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Liu Tao'er was awakened by the cries and screams during the ransacking of her home.

The lingering smoke from the final fire at the Prime Minister's residence still lingered in his throat, and the piercing whip marks and excruciating pain from his exile journey still seemed to be branded on his back.

And amidst the swirling snow, the lifeless body of the boy was so stark and tragic.

She called his name again and again, but he just wouldn't wake up.

She starved and froze to death in that cold, snowy place.

All I could hear were the curses and scorn of the officers and soldiers.

"He should have died long ago..."

And they even made us suffer because of them!

"Stop yelling, let's go back and report!"

I don't want to stay in this godforsaken place for even a quarter of an hour.

"And the bodies of these two people..."

"Don't worry about it, the hungry wild animals will come smelling the scent soon."

She sat up abruptly in bed, her pajamas soaked with cold sweat.

Outside the window are the neon lights of a 21st-century city at night, and the clock on the wall points to four in the morning.

"It's that dream again." She gasped for breath, her fingers unconsciously clenching the sheets.

It was just a dream, so why did the pain feel so real?

I've had the same dream for seven days in a row.

Each time, she became Liu Tao'er, an inconspicuous cook with the same name in the Prime Minister's mansion, and witnessed the downfall of the Prime Minister's mansion.

She embarked on her journey of exile with the little boy named Ayan, and eventually froze to death in the nameless snowfields of the north.

So real!

It felt so real, as if it were her own life experience.

Liu Tao'er rubbed her throbbing temples, got out of bed, and poured herself a glass of water.

He shook his head and sat back on the bed, unable to understand why he had this dream every day.

"It must be because I've been watching too many short dramas about farmers fleeing famine lately on TV."

She consoled herself.

They say you dream about what you think about during the day!

But that feeling of hunger—the hunger I felt in my dream while on the road to exile, drinking only wild vegetable soup for several days in a row—was so clear and distinct.

Liu Tao'er casually picked up her phone from the bedside table and naturally started searching online for keywords such as "exile" and "ancient famine".

Articles about survival techniques during ancient famines caught her attention.

Faced with food shortages, people in ancient times would prepare high-energy dry rations in advance, such as fried noodles, dried meat, and dried vegetables, and also store seeds and medicines...

Liu Tao'er remembered that those farming and famine escape novels all had spatial abilities, and she muttered to herself: If I really traveled back in time like in my dream, and had a spatial ability, then I wouldn't be afraid.

He shook his head and chuckled, wondering if he was going crazy. How could he think he had a space?

Liu Tao'er put down her phone, intending to sleep a little longer, but then she noticed a faint red mark on the inside of her wrist, resembling a small crescent moon.

Liu Tao'er thought she was seeing things, so she rubbed her eyes, but the crescent-shaped mark was still there.

Could there really be a space?

She tried to concentrate and imagine "going in," and suddenly the world spun around her—

When she opened her eyes again, she was standing in a hazy, gray fog.

This is a space of about ten cubic meters, with the four walls like invisible barriers, making it difficult to see clearly.

With a sudden thought, Liu Tao'er returned to her bedroom.

She tried several times to confirm that she really had a personal space.

At that moment, she truly believed that it was not an ordinary dream, but a precognitive dream.

If having the same dream for seven consecutive days isn't convincing enough, then what about this suddenly appearing space?

Liu Tao'er sat back on the bed, opened her laptop, and began to quickly record all the details she remembered from her dream:

She deduced that the confiscation of the Prime Minister's residence occurred around the beginning of March.

Exile route: Starting from the capital, passing through Liangzhou and Yongzhou, heading north to the bitterly cold lands.

Main dangers: food rations confiscated in the early stages of exile, flash floods in the second month, plague in the third month, and severe winter cold...

Liu Tao'er was still wondering if she had any enemies chasing her.

The only son of the Prime Minister's family: the grandson entrusted to him by the old lady on her deathbed, named Ayan, full name Xiao Yan, is five years old.

The more Liu Tao'er wrote, the more depressed she became.

If this really happens, then the only thing left before the house is raided is...

According to the timeline in the dream, it was exactly one year from when Liu Tao'er entered the mansion to when the family was raided.

The original owner was scheduled to enter the manor at the beginning of next month.

This means that if she does go through it, she will have less than a year to prepare.

"Calm down, Liu Tao'er, calm down," she told herself. "Even if we have to go through it, we need to be prepared."

She didn't want to go through that path only to meet another tragic end.

Over the next three days, Liu Tao'er quit her job as a nutritionist and began frantically studying ancient survival knowledge, while also compiling a detailed list of supplies to stock up on.

On the fourth night, she had that dream again.

But this time, the dream became clearer.

She saw the exact date Liu Tao'er entered the mansion, which was April 20th.

I saw the layout of the old lady's courtyard, the location of the kitchen, and even smelled the sweet aroma of steamed cakes from the Prime Minister's kitchen.

It could be a hallucination, but it felt too real.

When Liu Tao'er woke up, the mark on her wrist was slightly hot.

She had a strong premonition: time was running out.

Liu Tao'er took out her savings from several years of work.

Then the orderly stockpiling of goods began.

She was originally an orphan with no ties. Over the years of working, besides her savings of over 100,000 yuan, she also sold some of her gold jewelry to make money.

With gold prices high, she sold it for 70,000 to 80,000 yuan. She doesn't care much about dressing up; her only hobby is buying gold jewelry.

I buy them but don't wear them; I just like to take them out and admire them when I have nothing to do.

That means she has 220,000 yuan.

The house is a rented apartment, so you don't need to worry about it.

She first bought a large quantity of long-lasting food: compressed biscuits, military-grade canned goods, canned fruit, dehydrated vegetables, beef jerky, candy, honey, flour, noodles, rice, cured meat, dried fish, self-heating rice, self-heating hot pot, instant noodles, vitamin tablets...

Then there were the medications: antibiotics, fever reducers, antidiarrheals, wound care supplies, disinfectant, insect repellent, and a first-aid kit. She also found an aluminum syringe case on Taobao, which was a complete set of tools used to inject penicillin in the 1980s and 90s.

Next are survival tools: a flint and steel, a multi-tool, a waterproof sheet, rope, a small hanging pot, a thermos, a clay pot, thick clothing (including down jackets and wool sweaters), blankets, shoes, socks...

And most importantly, sanitary napkins for women are absolutely essential.

Otherwise, she definitely wouldn't be used to the things there.

She even bought all sorts of fishing gear, and luckily she learned how to fish in her spare time.

Each time she purchased a batch of supplies, she would try to store them in her spatial storage.

The space seemed to slowly expand as she used it, gradually growing from an initial dozen cubic meters to around twenty cubic meters.

Remembering the mobs and greedy constables she encountered on her way to exile, Liu Tao'er bought a composite crossbow, thirty arrows, and a modified slingshot, which were the most effective self-defense tools she could legally purchase.

She also had pepper spray, and she managed to get her hands on a few electrified batons, commonly known as stun guns.

Electrocution won't kill you, but it can be used to defend against enemies.

In between preparations, she also specifically studied wilderness survival skills, basic medical knowledge, and even researched the identification of common plants, especially wild vegetables and herbs.

Two weeks later, late at night, Liu Tao'er took one last inventory of the supplies in her space.

There is enough food for two people to eat for two years, and all the medicines are readily available.

Even if you don't flee the famine, these things are still useful.

The crescent-shaped mark on my wrist suddenly became intensely hot.

Liu Tao'er's vision went black, her last thought being: "It looks like it's really coming..."