Sweet Dreams in Famine Years: The System Leads to a Brilliant Life

Mrs. Zhang was so frightened by Zhang Mazi's scolding that she shrank her shoulders and muttered in a low voice: "Master, why are you scolding me? Did I say something wrong?"

In her heart, she didn't feel that she was wrong. Those people were simply ungrateful and not worthy of trust.

Zhang Mazi frowned and lowered his voice: "Shut up! We are fleeing from famine, not going home to quarrel. If you continue to speak so recklessly and offend others, the team will no longer want us. How can we survive?"

In contrast, Zhang Mazi was obviously more clear-headed. He knew that acting alone would definitely lead to death. But Mrs. Zhang refused to give in and said with resentment: "Why are you running away? You have lost your grandson. What's the point of running away? Without a grandson, why should I live like this old man?"

They fled the famine with their grandson in the hope of having a future, but now that her grandson is gone, Mrs. Zhang is left with only despair.

Zhang Mazi snorted coldly and turned to leave: "If you don't want to escape, then wait for death! I don't have time to waste with you."

Before he could finish his words, his arm was suddenly grabbed by Mrs. Zhang. She choked with sobs, and her voice was full of pleading: "Master, our grandson has not been found yet! How can you just leave like that? Didn't you love him the most in the past?"

Mrs. Zhang only wanted to find her grandson. Although Zhang Mazi loved her grandson before, he loved himself more in his heart.

"We've searched all along the way and looked everywhere, but still can't find her. That child is probably gone forever." Zhang Mazi's face was full of helplessness, and his tone was powerless.

When Mrs. Zhang heard this, she seemed to be struck by something. She immediately collapsed to the ground and burst into tears: "My dear grandson, my poor dear grandson! It's all because of those heartless people who didn't even bother to look for him!"

Zhang Mazi was upset and frowned after hearing this. Finally, he couldn't help but flicked his sleeves and walked away without looking back.

Mrs. Zhang did not chase after him, but continued crying and shouting on the ground, heartbroken.

At the same time, Yang Xuyu and his group finally returned to the group of people fleeing famine. When the villagers saw that the head of the village was actually supported by someone, they gathered around and asked what had happened.

Several villagers who were accompanying them were also frank and told everything that happened along the way in detail.

"Not only did Zhang Mazi not thank us for helping him find the person, but he also pushed the village chief to the ground!" a villager said angrily.

When Yang Xuyu's three sons heard this, their faces suddenly darkened. The eldest son clenched his fists and angrily asked, "What did you say? Was my father pushed down by Zhang Mazi?"

"Yes, that Zhang Mazi was unhappy that we didn't find his grandson, so he didn't let us go back. After a few words of disagreement, he pushed the village chief to the ground." Another villager added.

After hearing this, the third son's face was filled with annoyance and anger. He said regretfully, "If we had known earlier, we should have gone with him. How could we have let Dad suffer this?"

With the three brothers around, Zhang Mazi would not dare to attack their father easily no matter how brave he was. Yang Xiaoqiang, the youngest son of Yang Xuyu, was impulsive. How could he tolerate his father being bullied? He immediately rolled up his sleeves and said angrily: "I'm going to find Zhang Mazi to settle the score!"

Yang Xuyu was extremely worried when he saw this, fearing that his son might get into trouble, and he quickly shouted, "Stop! Don't go!"

Yang Xiaoqiang turned around angrily and asked dissatisfiedly: "Dad, he hurt you so badly, why are you still protecting him?"

Yang Xuyu was so angry at his youngest son's words that he rolled his eyes and couldn't help but scold: "Protecting him? I'm just afraid that you will get into trouble impulsively! What good will it be if you take action?!"

Yang Xiaoqiang wanted to continue arguing, but Yang Daqiang had already stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and said calmly: "Third brother, don't make trouble. Listen to your father and don't be impulsive."

Yang Xiaoqiang closed his mouth unwillingly and stood there without saying anything. Yang Daqiang and Yang Erqiang thanked the villagers who helped Village Chief Yang back with gratitude.

At this time, Yang Xuyu's wife had already found the old doctor in the village and asked him to check Yang Xuyu's body. After a careful examination, the doctor breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, it's nothing serious, just a little frightened, just rest for a few days."

Only after the doctor said that Yang Xuyu was in good health did Yang Xuyu's family feel relieved.

At this time, Zhang Mazi returned to the team. The villagers had already heard about Yang Xuyu being pushed down by him, so they looked at him with a bit of hostility. Yang Xuyu had gone to help find his grandson out of kindness, but Zhang Mazi turned his kindness into hatred. Everyone knew that no one would dare to help him easily in the future.

Zhang Mazi knew he was in the wrong, so he lowered his head and didn't dare to look at the villagers. He quietly returned to where he had placed his belongings, hid in a corner, and didn't even eat dinner.

It was late at night, and the forest was completely silent. Only a few villagers who were on night watch were still dozing by the campfire. The fire flickered from time to time, and occasionally made crackling sounds, which made it seem even more dull and deserted.

As the night deepened, the villagers who were on night watch became sleepy, and even the firewood in their hands was about to go out. At this moment, a thin figure quietly passed through the campfire and walked quietly into the depths of the cave.

With the weak light of the fire, the figure slowly approached where Zeng Zhengen and the others were. Mrs. Zhang's face was terribly gloomy in the shadows, and her eyes swept across the children lying on the ground like a knife.

Her eyes were filled with resentment and her heart was filled with vicious thoughts: Since Zeng Zhengen had caused her beloved grandson to disappear, she would make Zeng Zhengen's son repay this debt!

Mrs. Zhang thought viciously, and then her evil claws stretched out towards Zhang Jiajun who was sleeping outside.

Mrs. Zhang has even figured out how to deal with this bitch's son.

Just as Mrs. Zhang's evil claws were about to touch Zhang Jiajun, suddenly a cold light broke through the darkness, and a sharp blade slashed straight towards her wrist.

"what--!"

A shrill scream echoed through the cave, waking everyone up.

The villagers woke up from their dreams, rubbed their eyes and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a ragged figure lying on the ground, rolling in pain. Blood gushed out from her wrist, quickly staining the ground red, and the strong smell of blood filled the air, making people nauseous.

The timid villagers were frightened by this scene and screamed: "Ah! Murder!"

The family members next to him quickly covered his mouth, fearing that they would alarm more people.

After hearing the noise, Pan Yang rushed to the scene immediately, looked around vigilantly, and immediately asked: "Zeng girl, what happened? Is anyone injured here?"

Zeng Zhengen had already stood up alertly, looking coldly at Mrs. Zhang who was struggling in pain on the ground, and slowly said, "Uncle Pan, just now this thief sneaked into the cave in the dark and tried to harm my son. Fortunately, I woke up in time, otherwise I'm afraid my son would have been killed by her."

As soon as Zeng Zhengen finished speaking, the villagers cast shocked glances at him. Someone recognized Mrs. Zhang on the ground and exclaimed, "It's Zhang Mazi's wife!"

Zhang Mazi was also awakened at this moment. He squeezed out of the crowd and rushed forward to see that the person screaming on the ground was his wife. His face suddenly turned pale, and his tone was filled with anger and panic: "Mrs. Zhang! What the hell are you doing?!"

Mrs. Zhang was in so much pain that she couldn't speak and could only whimper in pain. Zhang Mazi anxiously used a piece of cloth to stop the bleeding and explained in a panic: "Fellow villagers, she must be crazy! She lost her grandson and her mind is not normal. Please don't blame her!"

"Uncle Pan, just now the thief sneaked into the cave and wanted to steal my son. Fortunately, I was not sleeping soundly, otherwise my son would have been stolen by the thief."

Zeng Zhengen calmly recounted what had just happened. When the villagers of Dapo Village heard that someone had broken into the cave to steal the child, their faces suddenly changed. They thought of the tragic scenes of exchanging children for food when fleeing famine mentioned by the elders in the past, and they couldn't help but feel cold in their hearts.

They were in a difficult time of fleeing famine, and this man came in raggedly, obviously with bad intentions. Many villagers held their children tightly in their arms, fearing that their children would be kidnapped if they were not careful. The atmosphere in the whole cave suddenly became tense.

Zeng's family was also terrified. Zeng's mother hurried over and checked Zeng Zhengen's condition with an anxious look on her face: "Girl Zeng, are you and the child okay?" There was deep worry in her voice.

Zeng Siyuan also looked remorseful. He blamed himself for sleeping too deeply and not being able to notice the movement in time. He looked at his sister in silence, his eyes full of apology.

Zeng Zhengen shook his head gently and comforted him: "Dad, Mom, Big Brother, we are all fine, don't worry."

Zhang Jiajun and his two brothers were also awakened. When they heard that someone wanted to steal them away, the three brothers' faces turned pale with fear.

Zeng Zhengen held the three brothers in his arms and comforted them for a long time. Only then did the brothers' expressions become much better.