Quick Transmigration: Pangu is Actually My Brother

Chapter 285 The World of Famine Relief (4)

"Mother, you can decide for me." Wangyou didn't offer any opinion, and neither did the others.

"Okay, it's settled then. I'll be called He Wenlan from now on."

"Honey, when should I go and change my household registration?"

"Let's wait a few days. When the villagers are less concerned, we can take a side road to the county town to change our household registration."

"Okay." Xie Zhian had no objections; whatever his daughter said went.

"This stone is amazing. Just one stone and it's warmed up here," Xie Qingqu said in surprise, looking at the fire crystal.

"We'll be living here from now on, and probably for quite a while, so we definitely need to furnish it properly."

"That's easy, Dad will go up the mountain to chop firewood tomorrow."

And so, the family settled down in the cave. A few days later, Wangyou and Xie Zhian secretly went down the mountain, bribed the clerk in the yamen with a lot of silver, and got their household registration and travel permits sorted out.

"Girl, why do we need travel permits?"

"We'll definitely need it in the future, then we can just leave."

“That makes sense. So where do we go now?” Xie Zhian asked in a low voice.

Wangyou was speechless. She had never been to the county town before, so how would she know where to go? But seeing her father's expectant look, she sighed and said, "Let's go to the cloth shop and buy more cotton cloth to make clothes."

"Okay, let's go!" With a goal in mind, Xie Zhian moved quickly. The father and daughter bought a lot of cotton cloth and then went to the bookstore to buy several primers.

Wangyou wanted to see if there were any differences in books and other things in this world, so that she wouldn't find herself illiterate after teaching others if the characters were different.

Wangyou picked up a few primers and flipped through them. The Chinese characters here were similar to those she had learned, except that they seemed to have a particular preference for the thin gold script. However, this had little to do with Wangyou. She then briefly looked through the Four Books and Five Classics, and they were all pretty much the same.

After buying the books, they went to the pharmacy and bought a lot of medicinal herbs. They had everything they needed, so the father and daughter hurriedly went home.

In the days that followed, Wangyou began to educate the whole family. As for writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones, Wangyou had plenty in her space, so she simply took them out and let them use them.

Now that everything was out in the open, Wangyou stopped hiding anything and gave herself and everyone else a medicinal bath.

Then, regardless of age, everyone must learn martial arts, as martial prowess is indispensable in chaotic times.

This world has a faint spiritual energy, which is suitable for cultivating immortality, but Foundation Establishment is impossible. At most, one can live a little longer. Wangyou simply doesn't plan to live for a long time, but only teaches everyone ancient martial arts.

Of course, making medicine is essential. To paraphrase Wangyou, I feel unsafe going out if I don't carry some poison with me.

To Wangyou's surprise, Xie Qingxi had an exceptional talent for medicine. When Wangyou was teaching, Xie Qingxi would often follow along and learn very diligently. Xie Qingxi could memorize the medicinal properties of many herbs after Wangyou explained them once. Therefore, Wangyou focused on teaching Xie Qingxi medical skills.

Xie Qingqu may look simple-minded, but he has a high talent for martial arts, so he focused on practicing martial arts.

As for Xie Qingci, he was mediocre in martial arts and medicine, but Wangyou discovered that he was a rare strategist who, if properly trained, would become a great asset in the future.

As for Xie Qingtian, she is very good at accounting, so the housekeeping duties can be handed over to her from now on.

As for Xie Zhi'an, Wangyou was quite helpless. He was actually very good at farming and had even invented his own method of composting, which was something that the Zhou family had never believed before.

He Wenlan makes clothes very well; she is very skillful. Although she has not received formal training, she can embroider very beautifully on her own.

They were a family of talented people, it's just a pity they were killed off as cannon fodder.

"Little sister, guess what I just heard?" Xie Qingci returned with a beaming smile.

"The Zhou family's fortune is gone, you've found out?"

"how do you know?"

"Because I'm the one who took it. I was thinking I'd wait a while, but I only found out now." Wangyou said with a hint of disdain, after all, she had emptied the places where the old man and old woman hid their money, leaving them with just a bag. As for the copper coins in the box, Wangyou didn't touch them.

Wangyou took most of the grain from the cellar, leaving only a small portion at the cellar entrance as a cover.

"Sister, well done! You didn't see it, but the way that old woman Zhou cried and screamed was absolutely amazing!" Xie Qingci was delighted just thinking about it.

"Second brother, have you mastered the basic knowledge for today?"

"I'll go learn to read and practice now," Xie Qingci said sensibly, and went to study.

After three months of study, everyone had mastered the basic knowledge, so Wangyou began to provide them with targeted training.

Xie Zhian and Wangyou gave him a comprehensive agricultural encyclopedia and told him to study it carefully.

He Wenlan and Wangyou found an embroidery encyclopedia so that she could learn and study it more in her spare time.

Through observation, Xie Qingqu discovered that this person was more suited to using broadsword-type weapons, so he focused on teaching him swordsmanship.

Xie Qingci, Wangyou prepared various military strategy books for him. As for weapons, he was not suitable for martial arts training, but he needed them for self-defense, so she taught him to shoot hidden weapons. However, he could not miss the basic training every day.

Xie Qingtian, Wangyou focused on cultivating her mathematical skills and business acumen, while also ensuring that her martial arts training was not neglected.

Xie Qingxi had to memorize books every day with Wangyou, including various traditional Chinese medicine books. Wangyou would check his memorization. He also had to practice martial arts.

As for forgetting herself, things are much easier. She's still young, only a little over two years old now. After assigning tasks, she just eats and sleeps all day, living a happy life.

In June, Xie Zhian brought back news that the northern barbarians had invaded, and at the same time, various vassal kings had rebelled. Peach Blossom Village had not seen rain for a year, the riverbeds had dried up, and the villagers were preparing to flee the famine.

Should we follow?

"Let's not leave yet. We definitely need to escape the famine, but not now. Let's wait two years until I'm a bit older," Wangyou said helplessly, looking at her three-headed figure.

"That's fine. It's not safe on the road now. When I went into the city before, the wealthy people there seemed a bit strange. Now that I think about it, I guess they've run away." Xie Zhian's feelings were somewhat complicated.

Fleeing from famine—that was the most terrifying thing in the eyes of the older generation, and now it's finally their turn.

After their initial surprise, the Xie family went back to their usual routines. With plenty to eat and drink, why didn't they hurry up and practice martial arts and study?

"Wangyou, your father wants to discuss something with you?"

"what's up?"

“Two families in the village helped us before, at least they carried us down from the mountain. In this year, I thought I’d give each of them some grain, not too much, just to repay that favor,” Xie Zhi’an said somewhat nervously.

“We should indeed send some.” Wangyou nodded and took out two bags of grain from her spatial storage. They were all coarse grains, which she had taken from the Zhou family’s cellar.

"Dad, send them coarse grains, ten catties per family, mixed with a little bit of our own food. Just a little bit will do. At least they'll have some strength, and their chances of survival will be higher. Any more than that and they won't be able to protect them," Wangyou explained.

"Father knows, Father will deliver it to them later." Xie Zhi'an was very happy, and went out with Xie Qingqu that evening.