Famine and Chaos: Weaving Cloth in Exile to Escape the War

When Jing Zhichun arrived near the Shen family's thatched cottage, the snow seemed to have lessened a bit. From a distance, she could see a figure kneeling in front of the Shen family's thatched cottage.

She was Shen Qingzhou's mistress.

The woman knelt in the snow, her hair disheveled, crying loudly at the closed door.

"Brother Qingzhou, Yu'er is your own son! How...how could you sacrifice him! He is our own flesh and blood!"

"You can't do this! Brother Qingzhou, open the door! Please, please open the door!"

Kyoto Haru frowned as she listened.

A sacrifice?

Is Shen Qingzhou going to sacrifice his own son?

Is this even human language?

Jing Zhichun quickly strode towards the Shen family's thatched cottage.

Just then, Shen Qingzhou's intermittent voice came from inside the room.

"Zhou Wanning, if you keep arguing like this, believe me I'll break your legs!"

Our current situation is even more dangerous than when we were almost swept away by the flood in Yangzhou back then!

Now, there is only one way to survive: offer Yu'er to the gods.

If you've forgotten what happened back then, I'll help you remember.

Six years ago, Yangzhou was flooded, and many people were not even found dead.

You, me, and your Zhou family almost lost our lives back then!

It was your father who sacrificed your stable boy's one-year-old son to the gods that caused the flood to recede, allowing both our families to survive to this day!

Have you forgotten about this?

Now our medicinal herbs have been stolen by that vile woman Jing, and Eunuch Wang has disappeared. You, me, my elder brother and sister-in-law are all sick. How are we supposed to survive?

Wan Ning, listen to me, you're still young, we can have children together.

Yu'er is already dead; burying his body would only lead to it being carried away by wolves. By offering a sacrifice, we can not only bring Yu'er's ashes back to the capital, but also preserve his body.

"Now hurry up and gather firewood, and bring out the incense from the house, and cooperate with me!"

"No!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Wanning screamed, "Brother Qingzhou! Don't touch Yu'er! We...we can get another child! Those lowly families have so many children they can't afford to raise them all, they'll definitely be willing to give one! We can use someone else's child as a sacrifice, and we can still survive!"

"Fine, then go find a child from a lowly commoner!"

"Okay, okay... Brother Qingzhou, wait for me, I'll go find one right away!"

After receiving Shen Qingzhou's response, Zhou Wanning turned to leave. In the instant she turned her head again, she saw a figure dressed in strange white clothes, carrying an iron shovel, standing quietly not far away in the wind and snow.

This startled Zhou Wanning, but she quickly recognized the clothes.

The Shen family also has a set, which Shen Qingzhou brought back from Jingzhichun last night.

That figure is Kyoto Spring!

Zhou Wanning's mind went blank for a moment, and she instantly thought of her deceased son.

A surge of anger rose within her, and she scrambled and ran towards Kyoto Spring.

"Kyoto Spring! It was you! You vile woman, you killed my son!"

"It's all your fault! If you had prepared the medicine and brought it to me sooner, my Yu'er wouldn't have died!"

"It's you...it's all your fault, you damned bitch!"

Jing Zhichun looked at Zhou Wanning rushing over, took the iron shovel off her shoulder, and gripped it tightly with both hands.

Just as Zhou Wanning lunged at her with her claws outstretched, she seized the opportunity, mustered all her strength, and swung the iron shovel down hard on Zhou Wanning's head.

There was a muffled "thud!"

Zhou Wanning, who had been acting crazy, was knocked to the ground and a gash appeared on her head. Blood gushed out and stained the snow beneath her.

Zhou Wanning was completely stunned by the beating. She clutched her head in pain, her eyes glaring fiercely at Jing Zhichun. Her lips trembled as she tried to say something, but she couldn't utter a single complete sentence.

It just kept making "woo woo woo woo" sounds.

Seeing that Zhou Wanning was still alive, Jing Zhichun did not hesitate. She took two steps forward, raised the iron shovel high, and smashed it down on the bleeding head twice.

As Jing Zhichun's iron shovel fell, Zhou Wanning's body twitched a few times before quickly becoming still.

Jing Zhichun, leaning on his iron shovel, took a breath, looked at the lifeless Zhou Wanning, and raised his hand to wipe the tip of his nose.

Judging from the woman's and Shen Qingzhou's words, they believed that sacrificing their child would allow them to survive...

How can a person be so vicious?

That Shen Qingzhou is truly a beast!

First they buried a dead monkey in front of her hut, and now they're sacrificing a child...

How is this any different from a cult?

Jing Zhichun shook her head, then looked at Zhou Wanning's corpse again. "If you only want to protect your child, I might spare your life."

But you're going to harm other people's children; that makes you a menace even in life.

I have no choice but to act on behalf of Heaven.

Of course, I think it would be too lonely for you to walk the road to the underworld alone, so I'll send Shen Qingzhou down with you later to keep you company!

After saying that, Jing Zhichun bent down, grabbed Zhou Wanning's foot, and dragged the corpse toward the Shen family's thatched hut. A bloody mark was quickly plowed into the snow, but it was soon covered by the newly fallen snow.

Just as Kyoto Haru reached the door of the thatched hut, the tightly closed door was suddenly pushed open by the person inside.

Then, Shen Qingzhou's face appeared.

His face showed astonishment, fear, and anger.

"Jing... Jing family, what do you want to do?" Shen Qingzhou barely managed to stand still by the door before looking at Zhou Wanning's bloodied corpse being dragged by Jing Zhichun, and his heart clenched.

Actually, he had already overheard what Jing Zhichun said to Zhou Wanning while he was inside the house.

He never expected that this woman, Jing Zhichun, would want to kill him!

Why did it turn out this way?

How did Jing Zhichun, who always kept her head down in the Shen family and didn't even dare to speak loudly, become the woman in front of me, carrying an iron shovel, her hands covered in blood, killing people at will?

Where exactly did things go wrong?

Is it...

Could it be that the two dead monkeys he buried in front of the thatched hut in Kyoto no Haru no no no have lost their effectiveness?

Looking at the undisguised fear and dread on Shen Qingzhou's face, Jing Zhichun suddenly found it somewhat laughable.

It turns out that even bad people have moments of fear.

Jing Zhichun released Zhou Wanning's foot, then gripped the iron shovel tightly again. She then looked at Shen Qingzhou with a slight smile, "Hehe, what do I want to do? Young Master Shen is so clever, surely you can guess?"

Shen Qingzhou stared at the still-dripping iron shovel in Jing Zhichun's hand, and staggered back in fright. "You...you dare to murder your own husband! Jing, you vile woman...you're rebelling!"

Jing Zhichun spat on the ground: "Rebellion? Yes! I'll rebel against you today! You son of a bitch, always calling me a bastard, what about you?"

You're a slut who cheats on men, keeps mistresses, and even has illegitimate children. You're a slut yourself, and you don't even have the right to call others sluts.

Today, I'm going to beat your filthy ass to a pulp! I'll make sure you die before you can even hold your own shit!