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

Zhao Yan led Zhao Yunchen and a few other children to gather firewood nearby, while Tian Xiu'e and Yang Sanlang were in charge of curing wolf meat in the cave.

After two days of hard work, all ten wolves' meat was made into jerky.

Yuan Gang tanned all ten wolf pelts within the next two days.

He didn't hide from the crowd when he was tanning wolf skins. Zhao Yan was eager to learn, so she surrounded Yuan Gang and asked him all sorts of questions.

She still has a few wild wolves in her storage cabinet; she'll take them out and tan them once she's settled down.

When Yang Sanlang saw her bright and beautiful smile, his heart trembled violently.

What should he do if his wife becomes more and more beautiful and charming?

After staying in the cave for two more days, everyone unanimously decided to continue northward.

By this time, the poison in Yang Sanlang's body had been completely removed, and the knife wound on his back had scabbed over. Apart from the scratch on his shoulder from the wolf king, he could travel during the day without much trouble.

The troublesome one is Chen An.

His legs hadn't fully healed, so he couldn't walk and could only sit or lie half-reclined in the carriage.

Yuan Gang used some of the medicinal herbs he brought from Miao An Tang to treat Yang Sanlang and Chen An, and the rest, all of which could be made into pills, were made into pills by Yuan Yutang.

The remaining pills that couldn't be made were all wrapped in oilcloth by Yuan Yutang and placed at the innermost part of the carriage.

Larger items such as bedding, quilts, pots and pans were also placed in a corner of the carriage.

There was also oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea, wild vegetables, fried dough sticks, cakes, and all kinds of dried meat. These were also wrapped in oilcloth and stuffed into a basket by Zhao Yan and placed on the carriage.

Yuan Yutang offered Zhao Yan half of the tanned wolf pelts, but Zhao Yan politely declined with a smile, only accepting the pelts from the three wolves she had killed, which had been cut in half.

The wolves she killed were all cut in half with a single stroke, not enough to make wolfskin clothes, but probably only enough to make a few pairs of wolfskin boots.

Yuan Yutang then handed the wolf king's pelt to Yang Sanlang.

Yang Sanlang thanked Yuan Yutang for taking care of his family, and after asking Zhao Yan's opinion, he presented the wolf king pelt to Yuan Yutang as a token of respect.

"Uncle Yuan, thank you for saving our lives. This is a gift from Yan'er and me to you. Please accept it."

Zhao Yan's lips twitched almost imperceptibly when she heard what the man said.

If you're going to express your gratitude, then express it. Why bring her into this?

She wanted to thank Uncle Yuan, and she would express her gratitude herself; she didn't need him to do it on her behalf.

However, considering their current relationship, she said nothing, which was tantamount to acknowledging the man's words.

"Hehe, alright then, I'll take this wolf pelt."

Seeing that Zhao Yan did not object, Yuan Yutang happily accepted the wolf king skin.

The wolf king pelt is tanned very well; the silvery-white fur is flawless, soft and smooth to the touch, making it an absolute gem.

I'll make a vest for each of the kids; it'll be warm and comfortable.

There wasn't much left.

The carriage was covered with two thick layers of cotton quilts, so Chen An didn't feel much of a bumpy ride when he lay down on it.

When Yuan Yutang and the younger children got tired, they would occasionally get on the bus to rest.

Yang Xiaomi was initially afraid of Yang Sanlang, but perhaps because of their blood ties, their relationship became intimate at a visible speed during this period of time.

Zhao Xiaomi hardly ever walked; she was either sitting in a carriage or being held in Yang Sanlang's arms.

Sometimes, Zhao Yan couldn't bear to watch, so she would take her daughter from Yang Sanlang's arms and carry her away.

He's nominally her husband, after all. If something were to happen to him, Xiaomi would be heartbroken.

She was concerned about Yang Sanlang's health, but this led Yang Sanlang to misunderstand that she still harbored feelings for him.

Therefore, whenever Zhao Yan looked over, Yang Sanlang would smile at her from the bottom of his heart, and his words would become bolder and more passionate.

Sometimes "Yan'er", sometimes "Sister Yan"...

Even more surprisingly, he might involuntarily call her "wife"...

Whenever this happened, Zhao Yan couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.

Little did Yang Sanlang know that he was blind and insensitive, and he failed to see Zhao Yan's true thoughts, still calling her "Yan'er," "Sister Yan," and "Wife."

Forget it.

Call him whatever you want.

Zhao Yan silently complained to herself: As long as they don't lay a hand on her, calling her name won't hurt her.

Call.

Call me whatever you want.

They strolled through the mountains and forests as if it were a game, unaware of the dire straits the villagers of Chenjiagou were in.

On the official road leading to Yizhou, hundreds of villagers from Chenjiagou, covered in dust and dirt, hid in a small grove of trees by the roadside, all looking wary.

That's right.

In the end, these people gritted their teeth and chose to escape.

The reason was simply that an epidemic broke out in Yong'an County and Baima Town.

The magistrate of Yong'an County packed up his belongings and left with his family at the very beginning of the plague outbreak. Why would these ordinary people not flee and wait to be infected?

Chenjiagou is sandwiched between the two, and it is virtually impossible for it to avoid being affected.

In order to survive, the remaining hundred or so villagers of Chenjiagou hastily discussed their options, packed their belongings hastily, and fled overnight.

They didn't take much food with them when they left.

After traveling for half a month, I've basically run out of food.

In the past two days, many villagers have been digging for wild vegetables and tree bark to fill their stomachs as they walk.

If you're lucky, you might even catch a pheasant in the woods by the roadside to satisfy your craving.

The Yang family wasn't so lucky.

When Yang Zhangshi asked Yang Erlang to go to town to buy grain, Yang Erlang was frightened by the pile of dead bodies outside the city gate and refused to go no matter what.

Another day passed, and Yang Zhangshi's mouth was so bland she could swallow a whole pig whole. She couldn't stand eating wild vegetables every day, so she dragged Yang Dalang along and, despite her fear, ran into Baima Town.

At that time, Baima Town had just been hit by a flood, and all the grain shops and other shops were severely damaged.

Fortunately, all the grain in the grain shop was stored in sacks. When the flood came, the shopkeeper immediately ordered his employees to tie the sacks shut, thus preventing the grain from being washed away.

However, the various grains in the sack had been soaked in the flood for a long time, and by the time Yang Zhangshi went to buy them, the ground grains, such as wheat flour and black flour, were no longer edible.

Other grains like millet, soybeans, black beans, red beans, and wheat can still be consumed.

Without hesitation, Yang Zhangshi bought one and a half ounces of grain.

She took the remaining half ounce and bought coarse salt from the salt shop.

Two days after buying the grain, the family fled with the villagers.

Even though Yang Zhangshi was very frugal, the grain she bought was all eaten up two days ago.

At this moment, Yang Erlang hunched over and hid beside Yang Zhangshi, his unshaven face filled with fear.

"Mother, what do we do now? There are so many refugees outside!"

Along their journey, they encountered several incidents of refugees robbing grain.

They were lucky enough to evade it every time.

However, this time, they were not so lucky.

It was obvious that the refugees on the official road were coming for these hundred or so people, with about thirty of them.

Among the refugees, the leader was a fierce-looking man.

He was tall and muscular, with a deep scar running from his brow bone down to his chin on his right cheek.

He looks fierce.