Traveling through the Great Northern Wilderness and marrying the most beautiful educated youth.

Su Qingyun walked closer and saw clearly that it was Liu Hongyue.

The sister of Liu Fushan, a good-for-nothing!

Not far from her sat a thin little girl.

He looked to be only three or four years old, with his head down and listless.

Liu Hongyue's appearance is completely different from Liu Fushan's.

There were rumors in the village that she was not Old Liu's biological daughter at all.

Instead, it was her mother and Old Wang next door...

This also resulted in her having a very low status at home.

It was an era that favored sons over daughters.

If such rumors continue to circulate, will people still be well-received?

Liu Hongyue kept her head down, concentrating on digging for wild vegetables.

It's probably too hot.

She suddenly stopped and took off her coat.

Inside was a worn-out vest.

The neckline is loose and baggy.

From Su Qingyun's perspective, it was all very clear.

Su Qingyun was shocked to discover that although she was thin from hunger, she was thin everywhere except for her ample assets.

This is a perfectly natural, innate divine body!

The swaying made Su Qingyun's eyes dizzy.

Fearing that the other person would feel embarrassed, Su Qingyun quickly coughed.

"Cough cough."

Hearing the noise, Liu Hongyue was startled and quickly pulled her loose collar up.

She forced herself to lift her head, her face pale, and greeted him with a smile: "Oh, it's Brother Qingyun."

The voice was extremely weak.

Su Qingyun frowned and looked at Jiajia beside her.

The little girl was so hungry that she was pale and thin, with skinny arms and legs, but her belly was slightly swollen from being so hungry and eating too many grass roots.

"Mom, I'm hungry..."

Jiajia suddenly started crying out, her voice hoarse. "I want to nurse..."

Hearing her daughter's cries, Liu Hongyue's eyes reddened, and tears streamed down her face.

She was so hungry she was almost unrecognizable, how could she possibly have any breast milk to feed her child?

"Jiajia, be good, don't cry."

Liu Hongyue hugged her daughter tightly with a heavy heart and tried to comfort her helplessly.

"Mom dug up a lot of wild vegetables. We'll go home soon and make vegetable soup. After we drink it, we won't be hungry anymore."

Jiajia pouted, her eyes brimming with tears: "The soup was bitter, and it made my stomach hurt..."

Su Qingyun felt heartbroken upon hearing this.

"Why are you so hungry?" Su Qingyun couldn't help but ask. "Didn't you get any food rations at home?"

Liu Hongyue gave a bitter smile and wiped away her tears.

"My brother... Liu Fushan fell in the reeds yesterday and was seriously injured. He's in bed now and can't get up."

"He gets angry and throws a tantrum, saying that Jiajia and I are the jinx to him. He absolutely refuses to let us eat today."

"They won't even let me touch the stove..."

Case solved.

Su Qingyun sneered inwardly; Liu Fushan had kicked his own balls.

This scoundrel dared not utter a sound, but instead vented his anger on the orphan and widow.

That's a complete bastard!

But this bastard is quite the coward; he didn't dare utter a sound even after his balls were kicked and crushed.

Looking at the mother and daughter who had been driven to the brink of despair, Su Qingyun sighed.

Yesterday's conflict with Liu Fushan has unfortunately implicated this mother and daughter.

He simply couldn't bear to see them go hungry.

Su Qingyun reached into his pocket, using his clothes as cover, and with a thought, he made a move.

He took out two potatoes from his personal storage space.

These were grown in the black soil of the space, and they are as big as an adult's fist.

"Take it."

Su Qingyun stepped forward and handed over the two potatoes.

Liu Hongyue looked at the potatoes in front of her and gasped.

In this day and age, potatoes are a life-saving staple food!

The villagers usually can't even get enough to eat with dried-out sweet potatoes, so such a big potato is a rare treat.

"No, no!"

Liu Hongyue waved her hands repeatedly, frightened, and stepped back.

"Oh my god! Brother Qingyun, this is far too valuable! I can't accept it!"

"There's a whole family in my family who need to eat."

She knew all too well how precious food was these days.

No one is rich, and she felt bad about taking their life-saving food for no reason.

Su Qingyun's face darkened, and he raised his voice.

He stuffed the potato into Liu Hongyue's hand: "Take it! Even if you don't eat it, you have to give it to the child."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

Liu Hongyue was stunned by these words and bit her lip, no longer daring to refuse.

She looked at her daughter, who was shivering from hunger in her arms, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

He accepted the food with deep gratitude, his hands trembling.

"Thank you... thank you, Brother Qingyun. I will remember this kindness for the rest of my life..."

"Eating only potatoes isn't very oily, so the child needs to get some extra nutrients."

As Su Qingyun spoke, he reached into his pocket again.

This time, he took out two white-shelled eggs.

These are the flock of speckled hens in the space, just released from the ground, still warm.

"Take these back and cook them for Jiajia. These two eggs."

Su Qingyun stuffed the egg into Liu Hongyue's hand.

When Jiajia saw the eggs, her eyes lit up, and she drooled with desire, forgetting even to cry.

Liu Hongyue was completely dumbfounded.

Faced with this delicious food that she couldn't even afford during the Lunar New Year, she felt like she was dreaming.

This is a valuable commodity that can be exchanged for salt and matches at the supply and marketing cooperative!

"This...this is too valuable..."

Liu Hongyue was so excited that she stammered, and tears streamed down her face.

"Brother Qingyun, how...how can I ever repay you..."

I was just about to properly thank her when she looked up.

But she noticed that Su Qingyun's gaze was fixed on her chest.

I just took off my coat, and my tattered vest couldn't hide my impressive assets at all.

Liu Hongyue's cheeks flushed instantly, and she lowered her head in embarrassment, but surprisingly, she did not flinch.

"Cough cough..."

Su Qingyun blushed.

What the hell!

Why can't I control my own eyes?

"Hey, hurry up and take the kids back to get something to eat, don't let them go hungry."

Su Qingyun forced the egg on her and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute! Don't give it all to the child, you should have some too."

He started to have doubts halfway there, but he was too lazy to turn back. Oh well! Let her handle it herself.

They walked very fast, as if fleeing in panic.

Liu Hongyue was left standing there, clutching the potatoes and eggs tightly in her hands, her feelings complicated.

Looking at Su Qingyun's broad back, she felt a warm feeling in her heart.

Su Qingyun strode towards the village.

Helping this mother and daughter out of sympathy was not only a way to show compassion, but also a way to alleviate some of my own guilt.

Anyway, we can't finish all the potatoes.

But to be honest, we're really poor these days!

I was holding eggs in my hand, really wanting to fry some for myself, but I ended up giving them all away. I was quite generous.

This gave him a deeper understanding of the poverty of this era.

When she was almost home, Su Qingyun found a secluded spot behind a woodpile.

A thought arose.

The half-sack of potatoes and pumpkins I bought at the market earlier suddenly appeared on the ground.

The fishing net and several animal traps were also stuffed on top of the sack.

Su Qingyun lifted the hundred-pound sack with one hand and hoisted it onto his shoulder.

With his modified body, he could carry over 100 pounds of weight effortlessly.

He strode into his dilapidated courtyard.

The courtyard was quiet.

Smoke and cooking aromas wafted from the kitchen.

My mother, Liu Guifen, and my sister-in-law, Ma Jinfeng, are busy at the stove.

There was corn porridge cooking in the pot, so thin that it could be used as a mirror to reflect one's image.

Su Qingyun lifted the curtain and strode into the kitchen.

A loud bang!

The sack hit the ground with a thud, raising a cloud of dust.

"Mom! Let's not drink that lousy porridge today."

Su Qingyun patted the dust off his hands and shouted at the top of his lungs.

Liu Guifen turned her head to look over.

Ma Jinfeng, who was tending the fire, stared at the burlap sacks on the ground.

"Hey! Third brother, what's this thing?"

She curiously leaned over and pinched it.

Rock hard...