"Ayu, you don't need to worry about me anymore." Qi Nuan applied medicine to Jiang Yu with red eyes.

Jiang Yu stroked his head and gently comforted him, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

Qi Nuan's tears fell along with his words. She just couldn't bear the kindness others showed her. She had always been a very passive person, and she was really afraid that she wouldn't be able to repay the kindness others showed her.

"I can take care of myself, really, you know I'm an adult."

Qi Nuan looked into his eyes, her voice soft but her attitude resolute.

"Please don't do anything dangerous for me, okay?"

Jiang Yu's eyes darkened as he watched her gaze turn, and he pulled her into his arms.

Where she couldn't see him, his eyes were dark and unfathomable. "I know, I've always known, but in my heart you're just a child."

It's still the same moonlight from six years ago, her eyes filled with tears, looking at her child with pleading and hope, her reflection in those eyes.

He was always the only one in her life, as if he were her savior, her god.

And she could only belong to him, forever and ever, she was his little mud.

As dusk fell, the setting sun cast long, long shadows of them, and a sense of reluctance to part slowly crept into their hearts.

They had already passed Dai County, and Su San was about to part ways with them.

Su San and her companions were heading straight down the sand dunes towards central Fujian, while the others were heading towards Shangjun.

"I don't know when or where we will meet again. Today, I offer you a cup of wine to wish you a bright future and a boundless journey."

"I also wish Brother Su all the best, may your future be bright and prosperous, and may I return to see you again."

Zhang Liao said this, and the men raised their wine bowls and drank them down in one gulp.

"Farewell, everyone."

Watching them disappear into the distance, Zhang Liao was filled with emotion. After this battle, they had all matured a lot, and their eyes had become even more determined.

Zhang Liao looked at Jiang Yu, "Young Master, let's go."

"Walk."

Jiang Yu and Jiang Ming rode their horses, while Wang Er and Amu drove their carriage, galloping freely across this desolate land.

Unbeknownst to them, shortly after they left, a ragged, disheveled man staggered over.

He kept repeating, "I will find you."

"Ah Yu, how much longer until we reach Shangjun?"

Jiang Yu said, "If we maintain this speed, we should be able to reach Shangjun in about a month."

Qi Nuan felt completely exhausted after traveling for so long, and couldn't help but miss modern transportation. Back then, a slow train would take a whole day, and a plane would only take two hours at most.

They've been gone for two months now and still haven't arrived. Thinking back, she complained about how slow the train ride was. Now I really should have slapped her back then.

"We'll be in Taiyuan soon, let's find a place to rest first."

As the group entered the city, they couldn't help but sigh with amazement.

The difference between inside and outside the city is truly like night and day.

Outside the city, there were many homeless people leaning against the city walls, with only some shelters made of wood and clothing.

It was already late autumn and the weather was cold, but they refused to leave because the government provided porridge to the refugees every evening.

However, none of them were allowed to enter the inner city. Of course, there were also refugees and beggars in the city, but they were all locals, while the refugees outside the city were all migrants from other places.

Are you still buying grain?

Jiang Yu looked at Qi Nuan. He knew that Qi Nuan had been stockpiling goods, and Taiyuan clearly had a surplus of grain.

Qi Nuan shook her head. They had enough food to survive the famine, and she couldn't store other people's food in her own space.

Perhaps the extra grain she hoarded could save a life.

The famine has only just begun.

Although she is selfish, she cannot live a life of wealth while others starve to death; therefore, she is content with what she has.

The inn was crowded and chaotic, so instead of staying there, they found a private house and gave the male owner some money and food as payment.

But it was clear that the man was happier when he received the grain than when he received the money.

With food prices remaining high, even having money doesn't guarantee you can buy food.

"You little punk, how dare you steal my steamed bun? Don't you know who I am? Beat him up!"

The owner of the steamed bun shop looked at the beggar on the ground and said to his subordinates with a fierce expression.

Seeing the beggar coughing up blood after being beaten, still clutching the bun tightly in his hand, the man not only felt no pity but instead pried the bun out of the beggar's hand.

Looking at the black handprint on the bun, the shopkeeper felt only bad luck and threw the bun to the two beggars sitting in the corner.

Overwhelmed by this unexpected surprise, the two beggar children immediately stuffed the buns into their mouths.

The people on the street just watched this scene indifferently.

Xiangxiang pulled Wang Er, who was about to confront the boss, and said, "Second Brother, we should go back."

"But...but..."

"Let's go." Ignoring Wang Er's resistance, Xiangxiang pulled him away, but they couldn't move.

Looking down, he saw that his leg had been grabbed by the beggar.

"Please, girl, save me, please..."

Xiangxiang bent down, looked at the man who was spitting blood and whose face was covered in dirt, and said seriously, "Why should I save you?"

She tilted her head, her face innocent, yet she uttered words that filled him with despair.

"Don't pull me anymore, look at my skirt, you've gotten it all dirty."

The beggar on the ground actually let go of her hand and listened to her words, as if soiling her dress was a sin.

"Save me, I'll do anything for you."

He still wouldn't give up, staring intently into the girl's eyes.

“But you can’t do anything. You’re sick, you’ll die.” The beggar stared at her in astonishment.

At this moment, Wang Er couldn't help but interject, "He's so pitiful, what would it matter if we saved his life?"

On the other side, Zhang Liao, who was watching all this, asked, "Young master, will they save him?"

Qi Nuan glanced at Zhang Liao, "You should ask Xiang Xiang if she will save him?"

They all knew that Wang Er would definitely save people, but the decision was never in his hands, even though he was the oldest among them.

However, he is too soft-hearted and easily influenced. If they really don't want him to do something, he will definitely give up.

And they generally do not interfere with each other's decisions.

Whether it's right or wrong, they will judge for themselves and bear the consequences of their actions.

This is their way of getting along.

"Anuan, what do you think?" Ever since Qi Nuan told Jiang Yu her name, Jiang Yu has changed how she addresses her.

"Let's make a bet. The loser has to grant the other person a request, whatever it may be."