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

Chapter 211 Rest
Ling Luo hurriedly steadied her good brother, who was almost falling over, and frantically comforted him, "Yan Xi, Yan Xi, don't panic. Sixth Miss said she would let you off the hook, so she definitely won't harm you again."

How could Yan Xi not be terrified?

In just a quarter of an hour, Cai Zhenhua was turned into a mindless and tireless doll by the little girl.

If it were him...

He'd rather die!

But often, in the hands of a young girl, even death might be a luxury.

Lingluo glanced at her good brother, who was breathing rapidly and looking pale, and quickly helped him find a broken wall to sit against.

"Prefect Lu said that we will rest and recuperate in Tongxian for the next two days. Everyone should take a good rest and use the rest of the time to speed up the production of insoles."

“We need to do more! This ground is getting hotter and hotter. It’s hard to walk if you get burned.”

Not only are my feet burning, but now even my buttocks are burning hot when I sit down...

But Yan Xi felt that she had no strength at all, and it was difficult for her to even stand up.

What are you two doing here?

It was a clear, crisp, and pleasant voice, yet it startled Yan Xi, making her tremble slightly.

Lingluo was also startled.

Looking up, they saw Miss Xin Liu standing in front of them, her face expressionless, blocking most of the sunlight.

Her pretty, rosy face was backlit, and her eyes stared at them with a sinister gaze, which looked somewhat eerie and frightening...

Linglu's tongue was tied; she uttered "I" twice, unsure of what to say next.

Xin Nian squatted down in front of the two of them, glanced at Yan Xi, whose thin lips were slightly pursed and whose face was pale, and suddenly reached out to him.

Yan Xi shrank back almost reflexively.

Behind him was a dilapidated wall, half of which was about to collapse. Perhaps his movement was too forceful, but with this impact, the wall collapsed completely with a loud crash...

That's quite a commotion!
Everyone around them turned to look at them.

Xin Nian's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, which was... a little awkward.

"Heh, you tried to be helpful for no reason and got rejected..." Chi Jue floated past Xin Nian like a ghost and made a sarcastic remark.

Xin Nian coughed softly to hide her embarrassment.

"His face looks so pale, like a ghost. Let's see if he's sick again." Xin Nian grabbed Yan Xi's wrist and took his pulse with a blank expression.

Fortunately, the pulse was quite strong, but it was beating erratically with varying strength, which is probably a sign of heart palpitations, shortness of breath, and some heart problem.

Seeing his pale face, Xin Nian seriously advised, "Do you have a heart condition? You're so young, you should seek treatment as soon as possible. Don't hide your illness and avoid seeking medical help."

Ling Luo really wanted to retort to her, "If you weren't scary and didn't appear out of nowhere, would Yan Xi be so panicked?"

He only dared to secretly criticize Xin Nian in his heart, but dared not say it out loud.

"Don't die! Since you're resting these past two days, take good care of yourself. You're so young and always sickly, without a trace of vitality, you look like you came from the underworld." Xin Nian cursed and complained with a look of disgust.

Linglu was furious, but dared to talk back, "You beat me every other day, no wonder my health is failing."

Xin Nian glanced at him and tossed him two small bottles of 15ml healing water. "What's been happening at the Wu family's place?"

Yan Xi calmed down slightly and replied, "The Wu family just mingled with the poor and received food and water. They don't dare to get too close to you, and are currently rummaging through the ruins half a mile away."

"Young Master Wu just got into another fight with his aunt, and he got several scratches on his face. He kicked his aunt to the ground and left her in the ruins, wailing. Nobody in the family paid any attention to her."

"Scumbag." Xin Nian snorted. "Alright, I know. You don't need to pay attention to them anymore."

They're a bunch of good-for-nothings; there's no need to waste your energy on them.

She thought these people would blend into the crowd and cause trouble, but it turns out they only had that much courage and didn't dare to be the first to stick their necks out. At least they had some brains.

When Xin Nian returned to the fourth branch of the family, her father was already fast asleep, snoring softly. After traveling day and night for more than half a month, everyone was exhausted. As soon as they heard they could have a couple of days of rest, they couldn't wait to find a place to relax and catch up on sleep.

Xin Nian squatted down next to her older brother Xin Mochen, whispered a few words to him, and then pulled her mother behind the ruins and slipped into the farm.

The mother and daughter each went to different places and took a comfortable shower.

When Xin Nian came out of her afternoon nap, her mother was still busy working on the black soil.

Comrade Xie Ninglan has been planting yams these past few days, one crop after another, keeping the black soil busy every day.

Looking at the yams scattered on the ground, he grinned from ear to ear.

"Daughter, come here quickly." Xie Ninglan held her precious potted orange tree and waved to her.

"Taste it."

These ornamental tangerine trees usually bear rather sour and astringent fruit. Xin Nian didn't have high hopes at first, but she found that this tangerine tree was growing really well, not only with a lot of fruit, but also with each fruit being quite large.

After trying one, Xin Nian found it quite sweet.

"Wow, it's not bad, Mom. It tastes even sweeter than tangerines."

Xie Ninglan winked at her, "Look at this dirt."

"Did you sprinkle some black soil in there?"

"You even used your stream water to irrigate it, haha, isn't your mother a genius?"

Xin Nian nodded repeatedly.

"Alright, Mom won't talk to you anymore. I'm busy. I still need to cultivate new potted scallions and garlic, hehe. Go play by yourself."

Comrade Xie Ninglan waved her away and turned to leave on her own.

Xin Nian was both amused and exasperated.

"Mother, remember to build two more warehouses today."

"Okay, I'll do it when I have time."

Xin Nian specifically looked for an empty warehouse to work on, choosing the first floor of warehouse number eight.

They moved tables, chairs, benches, a basket of mortars and pestles, and medicinal herbs onto the table and began an immersive process of making poison powder and venom.

During their breaks, everyone worked overtime to produce heat-insulating insoles.

Xin Nian and Xie Ninglan were not idle either; one was busy in the fields, and the other was so engrossed in making drugs that she forgot to eat and sleep.

The two five-tiered bamboo shelves were now filled with a dazzling array of poisons, powders, liquids, and incense, covering everything from head to toe, from corroding internal organs to paralyzing nerves—truly a complete selection.

Xin Nian's immersive work in the farm warehouse for over twenty hours every day has paid off; a quick glance reveals remarkable results.

The first floor of Warehouse No. 8 has become Xin Laoliu's temporary workroom and dormitory.

She was facing two wooden windows. What was originally a single workbench had evolved into three long workbenches and a small round table, all crammed with various tools and materials.

A movable swivel chair moved her around, back and forth, left and right.

Xie Ninglan set up a row of foam boxes next to the black soil, so that she could take care of her scallions and garlic while also secretly watching what the girl was doing.

After finishing the last bit of work, the little girl slipped away to the single bed next to her to catch up on some sleep.

When she woke up, Xie Ninglan rushed over to her, saying, "There seems to be some noise outside, let's go out and take a look."

Xin Nian grabbed a bag of walnut kernels, pulled her mother along, and stepped out of the farm.

It was completely dark outside.

The crowd was in chaos, and Lao Xin was leading his men at the front, pushing through the fighting crowd.