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

Chapter 218 Processing Plant

The regimental commander returned with his squad at noon.

The group of dozens of people were all exhausted. When they returned, they were too tired to say a word and simply collapsed onto the ground...

However, the next second, Luan Dalong, Xiao Yong, and the others jumped up with strange cries.

Under the blazing sun, the wasteland was scorching hot.

Xin Nian spread out the walls of the space, using them as makeshift mats.

The battalion commander then groaned and collapsed next to his wife, not wanting to move a single finger.

"How's the road ahead?" the little devil asked, squatting down beside her father.

The regimental commander said weakly, "Couldn't you have let Xiao Xi check it out?"

And yet, my old father still had to go through all this trouble, sob sob sob.

"Little Xi, Little Xi," how come you call her so smoothly?

Xin Nian pursed her lips, "What you see in the spiritual world is like the world of lines. How can that be the same as conducting on-site research?"

"The people he sees are probably just small and large dots. As for the sorcerers, they'd probably glow in his mental world." So it's obvious at a glance how many sorcerers he can accurately identify.

The regimental commander wanted to cry and immediately quit his post.

The little devil was still squatting beside her, chattering away, "Dad, it's only the first day, and we've only traveled about twenty miles, less than fifty miles round trip."

The battalion commander tried to straighten up and spray her face. "No more than fifty li! You're making it sound so easy!"
In the end, it turned into a mournful cry of "My daughter~~".

Xie Ninglan's shoulders trembled, and she laughed silently.

She discovered that Old Xin was in an even worse situation than her...

“My dear daughter, it seems a bit inhumane for your father to suffer like this at his age.”

"Father, you're not eighty now. You're not even forty yet."

“My dear daughter, your dad is so tired from running around that his feet hurt, his head hurts, his body hurts, and his eyes are blurry.”

Xin Nian grasped her father's wrist and transferred a tiny bit of healing power to him.

The regimental commander glared at the girl, his beard bristling, and exclaimed, "You're being way too stingy!"

They're incredibly stingy!
That healing power was so faint, almost imperceptible, that it was practically nonexistent!
Xin Nian grinned at her father, "Dad, you can't always rely on external forces. You have to work hard yourself, circulate your energy to recover, and repeat this cycle to achieve greater results."

“My daughter is right. Lao Xin, you’re just too lazy.” Xie Ninglan chimed in from the side, “My daughter wants you to exercise because she cares about you. Look at you now, you eat and sleep all the time, and you’ve got a little belly.”

Xin Wenyuan, making an indecent gesture, tried to lift his clothes, saying, "Wife, I don't have a little belly."

He's so much thinner now than he was back in modern times!

"Alright, I'll send you a little bit more. You should get some rest." Xin Nian sent a little more healing power to her father and then asked, "How are the road conditions?"

"It was fairly flat, with no high slopes. But we didn't see a single water source along the way."

Xin Nian nodded. "I just recruited six new people. I'll have Chen Ling bring them to you to see later."

"Huh?" Xin Wenyuan turned to look at his wife. "What happened? Tell me."

This young girl wouldn't do anything without a reason; she inexplicably took in six people—she must have some extraordinary abilities.

Xie Ninglan then whispered the story to him.

Xin Wenyuan became somewhat interested. "Where is he? Bring him over so I can take a look."

The team has gained two more earth-type ability users, which is a good thing.

"My daughter said that the three of them are not of high rank, generally around the second rank."

"That's pretty good," Xin Wenyuan muttered to himself.

How many little prodigies like his daughter are there in the world? Most are just ordinary, unremarkable people.

It seems that not many people acquire supernatural abilities by chance these days.
A day later, the team leader led his squad back on a run, bringing back a message.

There were no checkpoints at the entrance to Yangzhu Town.

The group quickened their pace and arrived at Yangzhu Town.

At a glance, I saw many people wandering around the ruins, searching for things.

These homeless men and women, sitting or lying on the ruins, had utterly empty eyes when they saw them pass by.

Xin Nian and the others did not want to cause any further trouble, so they led a group of people forward quickly.

"Where?" Han Zhao asked, looking down at the King Yu who was lying on the plank.

The latter quickly pointed ahead, "We need to take a shortcut, we have to go to the back of the mountain."

The mountain behind Yangzhu Town was scorched bare by a wildfire long ago, and now the mountaintop is charred black and desolate, with not a blade of grass growing.

"That underground hot spring pool you mentioned..."

"Oh, that place is in a completely different location from the gold mine and processing plant, one in the south and one in the north. You want to go to the hot springs first?"

"Oh, no need. Let's go to the processing plant first." Han Zhao smiled and nodded to King Yu. "Thank you for leading the way, King Yu."

"No trouble at all, it's no trouble at all." King Yu honestly gave them directions, and the group climbed up the mountain along the charred mud bricks.

They encountered many homeless people along the way. Some quietly observed their group, while others followed beside them, looking around as they went.

The group members felt a little uneasy.

No one dared to say much. The women and children walked in the middle of the procession, and everyone clutched their bundles tightly, keeping their heads down and walking quickly, avoiding any eye contact with the homeless people.

"They have food in their bags!" someone shouted hoarsely, and seven or eight homeless men from both sides suddenly rushed towards the crowd.

In the blink of an eye, Xie Ninglan released her vine and lashed out several times, sending the two vagrants who were leading the disturbance flying.

"Ahhh!" A series of screams rang out as the group fell to the ground in disarray, looking like they were about to suffer serious head injuries.

It seems nothing happened.

The homeless man sat on the ground, still shaken. He felt as if he had been swept into the air. He had fallen from such a height, yet he hadn't been seriously injured.

Xie Ninglan naturally couldn't kill these people; she only drove them away.

Xin Nian grabbed Xiao Jinzhi and dashed to the back of the line.

The Zhoucun villagers who were traveling with them all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Miss Xin Liu and His Highness the Crown Prince come to cover their retreat.

Seeing the homeless people staggering towards him from all directions of the ruins, Xin Nian raised his hand and moved out a huge pile of wheat bran, piling it up high.

The homeless men who had caught up with them couldn't help but rub their eyes, somewhat unable to believe their own.

Is it grain?
They rushed forward, howling, their eyes completely drawn to the mountain of grain, and they all grabbed handfuls of the coarse grain.

Xin Nian pulled Xiao Jinzhi and turned to leave.

Xiao Jinzhi quietly asked her, "Is it food with energy?"

“No, it’s from what I collected before.” She emptied the wheat bran she had found in the apocalypse from the sack to store wheat bran produced by the farm.

These loose, randomly thrown-away items don't contain any energy.

She didn't have many burlap sacks or cloth bags, and modern canvas bags, plastic bags, and snakeskin bags weren't very convenient to bring here.

You can only find a slightly flat spot to throw it anywhere.

"Are you short of cloth bags? I have plenty here." Xiao Jinzhi said, pulling out a large handful of cloth bags of various sizes.

Xin Nian reached out and took it, smiled at him, and teased, "Why do you collect everything?"

Could he say he learned it from her? Xiao Jinzhi sighed helplessly.

"The processing plant is just ahead."