He has a spatial ability and saves three children on his escape route.

Chapter 31 Wen Lin's Grievance

"Stop, let's rest here," said Yang, the village head who was walking at the front. He looked at the sky and decided to rest here for the day.

"Rest where you are, rest where you are..." Yang Linghan, the eldest son of Yang Lizheng, turned around and ran back, shouting loudly as he ran.

Old Mrs. Wen said forcefully, "Second son, come over here. It's safer for the whole family to rest together."

Wen Dashan thought his mother made sense, so he and his family settled down in the open space next to his mother's house.

Wen Lin quickly took a few steps forward and occupied the space next to Wen Dashan and the others. She said with an embarrassed smile, "Living together means we can look after each other."

Wen Dashan didn't bother to respond, and turned to Wen Zisong and the others, saying, "On the road of fleeing famine, we're all family, eating from the same pot. Do any of you have any objections?"

"No," Wen Zisong, Wen Zibo, and Wen Zihua all said they had no objections.

Wen Dashan looked at Wen Yuxia, who said helplessly, "My family doesn't have much grain. If your uncles don't mind, I have no objection."

To be honest, there was plenty of cooked food in the space, and she really didn't want to share with anyone. However, since Wen Dashan had suggested it and Wen Zisong and the others had agreed, she couldn't very well refuse.

Wen Zisong laughed and said, "We're all family, so let's not be like strangers. We must unite during difficult times. It doesn't matter if we have a lot of grain or a little."

Yang glanced at Wen Linshi, who was setting up a stove on the Lin family's land, and said to Wen Dashan, "Father, it seems that Mother doesn't plan to take care of our family anymore. I'll take care of the family affairs for now."

Wen Dashan is a man; he can't possibly assign chores to his daughters-in-law every day. It's better to leave these tasks to Yang Shi.

So he nodded and said, "Eldest daughter, I'm entrusting you with our food and lodging on the road. You'd better take good care of the household."

“No problem,” Madam Yang said seriously, then began assigning tasks to the family members: “The head of the household will help set up the stove, my second sister-in-law and I will cook, and my third sister-in-law will be responsible for taking care of the seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth children.”

Yunhai took his other younger brothers to gather firewood, and Daya took your uncles for a walk around the area whenever she had time. As for Dad, you can just sit and rest.”

Having just harvested the rice, they went to the mountains to gather wild produce. The villagers in all three villages had no shortage of food; for their first meal on the road to escape famine, every family prepared a sumptuous feast.

At Old Mrs. Wen's house, they were having stewed chicken and stir-fried cabbage. The pork at the Lin family's house was also stewed and smelled delicious. Meanwhile, at Wen Dashan's house, Wen Yuxia had gone into the woods to hunt pheasants and rabbits.

Braised rabbit, stewed chicken with chestnuts, and cold wild vegetables were laid out on the ground. Wen Dashan also asked Wen Zisong to bring a bowl of braised rabbit to his wife.

Old Mrs. Lin, standing nearby, said with longing, "A mother-in-law is still a mother, son-in-law, don't forget to bring me a bowl of rabbit meat. Oh, and we don't have any stewed chicken, so I'd also like a bowl of chicken soup."

Wen Dashan said coldly, "Before fleeing the famine, Lin chose to take the grain back to her parents' home. From then on, we separated our households. So, don't even think about eating my food anymore."

Ever since he lost all hope in Wen Linshi, Wen Dashan had shown the Lin family no kindness whatsoever, and they wouldn't even let him have any food.

"Eldest daughter, ladle me a bowl of chicken soup. Da Ya, starting tomorrow, send over a portion of every game you hunt. And you, Yun Shen, starting tomorrow, you'll be in charge of the Lin family's firewood..."

This meal kept Wen Linshi extremely busy. She set up the stove, gathered firewood, foraged for wild vegetables, and even fetched water from the river. The pork and cabbage soup simmering in the pot was made by her, as was the brown rice porridge in the earthenware pot.

The Lin family, young and old, more than ten people, were all lying on the ground resting and waiting to be served. Wen Linshi felt very wronged. Just then, Wen Dashan gave her mother a hard time, so she took the opportunity to make a request to her children and grandchildren, hoping that they could help her share some of the burden on the road ahead.

Wen Dashan sneered: "It's your business if you like being enslaved. My Wen family's descendants will never be slaves to the Lin family. Zisong, all of you listen to me: anyone who dares to work for the Lin family, anyone who dares to take food from our home to the Lin family, I will kick them out of the Wen family."

"Yes, Father,"

"Yes, Grandpa,"

Wen Zisong and the others said loudly,

Wen Dashan picked up his bowl and took the first bite of chicken before Wen Zisong and the others began to eat.

Wang Bazhu carried over two bowls of meat and vegetables and saw the Wen family sitting together happily eating. He smiled and said, "Da Ya, my mother asked me to bring over two bowls of vegetables."

Wen Yuxia turned around and saw Wang Bazhu standing behind her. She quickly stood up and took the two large bowls from Wang Bazhu's hands, inviting him to sit down and eat with her. Wang Bazhu shook his head and said, "No need, I'll eat at home."

Yang glanced at the two bowls of food that Wang Bazhu had brought, then quickly stood up and called out to him, "Uncle of Daya, wait a minute."

He took out two clean large bowls, filled one large bowl with chicken soup and the other with braised rabbit meat, and handed them to Wang Bazhu to take back.

"Chicken stew with mushrooms, cold sliced ​​pork belly—Da Ya's grandma is so generous, she gave us practically all meat," Wen Zisong said, picking up a piece of cold sliced ​​pork belly with his chopsticks as he ate.

Madam Yang chuckled, "Luckily, I had a backup plan. There's still plenty of chicken broth and rabbit meat left in the pot, perfect as a return gift for Uncle Daya."

It turned out that Yang was afraid that if she brought out too many dishes at once, Old Mrs. Wen and Wen Lin would have their eyes on them, so she only scooped out half of the chicken soup and rabbit meat, planning to bring them out when they were almost finished eating.

Wen Yuxia said softly, "Grandma told me before that Hong'er and I should eat with them. I guess she had Uncle Ba bring the food over since we didn't go. Tomorrow I want to take Uncle Ba with me to find something to eat."

Wen Dashan said with some hesitation, "Your maternal grandfather's family has many men. It wouldn't hurt us to build good relations with them on the way out of the famine. The only problem is that they might not have brought enough food."

The Wang family consists of twelve people. Wen Dashan doesn't think he has the ability to provide for their basic needs, but if the Wang family has money and food, he wouldn't mind befriending them.

"Grandpa, my maternal grandparents' family has no shortage of food. When I visited them before, I went hunting in the mountains with some of my uncles..." Wen Yuxia said softly, half-truthfully.

After saying that, she remembered the travel permit her grandmother had given her, so she quickly took it out of her pocket and handed it to Wen Dashan, lowering her voice to say, "Grandpa, this is the travel permit that your great-uncle helped you with. Grandma said that having the travel permit would put your mind at ease."

Wen Dashan excitedly took the permit and carefully stuffed it into his arms. With a travel permit, he was a law-abiding citizen, so he wouldn't be afraid even if he got separated from the village chief and the others.

"Da Ya, visit your maternal grandparents' family and your great-uncle's family more often in the future," Wen Dashan said happily.