Exile at the start? Milkball filming, hoarding billions of resources

Shen Zhaoning carried a small wooden basin and presented the wild vegetables she had picked to Wan Zhenzhen.

"Auntie, are you hungry? Please eat something."

Although wild vegetables aren't as flavorful as chicken, they're still better than eating coarse bread and going hungry.

"Although this is a wild vegetable, we washed it all and simply tossed it with seasonings. It tastes delicious."

Shen Zhaoning's small, white hands made the wild vegetables look even greener, giving the dull, gray roadside vegetables a brighter appearance.

Wan Zhenzhen, however, showed little interest in wild vegetables.

She is Wan Zhenzhen!

In Kyoto, he was the envy of everyone!

She would rather eat coarse bread than lower her head and eat wild vegetables by the roadside like livestock.

She threw the small basin on the ground in disgust.

"Who would want to eat such disgusting food!"

"I knew you wouldn't find anything decent to eat. Good thing I didn't go with you!"

She had just thrown the basin on the ground when Xiaoman picked it up.

Xiaoman happily held the small wooden basin.

"Luckily I reacted quickly, otherwise I would have spilled it."

He asked happily.

"Auntie, if you don't eat it, Xiaoman will?"

Great! He'd been wanting to try this wild vegetable for ages.

Moreover, my fourth aunt mixed it with the seasoning for fried chicken, so it should smell delicious.

Wan Zhenzhen frowned as she looked at Xiaoman's impatient expression.

"Qin Su, can't you control your son?!"

"How dare a young master of a noble family squat on the ground eating wild vegetables! What kind of behavior is this!"

Qin Su glanced at Xiaoman, feeling somewhat helpless.

The child was already full; his belly was round and plump, like a rattan ball.

Yet they still seem to be starving.

He was probably terrified of hunger during his exile.

Shen Zhaoning glanced at Xiaoman's round belly. If Xiaoman-gege eats any more, his belly will burst.

She grabbed the small wooden basin and whispered to Xiaoman.

"Brother, listen to me, don't eat this. I'll find a way to get you something nice to eat tomorrow."

Xiaoman gripped the small basin tightly and wouldn't let go.

"real?"

Shen Zhaoning extended her little finger.

"Really, I swear, I'll definitely make you something delicious."

"You know me, I'm very lucky."

Hearing this, Shen Yingying couldn't help but speak up.

"Tuantuan, stop bragging. You were just lucky today to get vegetables and noodles. You might not be so lucky tomorrow."

Xiaoman hesitated for a moment, and Shen Zhaoning took the opportunity to snatch the small basin and hand it to Shen Yingying.

"You'll eat it?"

Shen Yingying rolled her eyes.

"Who wants to eat this stuff!"

As she was speaking, she suddenly smelled the fragrance coming from the small basin.

It smells good.

Can wild vegetables smell this good?

She sniffed, and suddenly became interested.

Why don't you try it?

Before she could even taste it, her mother snatched the small bowl away.

Wan Zhenzhen threw away the small basin.

"As the legitimate daughter of a marquis, you should uphold integrity and moral principles; how could you eat such things!"

Sun Xiao roared impatiently.

"What's all the noise about? If you dare to make another sound, I'll beat you to death."

That's fierce.

Shen Zhaoning wrinkled her slightly red nose and slowly fell asleep.

The closer you get to northern Xinjiang, the colder it gets.

Sleeping in the wilderness is fine for the first half of the night, but by the second half, even adults, let alone children, can't stay awake any longer.

The adults noticed the temperature had dropped and discussed having the children lie in the middle, with several people huddled together to shield them from the cold.

The adults were somewhat silent after waking up the next day.

Qin Su held Xiaoman in her arms, her expression somewhat cold.

"If this continues, the children may get sick."

Hua Zhuyue looked at the children, a faint sadness emanating from her brows.

Fortunately, the constables were also afraid of the cold, so they quickened their pace and arrived at the post station before the next night.

Sitting in the lobby of the inn, they drank the hot vegetable soup and breathed a sigh of relief.

"This is the kind of life a human being should live in. Last night was absolutely freezing."

One of the constables cupped his hands in greeting to Sun Xiao.

"Lord Sun, we have delivered this man to the post station. Our mission is complete, so we will be leaving now."

Sun Xiao nodded to them, raised his wine glass as a farewell.

Apart from Sun Xiao, the escort officer, the rest of the escorts were replaced every time they arrived at a new place.

Upon arriving at the post station, the others had completed their tasks, but Sun Xiao still had to continue forward.

As soon as they left, new constables quickly filled their positions, along with several new exiled criminals.

They were all thin and emaciated, with dark yellow faces and haggard appearances. They looked at people timidly.

Sun Xiao looked at them, rolled his eyes, and a smile appeared on his face.

"You'll all be sleeping in the woodshed tonight."

Including these newcomers, the Shen family had a total of more than twenty prisoners.

Sun Xiao only distributed five coarse pancakes.

"This year, the drought in northern Xinjiang is severe, and food prices keep rising. There's only so much food, so you'll have to divide it among yourselves!"

Although these new prisoners looked thin, most of them were men.

The Shen family consisted mostly of the elderly, women, and children; their only fighting force was Qin Su.

But no matter how good Qin Su was at fighting, she was still only one person.

Qin Su had elderly people and children around her, making her vulnerable in every way. In the end, she could only obediently give up all the food.

Exhaustion, cold, and hunger.

Even without his intervention, the Shen family members would die during their exile.

Sun Xiao threw five rough cakes on the ground, and the group of prisoners swarmed around them like dogs, scrambling to grab them.

Xiaoman, a child, couldn't even get enough to eat with just a simple flatbread and had to rely on Shen Zhaoning for help.

Besides, now there are more than twenty people sharing five coarse cakes.

To fill their stomachs, everyone scrambled for food like madmen.

They went so far as to grab each other's hair and slam their heads against the ground and walls.

They used the chains in their hands as weapons, strangling each other by the neck.

Sun Xiao watched the fight with great interest.

Some of the constables even cheered.

This was the first time Shen Zhaoning had ever seen anyone fight so fiercely over a dirty, hard, rough pancake that had been thrown on the ground.

Her large, beautiful eyes reflected the cruel chaos before her. When she saw a prisoner being thrown in front of her, she took a step back in horror and regret.

Qin Su originally wanted to go up and grab it, but when she saw someone being thrown over, she stopped.

She is the only fighting force in the Shen family. If she goes to steal the coarse cakes, who will protect the elderly and children?

But if you don't fight for it, you'll just go hungry.

She, who abided by the rules of the jungle and the supremacy of force, suddenly felt a little lost.

Everyone frantically scrambled for the flatbread. Some people struggled to grab a flatbread, only to have it snatched away again after taking just one bite.

In order to protect their flatbread, some people would have their wives and children help guard it, pushing them out to fend off attacks, while they themselves would take the opportunity to devour the flatbread in large mouthfuls, leaving not a single bite for their wives and children.

Looking at the scene before her, Shen Zhaoning suddenly recalled the hellish scenes sung in the opera she had once watched.

The play describes hell as gloomy and terrifying.

She felt that the human world was just as terrifying.