My whole family time-traveled! I became a god during my exile in a famine.

Chapter 188 Soothing
The village chief nodded repeatedly, gritting his teeth and making up his mind, "Old man is right. Everyone, take your belongings and let's go together!"

The people of Zhoucun all followed suit.

Many people were still hesitant, but seeing so many more leaving, they panicked even more.

The Zhang sisters hid behind the crowd, peering out, their palms sweating with nervousness.

"What should we do, sis? Should we follow them?"

"With that fierce woman around, even if they follow us, they won't give us any food for nothing. Do you really want to become their maid?"

"What should we do? Look at those people." Zhang Meimei clung tightly to her sister's arm and pointed to the fierce-looking burly men beside them.

"Who are you? This basement used to be our residence. What do you want?"

"Someone's stealing! Someone's stealing!"

Xin Wenyuan and his group hadn't gone far when they heard a chaotic chorus of shouts coming from the other side of the ruins.

Some of the more astute among them had already jumped into the basement, rushing to retrieve the stored grain.

Once the conflict starts, it can't be stopped.

The Zhang sisters were both anxious and unwilling. They looked up at the receding crowd and then at the men who were smashing things up nearby.

Sister Zhang took a deep breath and made a very bold and difficult decision: "We'll stay."

Zhang's younger sister glanced at her sister in a panic, "If we stay, what will we eat and drink?"

The elder sister shook off her younger sister's hand and gracefully walked towards a man who looked like a镖头 (bodyguard/escort), leaving behind a cold remark, "Sister, from now on, you can only rely on yourself."

Most people, for various reasons, don't really want to move.

Those who followed Xin Wenyuan's team numbered at most two hundred, of which more than one hundred were from Zhoucun Village.

The Wang brothers followed behind the villagers of Zhoucun.

As they walked, Da Mao's younger brother muttered to his older brother, "Brother, is it really the right thing to just follow them like this?"

"I think the vast majority of people choose to stay in the city."

"You don't know anything!" Wang Damao scolded his younger brother in a low voice, "With our skinny bodies, who can we beat?"

"If you stay, you'll have to fight for your livelihood with your fists. Just you wait and see, in less than three days, the prefectural city will turn into a ghost town."

"The most powerful among them will definitely scramble to seize the grain reserves. The rest, if they want to make a living under the bosses, will probably have to become slaves."

"Wait until the food and water are all gone. Hehe."

Wang Ermao shuddered, sensing a sinister undertone in his elder brother's chuckle.

"These slaves are all two-legged sheep. Sooner or later they will be bled dry and eaten without a trace."

"Big brother, is it really as scary as you say?"

Wang Damao gave his stupid brother a cold look. "What do you think? You can imagine what's even more terrifying."

Wang Ermao shook his head repeatedly; he didn't want to think about it, he dared not think about it.

"Brother, how did you guess that?"

"Is that even a guess? Anyone with a brain could figure it out."

"The earlier we leave, the better. It's especially safer to stay behind the adults' group."

"Brother, you're smart, I'll listen to whatever you say."

The group walked out of the long street and passed by a dilapidated and broken vegetable market.

The villagers of Zhoucun, with their sharp eyes, dug out two still-usable tables, chairs, and benches from the soil buried among the broken tiles, and carried one of them on their backs as they set off. The group picked up whatever they could find, taking anything they thought might be useful.

Seeing this, some people following behind the villagers of Zhoucun also began to actively pick through the rubble.

As I scavenged for scraps, the ground was uneven, ravaged by the fire, and I could still feel the warmth left by the embers under my feet.

The surrounding temperature had risen considerably. Xin Nian took out a thermometer and measured it, her expression grave. "Thirty-five."

Xie Ninglan was carrying a plastic bag filled with scorched waste soil.

She followed behind her daughter, walking unsteadily for a while, then looked back at the Zhoucun villagers trailing behind, and sighed deeply.

Those who ventured out of the area almost never knew where the road ahead lay.

But everyone knew perfectly well that if they couldn't get out of this situation, they would be doomed.

Xin Nian glanced at Chen Ling and Chang Mianmian walking ahead.

Chen Ling, leaning on her crutches, walked with difficulty across the uneven, scorched earth.

Chang Mianmian, on the other hand, kept her eyes closed, circulating her energy as she walked. Every now and then, she would condense a ball of water in her hand, which would then turn into ice mist and disperse.

As the icy fog dissipated, Dali, who was following Mianmian, hurriedly used the jar in his hand to collect the icing.

She felt heartbroken every time a tiny bit of ice slipped and fell to the ground.

Since advancing to the fourth rank, Mianmian has been incredibly diligent. Aside from sleeping, she tries to make the most of every moment, even while eating, to practice her ice-making skills.

Her hard work has yielded obvious results.

"Hey, yo yo yo yo!" Erdan in the group suddenly jumped up and down a few times.

The guards around him all looked at him. "What's wrong?"

"Hot, hot, hot! Watch your step!"

Xin Nian looked down and saw that some of the scorched earth was blood-red, and there were even tiny sparks dancing in it.

Xin Wenyuan rushed over to take a look and hurriedly sent a message down to warn everyone to be careful of the deep red scorched earth under their feet to avoid getting burned too badly.

"How are you? Can you still walk?"

Erdan grinned and forced a smile. "Okay, Commander, don't worry about me."

Xin Wenyuan glanced at him a few more times, still worried, and asked Wu Tian and Xiao Jia to take good care of him.

After leaving Binzhou, Xin Wenyuan went to find Xiao Jinzhi and asked for a map, which he looked at and muttered to himself.

"Looking at the map, we need to pass through several prefectures and counties, and also cross a rather treacherous canyon."

“Yes, it will take at least two months.” Liu Huo nodded, but then immediately reassured Lao Xin, “Fourth Master, don’t worry, my Highness will send people to deliver supplies and support us along the way, so it shouldn’t be too difficult.”

Upon hearing this, Xin Wenyuan's eyes lit up slightly. "So Your Highness has a large base in the Northern Wilderness now? I mean, you've already cleared out a piece of land in the Northern Wilderness and started construction?"

"Mmm." Xiao Jinzhi nodded obediently, but immediately shook his head. "Yes and no. We should have transported most of our things. As for the construction, Uncle and Niannian, you'll have to go over there. You'll have to take a look and decide on the specifics of how to build it."

Old Xin was very happy, feeling that this young man was nothing like that high and mighty prince, but just an ordinary junior.

Look how well you've said that! Let them make the decision!
Old Xin was delighted and patted the young man on the shoulder, saying, "Xiao Xiao, we've really had to rely on your help along the way."

Look at this family of young and old, burdened with so many children. His Highness the Crown Prince is providing both maps and manpower and resources. What a wonderful child! Such a rare find indeed.

Meanwhile, Dali was overjoyed as he switched to a third jar to collect the ice water that Mianmian had thrown away.

The girl said that watermelon tastes better when it's soaked in ice water to cool down.

Please ask the girl to make it for her later...