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

Chapter 318 A Message

After saying that, Xin Wenyuan went off to do other things.

Xin Nian first glanced at the things that had been dragged over, stood next to the recorder for a while and stared at them, before turning to look at Amon.

Did you bring food rations for your people?

"I brought it," Amon replied coldly, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.

If it weren't for the vast difference in strength, he certainly wouldn't have submitted to them so easily!
Xin Nian grabbed a handful of dry millet from the yellowish-brown burlap sack and rubbed it a couple of times. She noticed that the millet grains were mixed with a lot of sand and soil.

"What kind of millet is this?" The recorder lifted his eyelids to look at Amon. "How can you eat it if it's mixed with sand?"

"Why can't I eat it?" Amon said angrily.

These people from Great Xia are really something, talking without understanding the pain they're going through.

After giving away so much food and supplies, how much will they have left?

Without mixing in other ingredients, it wouldn't be enough to feed more than two thousand people for half a month.

Xin Nian was furious. "You brat, are you trying to make these people get sick?"

Everyone knows that you can't eat wasteland.

Of the three waste-eating patients she brought back earlier, one recently went mad and died.

The other two are also in very poor mental condition and could follow in their footsteps at any time.

The three individuals have undergone four phases of treatment, but there has been no breakthrough progress; in fact, their health is deteriorating.

It's easy to imagine what this kid's intention was in mixing waste soil into the millet grains.

Isn't the goal simply to drive his people mad at the same time and cause chaos at the base?
To everyone's surprise, Chief Amon was furious upon hearing Xin Nian's words, and said in a fit of rage, "Who would harm their own people?"

"Isn't this a last resort, a desperate measure?"

"I've already been foolish once by listening to King Yu's words, do you think I'll be foolish a second time?" Amon was furious, his words leaving no room for argument. "Letting my people charge recklessly on your territory, causing a thousand casualties to the enemy and eight hundred to the enemy themselves, will not benefit me at all!"

Moreover, he had already grasped the girl's strength. How could an ordinary person fight against a master with extraordinary skills?
Only a fool would continue to attack their camp unless absolutely necessary and with absolute certainty.

Xin Nian glanced at A Meng's expression and felt that he didn't seem to be lying.

“Alright, I guess you're right. But this millet mixed with wasteland can't be eaten. Go back and bring over some more grain.” Xin Nian turned to stare at Amon. “You must gather enough grain for a month. From now on, come and hand over your tribe's rations every month. Don't make us chase you for it.”

Ammon was furious, his eyes blazing with anger, yet he was helpless.

Xin Nian turned around and gave the recorder a few more instructions, then slapped Amon on the shoulder.

Just as the feeling of a mountain pressing down on his shoulders came, Amon felt his body lighten, and in the blink of an eye, he found himself at the entrance of a dungeon.

"Go in, the person is inside." Xin Nian waved her hand as if shooing away flies. "You only have fifteen minutes."

Amon gritted his teeth in hatred and went down the dark stone steps, where he saw Meng Lanyin locked in an iron cage.

Meng Lanyin leaned against the iron cage, half-dead, her head drooping and her eyes lifeless. When she noticed Amon walking in front of her, she didn't react at first.

"Yinyin." Only when Amon called out with a worried expression did Meng Lanyin suddenly raise her head, her eyes shining as she stared at Amon.

"Brother Ameng, please save me, please save me!" As soon as Meng Lanyin spoke, tears streamed down her face.

Xin Nian stood on the dungeon steps, coldly watching the two perform.

Meng Lanyin, looking delicate and frail, reached out her hand, and the two of them, separated by the iron cage, longed to hug each other tightly.

Xin Nian watched them shower her with PDA and felt disgusted by their cloying displays of affection. "Yin Yin, you've suffered so much, Yin Yin," A Meng cried out, holding Yin Yin's hand.

With tears in her eyes, Meng Lanyin gazed longingly at her savior. "Brother Ameng, please get me out of here! I beg you! I never want to stay in this iron cage again! Those Daxia people only give me one meal a day, and it's just plain porridge every time."

"I'm starving, Brother Amon, I'm so hungry!"

Through the iron cage, Amon held Meng Lanyin's hand tightly, "Don't be afraid, Lanyin, your brother Amon has brought you food."

As he spoke, he kept pulling out oil paper packets from his pocket and handing them all to Meng Lanyin, saying, "Eat quickly."

Meng Lanyin was really starved.

He tore off a piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth without any regard for appearances, while swallowing it and hiding the rest of the food in his pocket.

Amon was heartbroken to see his beloved girl suffering such a terrible torment.

He turned his head and glared fiercely at Xin Nian, "Tell me, how much compensation do we need to redeem Yin Yin?"

"Then it depends on Chief Ammon's sincerity."

Amon gritted his teeth and said, "From now on, we will give you 10% of what we grow on the new land."

“Thirty percent, no lower.” Xin Nian didn’t ask for an exorbitant amount.

But it was precisely her calm yet authoritarian and assertive tone that infuriated Amon.

The situation is now in his favor, and he seems to have no choice but to agree.

"Don't feel like you're losing out. We provided the seeds, and of course we'll teach you how to cultivate them quickly."

"In short, once you start making a profit, you won't have to worry about food for the next few years."

Amon gritted his teeth, "Ercheng, I'll give you another very reliable piece of big news."

"Oh?" Xin Nian became more interested. "What big news is it? Tell me about it first."

If it's just gossip and petty squabbles in the capital, it won't offset even a tenth of the new grain harvest.

Ammon took a deep breath. "I roughly know where Duke Xin and his son and grandson are being held."

**
After seeing Amon off, Xin Nian went to find his father and recounted everything Amon had said to him.

Is this news reliable?

“I told him that I needed to go to the place he mentioned first to verify whether what he said was true or false.”

Xin Nian paused for a moment, "But I feel he probably didn't lie to me. Their tribe has always lived on this side of the grasslands, and there have been many conflicts and frictions with Yanbei. It's normal for both sides to see each other as a thorn in their side and keep an eye on each other."

“Okay.” Old Xin nodded. “Then let Fatty and Mo Chen accompany you.”

“It’s alright, I’ve been there before. It’s right in the Yanbei Royal Court. Although the landscape is constantly changing and the Royal Court may have been replaced by mountains and valleys, I can still recognize it at a glance.”

Old Xin disagreed with him and emphasized again, "No, I definitely won't feel at ease if you go alone. You have to take Fatty and your brother with you at least."

Who knows if that kid Amon dug a big trap, waiting for his girl to jump in?
Hmph, one should always be wary of others.

Xin Nian nodded helplessly, "Alright, alright, I'll go find them."

As the father and daughter were talking, a patrol guard ran over and saluted. "Young lady," he said, "five men from Wen County have come to see you. They say they finally escaped with great difficulty and hope we can help them."

Xin Nian raised an eyebrow and had someone bring over the five disheveled young men.