Transmigrated into a farmer's lucky charm, all the villains in the family panicked.

Yun Zide led his parents and two younger sisters into the nearest clothing shop on the street.

The shopkeeper was startled when he saw the family enter. Where did these beggars come from?

When Yun Zide revealed his identity as a Juren (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examinations), the shopkeeper's expression immediately changed. He repeatedly apologized, but his eyes still lingered on Liang Dahua's missing front teeth several times.

Yun Zide bought his parents a presentable outfit from head to toe. As for his two younger sisters, he didn't care, mainly because he didn't want to spend the money.

The robes, skirts, shoes, and headscarves were all bought on credit.

He argued with the shopkeeper across the counter for a long time, and only after signing an IOU was he allowed to leave.

Then I went to the pastry shop and bought a few boxes of presentable pastries, and went to the jewelry shop and picked out a few not-too-shabby headdresses and fabrics.

It cost him a total of fifty taels of silver.

Fifty taels! His savings, accumulated over several years, were completely emptied in a short time.

His hands were trembling as he took out the money, but he had to maintain the air of a scholar who had passed the imperial examinations, so that no one could see how heartbroken he was.

By the time he led Yun Huai'an and Liang Dahua to finally stand at the gate of Liu Yuanwai's mansion, it was already midday.

Yun Zide straightened his clothes, trying to make his expression look calm and composed, and led his family across the threshold.

When Master Liu and his wife were sitting in the main hall, their smiles froze for a moment as soon as they saw this family enter.

Yun Huai'an was dressed appropriately, but his steps were unsteady.

Liang Dahua had a swollen face, especially her mouth, which revealed an extremely conspicuous gaping hole when she opened it.

Yun Linlin and Yun Yaya were placed in a small teahouse nearby by Yun Zide, and were not brought along.

Master Liu's lips twitched, but he couldn't help asking, "Brother Yun, what's going on here...?"

Yun Huai'an had been told by Yun Zide not to say anything carelessly, but after being asked this question, he felt extremely wronged.

He plopped down in a chair and recounted the entire incident of being robbed on the street, his eyes reddening by the end.

After listening, Master Liu remained silent for a long time.

He tapped the rim of his teacup with his fingers, a polite smile on his face, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

This family is utterly disreputable.

Even going out to propose marriage can be thwarted halfway. If they can't even handle the smallest things, what can they expect to accomplish in the future?

Madam Liu, née Zhong, even snorted through her nose.

She looked them up and down, then slowly moved away, not even bothering to hide the look of disgust on her face.

If it weren't for her youngest daughter having some unspeakable difficulties, she wouldn't have been able to find such a good marriage partner, and she wouldn't even have the chance to sit and drink tea with this country family...

……

In Ganjiacun, Yun Huaikang had no idea what his unfortunate older brother had gone through on the official road.

He's incredibly busy right now.

The incident started at noon.

Several children from refugee families were starving and snatched a cornbread bun from a child in Ganjiacun village. The children immediately started fighting.

The children of the refugees were as thin as sticks, but their reckless ferocity terrified the village kids.

By the time the adults arrived, the children were covered in mud.

The refugee child clung tightly to the cornbread, his cheeks stuffed with crumbs, staring at everyone with wide eyes. His gaze was not that of a child, but rather like that of a small animal cornered against a wall.

The atmosphere between the two sides immediately became tense after this incident.

Some of the refugees stood up, and the young men from Ganjiacun gripped their carrying poles tightly. It looked like things were about to escalate.

The village chief rushed over, stood in the middle, and looked at both sides.

He didn't get angry, nor did he chase the child away. He simply squatted down, helped the refugee child up, patted the dirt off the child, sighed, and said to the people behind him, "This child is so hungry he's almost dead. He's competing with our child for a bite to eat. What's wrong with that?"

Then he went door to door to discuss it.

The refugees were indeed pitiful; the children were so hungry their eyes were green, and the men were too weak to stand. Rather than let them risk everything out of desperation, it was better to let them eat their fill and stay put.

Each family contributed half a pound of grain, which was then pooled together to cook a large pot of rice. It wasn't much, but at least it was enough to give this group of people a hot meal.

Although the families in Ganjiacun were not wealthy, they knew they couldn't be stingy at this critical juncture. Each family contributed a bowl and a ladle, and they managed to put together several large pots.

Yun Huaikang watched from the side, his brows furrowed into a knot.

This is a good idea; doing good for others might bring some peace tonight.

But he couldn't help but wonder, when this communal meal was served, did it quell the anger of the refugees, or did it make them think that the village was wealthy and prosperous? Would they have more energy to cause trouble after eating their fill?

He mentioned it to the village chief, who sighed, "Let's leave it to fate. We've done everything we could..."

Five large pots of food were made.

The mixed grain porridge also contained some wild vegetables, dried vegetables, and a few pieces of finely chopped dried radish that the villagers had casually tossed in. Although it wasn't very oily, it was still grain, and it was cooked until it was thick and sticky.

The refugees were initially hesitant to move.

Some people huddled in the woods peeking out, while others sniffed and swallowed hard, but no one dared to go forward.

Until a hungry teenager ran over, picked up the bowl and gulped down more than half of it. The scalding hot porridge made him slurp, but he didn't fall over or get a stomachache. Instead, his eyes lit up and he reached out for a second bowl.

Only then did the people in the woods begin to move.

One, two... Soon a long queue formed. They were quiet and no one was fighting or grabbing. They took the bowls one by one and squatted by the roadside, wolfing them down.

Not long after, the two children who had been fighting fiercely were now squatting on the ground playing with pebbles again.

The refugee boy was named Lu Xiaomeng. He looked about thirteen or fourteen years old. He grinned and talked to Gan Huhu.

"If it weren't for the severe drought in our village this year, to the point that we had to eat tree bark to grow crops, we wouldn't have left our homes to come here."

Gan Huhu, a round-faced boy of about thirteen or fourteen, stared wide-eyed at the question: "You've already eaten all the grain you grow? What will you grow next year?"

Lu Xiaomeng's lips moved, but he didn't answer. This was no longer a problem for them.

Gan Huhu then asked, "So where did you come from?"

"We come from Huiyang County. Some are from Pingliang County, and further south from Ruzhou. People come from all over the place; the whole village is leaving, going wherever we end up."

Yun Huaikang squatted not far away and heard their conversation clearly.

Huiyang County, Pingliang County, and Ruzhou County are all in Guangyuan Prefecture. I never expected the disaster there to be so severe, and the officials above don't even bother to do anything about it.

Sigh, I hope the kindness shown over this meal will be of some use tonight...