Sold immediately after wearing it? I took my family and fled the famine.

When Jiang Xing opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a blackened roof beam.

The smells of mildew, sweat, and an indescribable stench assaulted her nostrils. She opened her eyes abruptly, her right hand instinctively reaching for her waist—but it was empty.

There was no knife, no gun, not even the crowbar that had accompanied her in killing hundreds of zombies.

"Little girl, wake up, wake up! Your father is gone. Do you want your grandmother to bury her child too? Waaah!"

An old voice rang in her ears, followed by a pair of hands as rough as old tree bark, which gripped her arm tightly.

Jiang Xing froze, almost throwing the person away with an over-the-shoulder throw, but her gaze swept over the face, which was full of wrinkles, with red and swollen eyes from crying and dry, bleeding lips.

A flood of memories suddenly rushed into her mind, and it hurt like someone had smashed her open with a hammer.

Jiang Xing's brain was working frantically in that one second.

She remembered that just a second ago she was in the midst of a post-apocalyptic zombie horde—the base was destroyed, the zombie king tore through the protective netting and the zombie wall, and she rushed into the horde with the last box of C4 in her arms.

Before the light of the explosion engulfed everything, her last thought was: Damn it, this life is a complete mess.

Then she traveled through time.

It wasn't heaven, it wasn't hell, it was a dilapidated mud house, and an old woman crying her heart out.

In the third year of Yongping in the Great Liang Dynasty, there was a small place called Jiangjia Village.

The original owner's name was Jiang Daya, and she was fifteen years old. Eight days ago, her father was exhausted from climbing the mountain and fell down the mountain. He hit his head on a rock and lost too much blood. By the time he was found, he had already passed away.

Before her father's seven-day mourning period had even passed, her mother packed her belongings and went back to her parents' home, saying she was going to borrow money from her family to pay for the funeral. But yesterday, news came that her mother had remarried in the next village, leaving her, her sixty-year-old grandmother, and her eight-year-old brother behind.

The original owner was already in poor health. The blow of her father's death was too great, and the fact that her mother remarried caused her to die of anger.

"Jiang Daya! Are you dead? Your father's body has been lying in state for seven days, and he was only buried yesterday. We haven't even raised enough money for the coffin, and you're just lying here like a corpse!"

A sharp voice came from outside the door. Before Jiang Xing could fully process the memory, his body trembled instinctively, just like the original owner. It was the voice of his aunt, Zhou Shi, one of the most terrifying voices in the original owner's memory.

"Your uncle said that your father's inheritance has to be used to pay off debts. You're just a girl, so we should find you a husband as soon as possible and get you two taels of silver. That way, everyone will have peace of mind."

Zhou lifted the tattered curtain and walked in, followed by her eldest uncle, Jiang Dazhu. Jiang Dazhu looked like an unfired brick wall, gray and dull, but his eyes were unusually bright, like those of a wild dog that hadn't eaten for three days.

Jiang Xing's grandmother, Zhang, stood trembling in front of the bed, saying, "Eldest son, your brother's seven-day mourning period hasn't even passed yet, and you're already tearing down the roof beams? Are you even human?"

"My third sister-in-law is married, what's the point of keeping this family?" Jiang Dazhu's voice was hoarse, like a broken gong.

"Old lady, you're a second wife. My father died, so you should have gone back to your parents' home. It was your business if the third son wanted to take care of you. Now that he's gone, what's the point of you still clinging to our Jiang family?"

Zhang was so angry that she trembled all over: "I am a second wife, but I am also on the family genealogy! I gave birth to your Jiang family's third son. Although the third son is no longer here, he has sons and daughters. Since the division of the family, I have never eaten a single meal from either of your branches... What right do you have to kick this old woman out?"

"Just a little girl, an eight-year-old brat who hasn't even grown all her teeth yet?" Zhou sneered. "Old lady, don't be so shameless. Two taels of silver. This brat is lucky to be worth that much. Wang Erwang from the next village is willing to pay that price; he's giving her a lot of credit."

"Besides, her mother was so old and she remarried. It just so happens that the two of them got married one after the other, so they were born on auspicious days."

Jiang Xing listened without moving or speaking.

Hearing this, Zhang was so angry she almost couldn't breathe: "How cruel you are! Wang Erwang is sixty years old and can already be Da Ya's grandfather. He's a notorious widower! My Da Ya is only a few years old! Third son! Old man! Open your eyes and see! You've only been gone a short time, and people are already eyeing your daughter! I don't want to live anymore!!!"

Zhang was still crying loudly when Jiang Xing's gaze passed over Zhou's shoulder and fell on a small head peeking in through the doorway.

The original owner's eight-year-old younger brother, Jiang Xiaoniu, was as thin as a monkey, his face was covered in ash, his eyes were veiled in a thin mist, and his lips trembled slightly.

"Sister..." Xiao Niu called out softly.

Jiang Dazhu turned around and saw Xiao Niu, spitting out, "You little brat, what are you glaring at me for? Your sister's married, so you can get out of here with your grandma. I'm taking this house back."

He raised his hand and slapped the calf across the face.

"Snap—"

The slap didn't land on the calf's face.

Jiang Xing had stood up at some point, and one hand was tightly gripping Jiang Dazhu's wrist.

Jiang Dazhu was stunned for a moment. He looked down and saw his niece, who usually shrank back when she saw him. She was looking at him, with no fear or tears in her eyes, only a calm indifference.

"You..." Before Jiang Dazhu could finish speaking, Jiang Xing flipped his wrist and skillfully twisted his elbow.

Jiang Dazhu screamed and was forced to his knees.

Zhou screamed and lunged at Jiang Xing to scratch his face, but Jiang Xing kicked her in the knee, and Zhou fell face-first into the mud with a thud.

All of this happened within three seconds.

Zhang was stunned, Xiao Niu was stunned, and Jiang Dazhu and Zhou, who were lying on the ground, were also stunned.

Jiang Xing didn't chase after him. She released Jiang Dazhu's wrist, took a step back, and felt her vision going black. Her body had no strength; she was too hungry.

But she still forced herself to bite her tongue, the sweet and metallic taste on her tongue making her hold on to protect Zhang and Xiao Niu behind her.

"Jiang Dazhu." Her voice was calm, so calm that it didn't sound like that of a fifteen-year-old girl. She looked at him with icy eyes, as if she were looking at a dead man.

"My father lay in state for seven days, and you didn't come to burn a single paper offering, nor did you kowtow once. Today you've come to sell me to an old widower, take my house, and kick my grandmother and brother out? Who do you think you are?"

Jiang Dazhu clutched his wrist, sweat beading on his forehead. Jiang Xing's gaze sent chills down his spine: "You...you little brat, how dare you hit an elder? You've gone too far!"

"Hit you?" Jiang Xing laughed, a laugh that was clearly cold. "Jiang Dazhu, I only stopped you, and you accuse me of hitting you. Well, I'll show you what hitting really means."

She took a step forward, picked up the wood-chopping knife that was placed to the side by the door, and pretended to chop at Jiang Dazhu and Zhou Shi.

Jiang Dazhu didn't know why, but he felt weak and couldn't walk. Zhou Shi got up from the ground and pulled Jiang Dazhu outside, saying, "Go! Go! This brat has gone mad! Do you want to die?!"

The two of them scrambled away.

The air grew quiet. Jiang Xing stood in the dilapidated house, his legs gave way, and he knelt on the ground. It wasn't fear, but he was truly exhausted.

"Sister..." Little Niu burst into tears, rushing over to hug her legs, "Sister, don't die, don't die like Dad..."

Jiang Xing looked down at his younger brother, who was as thin as a monkey, his dirty face covered in tear stains and snot.

He gently wiped his face with his own sleeve, with a hint of disdain.

"I won't die," she said.

Zhang walked over tremblingly, reached out and touched Jiang Xing's forehead, then her face, tears streaming down her face: "Da Ya...you...you've changed so much..."

Jiang Xing looked at the old woman. The original owner's memories told her that the only person in this family who protected her and Xiao Niu was Zhang Shi. The original owner's father was an honest man, honest to the point of being spineless. He didn't even leave behind a coffin after he died. Needless to say, the original owner's mother ran away with the last few dozen coins in the family the day after her father died.

"Grandma, Father's dead, Mother's run away. If I don't stand up for myself soon, are the three of us just waiting to be taken advantage of? I don't even need to mention you and Xiao Niu, what about you?"

This statement is both an outlet for the original owner's emotions and an excuse.

After hearing this, Zhang cried even harder, but she didn't ask any more questions. In Zhang's mind, her granddaughter had been driven to desperation, and that explanation was enough.

Jiang Xing closed his eyes, trying to sense in his mind whether his space was still there, but there was no response.

Unconvinced, she tried again, but still couldn't sense the existence of the space. She was dumbfounded!

Before Jiang Xing could even start cursing, a semi-transparent light screen popped up in front of her. Neither Zhang Shi nor Jiang Xiaoniu could see it; only she could.

[The e-commerce system is now linked]

Current balance: 0 points

[New player protection period: 7 days, 5 catties of grain can be collected every day]

[Tradable items: Wild herbs, wild game, crops...]

【物价：1斤糙米=20积分，1斤白面=150积分，1斤白米=180积分，1斤猪肉=50积分】（注：本系统物价与现实物价兑换比率1铜板＝5积分）

Jiang Xing stared at those lines of text and slowly smiled.

It turns out to be a system store, and you can even trade. Although there are some restrictions, it's enough. I'll just make do with it.