In the 19th year of the Dayu Kingdom, famines continued throughout the world, and the people suffered terribly. The number of people fleeing from famines continued to increase, and mourning was everywhere.

Su Zhengliang, the uncle of the country and the Marquis of Jing'an, was very worried and went to the palace all night.

Please ask the emperor to allow his son Su Jingxian to go to disaster relief and give porridge to save the people of the world from danger.

The emperor agreed.

Then, the Marquis of Jing'an gathered the ministers of the DPRK and China to make plans, mobilized private merchants to contribute funds, and established a famine relief team. The young Marquis Su Jingxian personally went to the famine-stricken areas to deliver porridge and provide disaster relief.

The disaster relief team set out overnight, planning to first go to the deep water pool, the worst disaster in the northwest, to provide relief.

At this time, the deep pool was covered with weeds and the water source was almost exhausted. The villagers left one after another to escape to other places.

At this moment, there are only a dozen families left out of more than a thousand households.

It's not that they don't want to escape, but there are old, young, sick and disabled people at home and they can't go far.

But the sun is blazing in the sky, and in a few days it will be midsummer, and the thatched houses will be on fire, making it impossible to live in them.

If you don't leave, you may have no chance of survival.

No, under Li Zheng's persuasion, the whole village had no choice but to embark on the road to escape.

In order to avoid the poisonous sun, the fleeing team had no choice but to leave as soon as dawn. When the sun was strong, they had to find bushes to block the sun, so as not to die of sunburn and thirst.

Despite this, there were constant situations along the way. We were dying, becoming disabled, and because we couldn't stop because of the scarcity of water, we could only keep moving forward, which was extremely miserable.

The young man in front of me, who was fifteen or sixteen years old, was carrying an eleven or twelve-year-old girl on his back and kept wiping his tears.

"Yingsong, don't carry Yingchun on your back. She is really dead. Let her be buried in peace." Some villagers persuaded her kindly.

"Nonsense, my sister is not dead, she is just asleep!" The man named Yingsong opened his eyes red and shouted at the person trying to persuade him.

He looked back at the breathless girl, pursed his lips and said firmly, "Yingchun, don't be afraid, I will always take you with me."

The breathless person on the back seemed to be summoned by some kind of energy and opened his eyes slightly.

What comes into view is a barren grassland, the blazing sun is so hot that your hair is about to smoke, and beside you are the moans of old, young, women and children with sallow complexions.

This is where?

This new soul is Leng Yingchun, a top student at the Modern Agricultural College. When he was studying hydroponic crops, he was hit by a hydroponic shelf and time-traveled into this Leng Yingchun.

She hit her head, and memories that didn't belong to her came flooding back.

The original owner, Leng Yingchun, was twelve years old and a villager from Deep Water Pool in the northwest. He followed his brother on the road to escape the desert and gave the water to others to drink. He died of thirst.

What a kind and lovely child! Leng Yingchun said with emotion the original owner, the Holy Mother.

"Yingchun, wake up soon. My brother will take you to the south. There is water there. We don't have to worry about running out of water anymore. We heard there are fields there, so we will plow the land and we will have food soon."

Leng Yingsong said with a tearful voice. Leng Yingchun had not woken up for two days, and he also realized that his sister might be passing away.

"Brother!" Leng Yingchun whispered.

Leng Yingsong trembled, stopped, looked back at Leng Yingchun, whose eyes were still closed, and asked tremblingly, "Yingchun, please shout again."

"Brother!" Leng Yanchun still shouted weakly.

Leng Yingsong finally understood, so he put her down. When he saw her open her eyes, he jumped up in surprise, "Yingchun, you're awake, it's great."

The villagers stopped to see Leng Yingchun open his eyes and helped each other to stop. They were surprised but also suspicious.

There was no sound, how could he still wake up?

However, they also arrived at a place with a little water, and it was not as miserable as before.

If you keep persisting, you will reach the south. It is said that there is still a wilderness there, and any amount of wasteland that is created belongs to you.

"Thirsty!" Leng Yingchun found that her throat was about to burst into flames and she urgently needed water to moisten her throat.

Someone immediately brought water. It was one of the few stored water in the village. It was not too thirsty to drink, so it was precious.

Leng Yingchun came to life after three sips.

The sun was still strong, and everyone did not dare to stay, so they could only speed up the pace to the next forest.

The fleeing team continued to move forward, either digging tree roots or digging grass roots. Everyone was exhausted and looked forward to reaching a place with sufficient water as soon as possible.

However, they walked for a long time and encountered disasters. Many old people and children were hungry and their bodies could not endure the long journey, so they died on the spot.

As they walked forward, the number of people in the team gradually decreased, and the sound of crying filled the entire team. Leng Yingchun sounded very sad but helpless.

Fortunately, she has a brother who loves her. Even if he digs grass roots, he will let her eat first.

She began to gradually integrate into it, and she only hoped that when she went to the south, she could use her agricultural knowledge to develop high-yielding rice so that everyone could live a good life.

Just when she was looking forward to the future, a new blow came.

On this day, everyone finally went to rest in a forest. Looking at the south approaching, we were so happy that we thought about the future.

A group of officers and soldiers came, and they arrested all the strong men casually, saying they were going to support the border.

Leng Yingsong was also among those arrested.

"Brother..." Leng Yingchun chased after him, but was pushed to the ground.

"Yingchun, let me go!" Leng Yingsong struggled to catch Leng Yingchun, but was stopped by officers and soldiers.

Those who were stopped along with her were those whose families had young men.

"Sir, please, please don't take my son away. We only have one son. If he goes to serve as a soldier, something will happen. Will it cost us our lives?"

"Sir, please don't take my man away. What will happen to us orphans and widowed mothers?"

"father……"

There were all kinds of cries and shouts, and many people fought against the officers and soldiers. The scene was chaotic.

In order to suppress those people, the officers and soldiers drew their swords in unison.

The leader kicked the sickly old man who was at the front to the ground and kicked him hard in the stomach several times.

The uncle immediately held his stomach and cried out that it hurt.

"See, he's teaching you a lesson. Anyone who stops the imperial conscription will be killed," the officer and soldier leader shouted.

Everyone stopped, no one could shout anymore, and they all looked at the young men who were being taken away with red eyes.

"Brother, you must live. When you are victorious, come to the south to find me. I will settle down and become rich." Leng Yingchun gave Leng Yingsong a reason to live.

"Yingchun, don't worry, brother will definitely be alive..." Leng Yingsong shouted and was taken away by the officers and soldiers.

The crowd cried again, as if realizing that their family members might never come back.

"Don't cry anymore. They have served the country. It is a glorious thing. They will definitely come back alive and safe." Leng Yingchun suddenly became the backbone of many people.

"Yes, don't cry anymore, cheer up, we are about to set off." Others echoed, also looking forward to it.

Because the able-bodied men were taken away, the remaining ones were the old, weak, sick and disabled. Women and girls had to take on the main role of the fleeing team and became the leaders in carrying things.

Leng Yingchun became the main labor force because of his extremely strong strength.

God did not pity them because of their misery.

Along the way, they encountered riots, their families were separated, and some died of illness. In the end, only ten girls were left to depend on each other.

They cried, but living was the most important thing. Leng Yingchun comforted them that they would arrive in the south soon and they could settle down and no longer have to flee.

This serves as their spiritual pillar, supporting them all the way forward.

There was an unexpected situation, and when they passed under a mountain, they encountered bandits.

Leng Yingchun still couldn't forget the look in the bandits' eyes, just like a hunter seeing his prey, which made people tremble with fear.

"Brothers, take them back." Following the order of the bandit leader, even if ten girls resisted desperately, they were still caught in the bandit's den because of their weakness.

It has been three days since I was caught in the bandit's den.

They were so tired when they first arrived that they took a big nap without hesitation. After a full sleep, their physical strength was briefly restored by the gruel provided by the bandits, and they were ready to think about escaping.

But how can a weak woman fight against a strong bandit?

How to escape?

Just when they were at a loss for the future, they learned from the bandits that they would be taken away by Yapo and sold to a brothel early tomorrow morning.

Tonight is the best time to escape.

This inspired the girls' determination to escape, and they planned to fight the bandits at all costs.

It would be best if he could get out. If he couldn't get out, it would be better to die in a mountain den than to be sold into a brothel.

The girls came together and discussed how to escape.

Because of her young age, Leng Yingchun was not included in the discussion.

Relying on the strength of the peasant girl alone, she could not escape and was beaten half to death. She still could not change her fate of being sold.

Leng Yingchun sneered. She felt that her physical strength had recovered, and she carefully recalled the scene when she came in.

From the few words of the bandits under guard, Leng Yingchun learned that there were not many bandits in this village.

They were all victims who were forced by the famine and had no choice but to temporarily occupy the mountains and become bandits.
To be continued...