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

Chapter 189 Your Highness is beautiful and kind-hearted

Once outside the city, the landscape was utterly desolate.

Everyone stared at the scorched, blackened earth before them, feeling a sense of dread.

Old Man Zhou's youngest son, Zhou Nong, followed behind his father with his mother on his back. He hesitated before speaking, "Dad, look at how badly the land has been burned. Will we be able to find a clean water source later?"

What Zhou Nong said was exactly what everyone was most worried about.

Old Man Zhou shook his head, his expression resolute, "No, we can definitely find a water source underground."

"Dad, are you that confident?"

Old Man Zhou smacked his lips. "I have confidence in the adults."

"Think about it, the governor arranged for us to hide underground, which saved us from this calamity. Isn't that incredibly fortunate?"

"Since the adults are leading the way, it must be a decision they made after discussing it. We don't understand anything, so we'll just follow along."

Several of Zhou's nephews and nieces nodded in agreement.

Wang Ermao stepped on a patch of scorching red soil, wincing in pain and repeatedly shaking his leg.

"Be careful when you walk, this thing is terribly hot." Wang Damao said irritably, pulling his younger brother along.

He bent down and carefully wrapped a small piece of charred gravel in a cotton cloth.

Wang Ermao came closer to take a look, baring his teeth, "I'm afraid it won't be able to be farmed here for at least three to five years, right?"

Wang Damao threw away the piece of gravel and saw a mother and daughter lagging behind at the back of the group, bending over to shovel dirt.

They seemed to have shoveled two or three basins of waste soil along the way, but I don't know what their purpose was.

Xin Wenyuan and his party did not walk very fast.

The wasteland was uneven and bumpy, making walking quite tiring.

But no matter how tired they were, they had to keep going. No one in front told them to stop, and no one behind them dared to utter a sound.

Now that the rhythm of sunrise and sunset has returned to normal, the villagers of Zhoucun thought they would definitely be able to find a place to rest at night.

Unfortunately, the adults remained silent, so everyone could only grit their teeth and persevere.

A light came from ahead, and a small ball of light was passed into Old Man Zhou's hand.

He held the small ball with great curiosity, looking at it from all angles.

The boys of Zhoucun also gathered around the small ball that was emitting light, watching it intently.

A voice came from ahead, "No rest tonight."

After learning about the situation, the village chief of Zhoucun came back and told everyone, "The team leader said that we had rested long enough in the underground parking lot, so we should take advantage of the slightly lower temperature at night to walk a bit further. We will rest again tomorrow depending on the situation."

"Commander?"

"Yes, they call the team leader 'group leader'."

"Oh, oh." Everyone nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

We were told to continue our journey into the night, so there was no other way; no one wanted to fall behind, so we had to grit our teeth and keep up.

As the night wore on, the group vaguely heard the sound of hooves, and for a moment they thought they were hallucinating.

Hoofbeats? There's not a hair to be seen around here, where could any plants or animals possibly be?

Old Man Zhou raised the ball of light in his hand high.

Everyone looked in the direction of the light, and Wang Ermao exclaimed, "Brother, brother, look! It's...it's a mule caravan?"

"What?"

This is truly bizarre! We've only been out of Binzhou for a day, and we've already encountered a live mule caravan?

Han Lixing hurriedly found Xin Nian, who was lagging behind the group, and said, "Sixth Miss, His Highness said that the mule caravan delivering the grain has arrived. He wants us to go over and count and receive it."

"what!"

Han Li urged, "Don't just stand there! His Highness has arranged for grain delivery teams along the way, this should be the first batch. It's been prepared for a long time!" Xin Nian quickly pulled her mother, Xie Ninglan, and ran towards the mule caravan in the distance.

"My daughter~~" Xin Wenyuan called out upon seeing this.

"Father, you continue on your way. We'll be right back."

The three men ran to the mule caravan, which had fifteen cartloads of goods.

"So many?" Xin Nian was both happy and surprised.

"Well, His Highness decides whether to divide the property or not, and how to divide it. You, Miss, can make the decision yourself; there's no need to ask him."

"Oh my, these are all baked flatbreads, right?" Xie Ninglan touched several bulging bags, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

Flatbread is good; it saves everyone the trouble of cooking or baking it on the road.

Xin Nian opened a bag and grabbed a handful of rice grains from it.

"Mother, look. This is millet cooked into rice, then stir-fried, and it's ready to eat."

"Oh, I get it, I get it. This is the millet rice that ancient soldiers often ate when they went to war. It's easy to carry and tastes alright. One small bag can last for several days and keep you full."

Xin Nian tugged at her mother.

Forget about ancient people, you yourself are an ancient person now.

Xie Ninglan coughed lightly and looked with a smile at the young man standing upright in front of the mule cart.

There were two young men in the car, making a total of thirty people.

After handing over the grain to Xin Nian and registering, the thirty people respectfully clasped their hands in a fist salute to them and left in an orderly fashion.

"Hey, where are they going?" Xie Ninglan was always worried about the young man.

Han Li smiled and said, "Don't worry, Madam. They will return to the camp to report after completing their mission. If there are any other arrangements later, the higher-ups will give instructions."

"Oh, oh." Xie Ninglan glanced at the departing figures of the young men with a sigh.

What kind people they are, sending them so much food from so far away!
Xin Nian packed up the twelve mule carts in one go, looked at the dumbfounded Han Li, and smiled.

"Let's do this for now, each of us will lead a mule cart back." This grain was made according to military ration standards, and it was very filling, enough to feed everyone in the regiment for five or six days.

Han Li paused for a second, then quickly nodded.

His Highness said that everything was up to the Sixth Miss's wishes, and he was just a gofer and had no other opinions.

Xin Nian and the other two, each leading a mule cart, returned to the regiment.

The little girl handed the mule cart rope to Old Xin, grinned at him, and said, "I want to say a few words to Little Jinzi."

"That's reliable! Your Highness has brought them so much grain again," Xin Wenyuan thought with deep emotion.

When Xin Nian found His Highness the Crown Prince in the middle of the group, she saw him looking like he was about to die, being supported by Zhu Yan as he walked and sighed.

The young girl felt a pang of sympathy upon seeing him. His Highness was handsome and kind-hearted, and had been trying his best to deliver food to the troops all the way; she couldn't let him fall ill.

In the blink of an eye, Ling Luo saw the little demoness whirl past them like the wind, heading straight for Xiao Jinzhi.

"Little Jinzi, are you alright?" Xin Nian raised her hand to support the listless Crown Prince, glancing at Zhu Yan Liu Huo beside her.

Liu Huo hurriedly said, "Oh, it's nothing, it's nothing. It's just that His Highness seems to have suffered from heatstroke, and he seems a bit listless."

Xin Nian quickly took the Crown Prince's pulse and breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness, there's nothing seriously wrong."

"How about we go rest for a while?"

"Isn't that a bit inappropriate?" Xiao Jinzhi glanced at Xin Nian with a pitying look.

"What's wrong? We'll rejoin the team later. You're suffering from heatstroke! It's normal to need a rest."

Zhu Yanliuhuo hurriedly handed the prince, whose wicked scheme had succeeded, to Xin Nian, and both of them said in a serious tone, "Thank you for your trouble, Sixth Miss."

The two disappeared into the crowd in an instant.

Ling Luo couldn't help but grind her teeth. "He can get heatstroke? He's as strong as an ox, I just don't believe it!"