. He growled unhappily, "What are you doing? What are you doing in the middle of the night? Go back to sleep."

Wang Feng was so anxious that she couldn't help but kick Yang Erlang's butt.

"What are you doing?" Yang Erlang said angrily.

Wang Feng leaned closer and suddenly asked, "Erlang, aren't you tired of drinking wild vegetable soup every day?"

How could Yang Erlang not be tired of it?

But there's no other way.

He said irritably, "So what if it's greasy? We're lucky we have anything to eat. What more do you want?"

Wang Feng's soft voice rang in my ears.

"I want to leave. Jiro, I want to leave this place. There's no food, and people have died outside. I'm so scared. I'm afraid what Muramasa said will come true. Jiro, let's run away?"

It would have been better if she hadn't mentioned it, because the moment she brought up the dead, Yang Erlang felt as if there were restless ghosts everywhere in the darkness.

He shrank back and moved closer to Wang Feng, his voice trembling.

"Escape? How can you escape? Where can you escape to? Don't say such creepy things at night."

“Plague!” Wang Feng suddenly turned pale. “The village headman said he fears the plague from the south will spread north. Look, so many people have died in Baima Town. Were they all drowned in the flood? Didn’t any die from the plague?”

Baima Town is located on higher ground, so even if the flood was severe, it shouldn't have drowned so many people.

Wang Feng was most afraid of the plague.

I used to think that staying at home and not going anywhere would keep me safe.

But since the flood, there's no food left, and the crops in the fields are hopeless.

She felt that leaving was the right choice.

Yang Erlang's voice trembled with fear: "Don't, don't talk nonsense! What plague? Where is there any plague?"

He faced a pile of dead bodies today; if there were a plague, wouldn't he be the first to die?

He's a coward and doesn't want to die.

Terrified, he buried his head under the covers, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep quickly.

"Stop talking, go to sleep."

"coward."

Wang Feng snorted disdainfully and turned her head away.

How could she have ever fallen for such a jerk?!

……

In summer, the ancient trees in the mountains reach for the sky, and after the rain, clusters of wild mushrooms can be seen everywhere.

With the help of the system, Zhao Yan picked all sorts of wild fungus, wild shiitake mushrooms, wild white fungus, termite mushrooms, bamboo fungus, and even... well, the giant Chinese mushroom.

Zhao Yan didn't throw away the leftovers; she strung them together and hung them on both sides of the carriage to dry slowly into dried mushrooms.

When you want to eat it, just chop it up, throw it in the pot, and cook it.

No matter what kind of mushrooms they are, mushroom soup always tastes the same: fresh, fragrant, and delicious.

"If only we could find button mushrooms, that would be even better. No need for any seasoning, just wash them, put them in the oven, and when the time is up, mmm~~ the savory broth paired with the fresh aroma of the button mushrooms—mmm~~ it's an absolute perfect match!"

Thinking back to the roasted mushrooms she had eaten before, Zhao Yan suddenly felt that it was something from a past life.

Looking back, I realized that I've been here for almost two months now.

And she gradually adapted to her role as a mother.

Ugh, this damn time travel!

Zhao Xiaomi sat on the carriage shaft, tilting her head to look at Zhao Yan.

"Mom, what is a mushroom?"

"I know I know."

Zhao Yunjie raised his little hand and interjected, "Auntie, is 'mouth mushroom' the name of a kind of mushroom?"

Zhao Yan raised an eyebrow in surprise and gave a thumbs up without hesitation.

"That's right, 'koumo' is the name of a kind of mushroom. It's round and plump, white and looks very appetizing."

The children looked on with longing after hearing this.

"Want to eat?"

Zhao Yan asked deliberately, smiled, and then quickly shook her head, "Even if you want to eat them, there aren't any. Let alone mushrooms, even if we had them, I couldn't make them for you right now."

You need an oven to roast mushrooms, and those things require electricity; don't even think about it in this day and age.

"Oh, what a pity."

"Exactly, I thought I was finally going to have a delicious meal."

Zhao Yunjie and Yuan Tianbao looked extremely regretful, which was quite comical.

Zhao Yan laughed, which was rather unkind.

Chatting and laughing, they walked for another half day without stopping.

In the evening, they found a stream and a cave on the hillside not far away.