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

Chapter 292 Cold
"If you drink this water containing toxic elements for a long time, you will soon develop tumors on your face and body like him."

Xin Nian casually pointed to an old man with a tumor on his chin by the roadside. The man shifted uncomfortably and turned his face to the side.

"Take care of it while it's still salvageable. Don't wait until it's too late and there's no cure before trying to save yourself."

Ding, feeling depressed by her words, frowned deeply. "Miss, is this water truly poisonous?"

Xiao Jinzhi found him dawdling, "Just do what I tell you to do, why are you questioning me so much?"

"Also, do you have more than 1,500 people here?"

"Yes Yes."

"From now on, you'll be in charge. Manage this place well. Release the water source and complete the filtration pond by today. The people are struggling to find food and supplies in the ruins; don't spend all your time thinking about exploiting them."

Ding, the registrar, thought to himself, "It's not like I'm trying to seize the water source and exploit it. Isn't this all the idea of ​​the prefect's family?"
But when he met the Crown Prince's cold gaze, he dared not argue or say anything, and could only nod in agreement.

When Xin Nian left, she left everyone with a mountain of wheat bran.

She really has plenty of this stuff. These people are all in such a state, it's not unreasonable to give them some wheat bran to fill their stomachs.

When they returned to their original camp, everyone was busy with their own work.

Tian Xiaorui and her brother were incredibly skilled at making egg pancakes. Chang Mianmian would often scoop up half a torn pancake from the side, take a bite, and immediately shrink back from the heat.

Madam Chi, along with her maids, busied themselves sewing fur cushions.

Upon seeing them return, the group quickly packed up their belongings, their efficiency inspiring a sense of pride in Xin Nian...

This is her, the group that Xin Laoliu led.

Xin Nian walked to an open space to the side, raised her hand, and released the oxcart and horse-drawn carriage.

"Let's go, let's get going!" The group urged each other as they packed their bags.

Xie Ninglan scooped the egg pancake, still hot in the pan, into the solidified jelly, then picked up her youngest son and pushed him onto the horse.

The rest of the people rushed to the car, quickly boarded it, and put their bundles away.

Once everyone had arrived, the driver jumped onto the rickshaw, gave a shout, and set off first.

In the span of just five minutes, one car after another started moving.

This time, they passed through the North Pass very smoothly. The Wen County garrison there was so shocked when they saw that the leader was Xin Nian that they quickly opened the wooden fence and let the carriages and horses pass through. Everyone was a little dumbfounded.

Once the carriages and horses had gone far away, the two leaders couldn't help but sigh, "So many carriages and horses?"

Simply unbelievable.

After such a catastrophe, to still see so many vehicles and horses is almost a miracle.

Xin Wenyuan rode up with his wife and asked his daughter, "You were gone for so long, what happened?"

The young men who had just been guarding the gate looked at his daughter with eyes full of fear.

Her daughter must have done something big!

Xin Nian tugged at her hood. "We ran into Little Fatty's third brother."

The little girl reported this to her father, and Xie Ninglan couldn't help but laugh.

The daughter talked for a long time, focusing on how Little Fatty angered his third brother to death and dealt with the prefect's family, without mentioning anything about her... obviously she wanted Little Fatty to take the blame.

"There really are more than 1,500 people living in that place?" Old Xin found it hard to believe.

"Survive by digging through ruins? How much can they possibly find?" Three months have passed; they should have dug up everything they could have by now. "The registrar's words are probably somewhat reserved; we can't take them entirely at face value," Xin Nian waved her hand. "Think about it, with so many people in the entire border town, there must be more than one large granary. The place they're in now is very likely to have a Wenjun County granary underneath it."

Otherwise, what's the point of digging? That's what she was thinking anyway.

“That would be good if there was a way to survive.” Xie Ninglan nodded. “Then what are these Hutu barbarians they’re talking about?”

"I don't know, they just say they come to steal things every now and then. Fatty and Xiaochi should know something about it."

Fatty Xiaochi was indeed very familiar with this tribe, and he even spoke of it with great disdain.

Xiao Chi said, "These Hutu tribesmen are all hairy and fierce-looking. They snatch people whenever they see them. They especially like to snatch weak young girls like you. Stay away from them in the future."

Fatty nodded and said seriously, "I heard they eat everything, and when they're hungry they roast human legs."

As soon as Fatty said that, many of the team members around him glared at him with accusing eyes.

Chang Mianmian made a gagging expression.

I can't take it anymore. Just thinking about what Fatty said makes me lose my appetite for dinner...

"What do you look like?" Xin Nian asked.

"Looks, looks, all you care about is looks. Ugly, not good-looking at all," Xiao Chi said irritably. "Red eyebrows, green eyes, all weird shapes. A whole hairy face, I'm not exaggerating, even after three years you might not be able to see what they look like."

Xin Nian threw a piece of waste soil at him, saying, "Who's been coexisting with this?"

Xiao Chi tilted his head to the side, dodging the small, bumpy ball, and snorted, "These alien races eat raw meat and drink blood; it's best to avoid contact with them."

Xin Nian muttered to herself, "I've never heard of this before."

Only Xiao Jinzhi understood what she meant. She had traveled through time to the Yanbei Grassland before, and indeed, this tribe didn't exist back then.

"This tribe has been coming from the snow-capped mountains in recent years. They have occupied a lot of territory in Northern Yan, and the two sides are fighting fiercely."

This is also why Northern Yan has been relatively conservative in recent years. It is plagued by internal strife, with its five sons and three daughters fighting endlessly for the position, and it is also busy dealing with the Hutu tribe and other foreign peoples. It simply cannot spare the resources to deal with Great Xia.

After a night of wandering across the wilderness, if it weren't for the correct landmarks, Lao Xin would have wondered if they had gone to the wrong place again, given the vastness of the land.

After one night, the temperature dropped sharply again, and everyone felt that even a cotton-padded coat was not enough to keep out the cold. They quickly rummaged through their packs and put on whatever they could wear.

Fortunately, after traveling by cart and horse for the past few days, they have finally spotted the camp on the icy wasteland in the distance.

After running for a while, everyone was freezing in the midday heat, their noses running.

When Xin Nian saw that her horses and cattle were shivering from the cold, she quickly told everyone to get off the vehicle and took the vehicle and the cattle and horses away together.

Everyone walked to the camp without any complaints.

After all, they've been traveling by car for the past two days, and the oxen and horses are indeed exhausted.

Xin Wenyuan pulled his youngest son and ran ahead, stamping his feet as he ran, his feet freezing.

The closer you get to the Ice Wasteland camp, the more you can feel the biting cold.

Everyone propped themselves up with the tree trunks they had prepared beforehand, stuttering from the cold as they walked, their voices trembling, "It's so cold, it's really too cold."

Xin Nian silently took out a thermometer and measured the temperature.

Very good, minus six degrees Celsius.

The closer they got to the Ice Wasteland, the lower the temperature dropped by two degrees. By the time they reached the edge of the camp, they were shivering and using sticks and branches as support.

The temperature has plummeted to minus twenty degrees Celsius...