Exile at the start? Milkball filming, hoarding billions of resources

The refugees all lowered their heads.

This time, they can barely survive by begging and robbing.

They could also find a job in the city and barely make it until the New Year to return and farm.

But what if the bandits come to steal it after it's planted?

The bandits on the mountain did not work and spent their days indulging in pleasure.

And they, in order to make a living, toiled tirelessly day and night.

Why should the food rations they painstakingly saved be given to these bandits?

The old man at the head of the group kept changing his expression, and the clansmen crowded around him, chattering all at once.

"Chieftain, these bandits come to rob us of our money and food from time to time. We've reported them to the authorities many times, but they haven't done anything. Now that someone is finally willing to stand up for us, what are you hesitating for!"

"Yes, chieftain, we've even robbed the government officials, so why should we be afraid of fighting bandits!"

"If we succeed in suppressing the bandits, our wives and children will be able to get through the drought safely and will never have to go hungry again. We will also no longer have to worry about these bandits."

The tribesmen were filled with excitement and couldn't wait to rush to the bandits and wipe them out.

However, the clan chief was not as optimistic as his fellow clansmen.

He sighed deeply, his face deepening into deep wrinkles.

"What if we lose?"

"Not only will the men of our tribe die tragically in the mountains, but those bandits will likely also seek revenge on our families!"

"Right now we can barely survive, but if we anger the bandits by going up the mountain to suppress them, we'll have no way out!"

Mountain bandits whom even the government dared not provoke.

How dare they, a mere small family, stand against them!

With Zhu Jingxian's help, Hua Zhuyue walked out from the crowd.

"Since you have no intention of resisting, why don't you just go and join those bandits?"

"Following them at least guarantees our people a life of food and clothing; why bother robbing them on the road here!"

The old man straightened his back and spoke righteously.

"Bamboo dies but its integrity remains; flowers fall but their fragrance lingers."

"While we may not be renowned heroes, we would never associate with such bandits!"

Hua Zhuyue smiled faintly and shook her head.

"But their food, clothing, and shelter are all robbed from you. In other words, you are supporting these bandits, giving them the audacity to wreak havoc in the countryside!"

"By neither resisting nor refusing, how is this any different from joining the bandits?"

Hua Zhuyue's words were a wake-up call for the old man.

He stammered, "This! This! How can these be the same?"

Shen Zhaoning asked softly, "How is it different?"

Yes, how is it different?

The bandits would come down to rob people whenever they were short of food and clothing.

The food the bandits ate was what they grew themselves, and the clothes they wore were woven by their wives and daughters.

They were exploited and driven like slaves to these bandits.

Even slaves receive some wages, but what about them?

Not only did they receive no salary, but they also had to endure hunger and beatings every day.

Seeing that the old man was speechless, Shen Zhaoning crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking like a shrewd old man.

"You dare rob government officials, why don't you dare deal with the bad guys!"

These people are really strange; they're both incredibly brave and incredibly timid.

The old man's dark face now had a touch of ruddy red.

"We didn't steal much. If the officials catch us, they won't behead us. At most, we'll be locked up in jail for a few years. Even in jail, we can still find food. What are we afraid of?"

Shen Zhaoning shook her little head, looking as if she felt sorry for them.

She took out several compressed biscuits and some almost melted chocolate from her bosom.

"Never mind, Mother once said that everyone has their own destiny... destiny, this is your choice, we cannot force you to interfere."

"This is all I have, you can have it all."

Shen Zhaoning looked at him with worry in her clear, bright eyes.

"We came from Kyoto, and prices have been rising along the way. If you don't have any food stored up, the money you earn working in the city might not even be enough to buy food."

"Since you don't intend to take back the grain, you should start preparing now."

When Xiaoman saw Shen Zhaoning give the food to the refugees, she touched her chest and wanted to give away the compressed biscuits and the coarse bread she had saved up.

But when he touched the chocolate, he hesitated.

He painstakingly saved these up; he wouldn't even eat them himself.

He took his hand out of his pocket, rolled his eyes, and said.

"Although I cannot give you food, I know where there is food."

When I arrived, I noticed there were quite a few elm trees. The small, round leaves on those trees are edible; they're sweet and delicious when chewed.

Shen Zhaoning let out a soft "hmm".

"How come I didn't see it?"

Xiaoman snorted smugly.

"You were so busy sleeping soundly in my mother's arms, drooling like a little pig, how could you possibly notice any of this?"

Shen Zhaoning stared blankly for a moment, then reached out and touched the corner of her mouth.

Good heavens, she was actually drooling while leaning on her second aunt's shoulder!

Her self-esteem, her image, her reputation...

Everything beautiful about her was ruined.

The thought of herself drooling and fast asleep made her so ashamed and angry that she almost fainted.

To make up for her reluctance to give away the food, Xiaoman echoed Shen Zhaoning's words and began to persuade the old man.

"When we were in Kyoto, one coin could buy seven steamed dates, but here one coin can only buy one steamed date."

"Maybe in a few days, you won't be able to buy a single steamed date."

The constables felt this deeply.

Sun Er sat on the ground and wiped the sweat from his face.

"That's right. Just a few days ago, we could still buy some wine and snacks to treat ourselves, but now we eat coarse bread like prisoners every day."

Prices are rising every day.

"If the drought continues, we might not even be able to buy food."

After Sun Er finished speaking, he slapped his thigh in frustration.

Why would he say something like that when he has nothing better to do?

What if this old man wants to fight bandits?

Putting aside the fact that suppressing bandits is not their duty, they had just been beaten twice, so how could they have the strength to fight the bandits to the death?

When the old man heard the constable say that, his expression immediately darkened.

If they have no food reserves, they will buy it no matter how high prices rise.

The problem is, they originally had grain in their hands.

How could he accept this?

The old man thought about it and couldn't help but clench the food in his hand.

He squeezed it and realized that the food in his hand looked very special and he had never seen it before.

He looked at Shen Zhaoning in surprise.

"What...what is this? I've never seen it before!"

Before Shen Zhaoning could speak, Shen Yu spoke up mysteriously first.

"These are gifts from the gods!"

Among the exiled prisoners, someone exclaimed in surprise.

"No wonder this thing is so magical; a tiny piece can fill your stomach. It must be a gift from the gods!"

"Yes, yes."

"Thinking about it carefully, not only is what we eat strange, but even the weapons the Shen family has are strange."

"Such a tiny thing, yet it can instantly paralyze someone, rendering them unable to move!"

"No wonder! It turns out that the one supporting the Shen family behind the scenes is actually a deity!"