Severed ties and living in a dilapidated house? No worries, the poor thing has a space.

Fang Xin gently lowered the curtain, sat up straight, and quickly concealed the trace of reluctance that was hard to hide in her expression.

She slightly raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a faint smile, burying the emotions deep within her heart.

At this moment, a delicate aroma of tea quietly filled the carriage.

Fang Xin was drawn to the aroma, and as her gaze swept around, she saw Fang Yu brewing tea on a small, exquisite stove.

Fang Xin leaned forward slightly, her beautiful eyes fixed on Fang Yu's slender hands that were constantly stirring the tea, and asked curiously, "Sister, I've noticed you've been brewing tea a lot lately. Have you discovered some new and interesting way to make money?"

Fang Yu smiled slightly, her hands still moving, and replied softly, "Yes and no."

As she spoke, she poured the freshly brewed tea into a teacup and handed it to Fang Xin, saying, "Xin'er, why don't you take this opportunity to try it?"

Fang Xin happily accepted the hot tea, first carefully inhaling its enticing aroma, then taking a small sip.

As soon as the tea touched her tongue, its rich flavor burst forth. She nodded in satisfaction and said, "Hmm, it tastes good! I'll try it too."

So the mother and her two daughters sat around in the carriage, their laughter and chatter filling the air.

Sometimes, they would focus on learning the techniques of making and brewing tea together; other times, Li would hold her embroidery and patiently explain the intricacies to her two daughters as she sewed; and more often, Fang Xin would quietly hold a book and read attentively.

And so, the mother and her two daughters explored all sorts of knowledge and skills together along the way.

What was originally a monotonous and tedious journey was now filled with warmth and joy, more like a family outing.

They continued their journey without stopping, stopping to rest whenever they passed a town or village, and buying some dry food and daily necessities to replenish their packs.

The days passed in this intermittent manner for ten days.

Neither Fang Xin nor Li Shi showed much signs of fatigue.

On the contrary, the two of them seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the trip, with a relaxed and carefree expression on their faces the whole time.

Although the weather was quite cold, thankfully, the sky had been clear and sunny every day for the past few days, which brightened people's moods.

"Whoa!"

Just then, Xin Jiyan, who was driving the carriage outside, suddenly shouted to stop and pulled the reins tightly, causing the carriage to come to a sudden stop.

Due to inertia, several people in the carriage leaned forward involuntarily and almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Fang Yu, who was sitting near the door, reacted quickly and caught Li Shi beside her.

Meanwhile, Yan'er reacted quickly and grabbed Fang Xin in time, which helped everyone regain their balance and prevented a messy situation.

"What happened?"

Sitting by the door, Yan'er reached out and lifted the curtain to look outside and asked a question.

As she lifted the curtain high, the sight that came into view startled everyone. A large group of ragged refugees had gathered not far ahead.

These people were dressed in tattered clothes, patched upon patched, and almost all of them had sallow complexions, were emaciated, and had their hair disheveled, covering their faces, as if they had not washed or groomed themselves in a long time.

Upon closer inspection, their winter clothes, meant to protect them from the cold, were tattered and torn, with large and small tears everywhere, rendering them completely ineffective in keeping out the cold.

At first glance, it was filled with figures, a huge number of them.

They thronged around the carriage like a tide, their voices trembling, whether from the bitter cold or from prolonged hunger.

"Please have mercy on us, have pity on us, give us some food..."

The cries of pleas rose and fell, like shouts from the depths of hell, heartbreaking to hear.

Sitting in the car, Li subconsciously gripped Fang Yu's hand beside her, a hint of worry showing between her brows.

Fang Yu sensed Li's tension and gently comforted her, "Xin'er, you and your mother stay in the carriage and don't be afraid. I'll get out and take a look."

Upon seeing this, Yan'er, who was following closely behind Fang Yu, quickly and gently lowered the carriage curtain, creating a barrier that separated the inside of the carriage from the outside world.

Xin Jiyan alighted from the carriage and quickly scanned the group of refugees.

Looking at the haggard, emaciated faces before him, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow, and a strange emotion welled up in his heart.

He composed himself and raised his voice, asking, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

However, his words went unanswered, like a stone sinking into the sea.

"Please give me some food...please, please give me some food..."

The refugees continued their desperate pleas, ignoring Xin Jiyan's questions.

At this moment, they were so hungry that they had lost their minds, and their only thought was food.

Seeing this, Fang Yu frowned slightly and turned to Yun Jie beside him, instructing, "Bring us the dry rations we brought and distribute them to them."

Upon hearing this, Yun Jie hurriedly turned around to fetch some dry rations.

As soon as Yun Jie took out the rations, the group of refugees, who had been relatively quiet, suddenly went berserk and swarmed towards them, each one baring their teeth and claws, trying to snatch the life-saving rations.

A commotion arose from the crowd, and an elderly, frail woman was seen leading a young child with difficulty.

The people around them, pushing and shoving wildly, completely disregarded their safety, and it looked as the old man and the child were about to be knocked to the ground by the surging crowd.

In the blink of an eye, a figure arrived like lightning.

Xin Jiyan flashed forward and kicked the man who was about to rush up to Fang Yu and lead the shoving.

With a scream, the man was kicked away and fell heavily to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Xin Jiyan drew his sword without hesitation, the blade flashing coldly, pointing straight at the neck of the fallen man.

His face was contorted with rage as he roared, "No one is allowed to take it! Let the elderly and children have priority!"

His voice boomed like thunder in the air, instantly silencing the previously noisy and chaotic scene.

The people who were scrambling for the loot stared in terror at the sharp long knife in Xin Jiyan's hand, no longer daring to make a move.

Seeing that the situation was under control, Xin Jiyan slowly sheathed his sword.

He turned around, took the two sesame cakes from Yun Jie's hands, and strode towards the old woman and the child.

"Grandma, please eat it while it's hot," Xin Jiyan said gently, handing the sesame seed cake to the old woman.