Escape: I rely on the food exchange system to survive to the extreme

Chapter 294 Nightmare (I)

The negotiations that day naturally ended in an unpleasant mood. No one from Xirong or Anguo really understood what Mei Qian said at the end. Only Qi Fei seemed to understand something.

After she returned, she found Mei Qian, who nodded to indicate that she did have this idea.

However, Mei Qian not only had to do this task today, but also had to do it beautifully. She would go back and think carefully about the details.

Then, Mei Qian asked Qi Fei to find a chef to prepare a delicious meal and send it to her.

How can you ask someone to do something and not produce something good?
However, when faced with this pile of delicious food today, Xiaomei was not excited for the first time, but a little worried. She asked:

[Host, I've told you, don't get too involved with Taoist Master Yuehua from that weird plane. His methods are not suitable for this plane.]

"Inappropriate for what? Do you mean something that will lead to divine punishment?"

Mei Qian chuckled, and Xiao Mei was a little scared of her nonchalant look.

It's over. Its host was too angry with that King Xirong, right?

Are they planning to die together?
"But we have used the Heroic Spirit Rice many times before, so this time won't make a difference. The people on the grassland are ignorant, so they believe in ghosts and gods. There are many in the future anyway."

Mei Qian saw Xiaomei remained silent and didn't care how scared she was, so she spoke twice again.

However, she only said this, and then she continued to upload the information sent by the cook to her space, concentrating on chatting with Yuehua privately.

When Yingling Fan falls into Mei Qian's hands, it is sometimes like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut. Apart from ghosts and gods sending messages in dreams, the best that can be done is to allow Qi Fei and Qi Chen to see their relatives.

However, she still needed some more detailed operations for today's plan. She wanted to know if there was any way to make a louder noise and still avoid being struck by lightning.

Faced with so many edible things sent by Mei Qian, Taoist Yuehua was also very helpful and gave her the Yingling Rice, which had similar functions but was slightly different.

Mei Qian thought about it for a while, and told the other party about how she had almost been struck by lightning because of the Heavenly Dao when she used the Heroic Spirit Rice. She wanted to ask if there was any way to solve the problem.

In response, Xiaomei praised Meiqian for being so smart for asking Yuehua such a question.

Mei Qian did not hide it and said, "I heard from Yuehua that he went to that world because of your system blunder. In order to have a few bites of food, he had to take advantage of your loopholes, and in the end you were unable to deal with it.

Then I'll ask him to help me figure out how to exploit loopholes in the rules of this world, which should be a good match for my profession."

Although Mei Qian had drilled all the way through before, she felt that if she could drill twice, she would be able to do it.

Who wouldn’t want an extra insurance to prevent being struck by lightning?

After listening to Mei Qian's words, Xiaomei didn't want to speak anymore.

It felt that Mei Qian should just say the second half of the sentence, and not mention the dark history of their system in the first half.

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"May the weather be favorable this year and the crops be abundant in the autumn~"

In front of the land temple, incense is burned continuously and people make the most simple wishes.

Cang didn't know why he woke up in such a strange place after sleeping.

He couldn't speak, he just looked at himself with his hands clasped together and muttered something.

An image of his current identity flashed through his mind.

His name is Wang San, and he is a villager from Wangjiaba outside Ansui County, Xing'an Prefecture. He looked at his body and carefully took out something wrapped in oil paper from the vegetable basket beside him.

When it was completely peeled off, a greasy chicken leg was revealed inside.

"May my son Wang Dashui have a safe journey on his conscription, repair the city wall, and return safely."

Cang was reluctant, but he still respectfully placed the offerings in front of the God of Land and made a wish. After making the wish, Cang looked up and saw another sunny day. He didn't know why he felt so good.

On the way home, this body couldn't help but say:
“When the flood comes back, Dashui’s daughter-in-law will also give birth.

I don’t know whether it’s a boy or a girl.

If it's a son, then my son Dashui will have a successor. If it's a daughter, it doesn't matter, it's fine as long as she blooms first and then bears fruit.

When the crops are harvested in the autumn, Ershui's new bride will be married.

Then, next year, Chunhua will talk about her in-laws again..."

I don’t know if it’s because of my age, but Cang feels that this guy named Wang San is really talkative.

He talked from his eldest son to his second son, and then to his youngest daughter. After he finished the final round, Wang San started to smile foolishly before he even reached the village entrance.

Cang just felt speechless. He really wanted to get out of the body of this stupid man named Wang San.

He could already sense the inexplicable sense of satisfaction rising from the bottom of this silly man's heart. Was everything fulfilled just because of his nagging just now?
Thinking of this, Wang San quickened his pace as he returned. However, just as he reached the entrance of the village, he heard the sound of horse hooves coming from behind him.

Wang San fell in front of the gate of his yard, and Cang's perspective finally broke away from Wang San's.

But after taking it off, he just felt like he wasn't taking it off.

When he was on Wang San's body, he only knew that he had no time to call his family to escape quickly, because the Xirong dog was coming. Then he felt a chill on his back and fell to the ground without any strength.

Before he completely lost consciousness, he saw Wang San's wife rushing towards him with a look of horror on her face.

Wang San couldn't see anything after that, but he saw the tragic situation in the courtyard clearly.

Including Wang San’s wife, who rushed to Wang San’s body but was killed by the Xirong soldiers who caught up with her the next second.

The second son was beheaded by the Xirong soldiers in order to protect his sister-in-law and sister from escaping;
The eldest daughter-in-law who was captured by the Western Rong soldiers, stabbed in the stomach, and disemboweled, and the grandson who was cut open and crushed by a horse before his birth;

The little girl who was bullied and wanted to die with the beastly Xirong soldiers, but was strangled to death with a copper hairpin, and fell in a pool of blood with her clothes in disarray;

These scenes finally made everything Wang San said on his way back become a joke!

"You make me...how can I not hate you?!"

Cang heard an old and hoarse voice sounding behind him, and cold sweat broke out on his back. He turned his head and saw not only Wang San, but also a group of men, women, old and young standing behind him, staring at him with burning eyes.

"It's my turn."

A young girl's eyes were filled with tears and blood. She grabbed Cang and ignored his screams, wanting to take him into her dream...

She had been waiting for two bowls of Yingling rice until late at night. When she was almost falling asleep, a gust of cold wind made Mei Qian shiver.

She opened her eyes and almost screamed.

"Please be flexible, Master..."

After the horrific dream ended, Wang San knelt on the ground, looked up at Mei Qian with pleading eyes, and asked:

"Would you allow me to take a look at my eldest son who is still alive?"

Hearing this, Mei Qian breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but admire Yuehua's ability to calculate without a doubt.

She pointed to a bowl of ordinary Heroic Spirit Rice beside her and said, "Eat this bowl, and remember to come back before dawn."

I can’t write too much about this, my own heart can’t bear it…