Chapter 33 – Cannon Fodder Old Woman Fleeing Famine (Part 3)

After arriving in town, Wang Daya planned to first buy some coarse grains from this world, so she could mix them with the food from her space when eating later.

After all, the supplies in her space would only get fewer with each meal. She had no intention of using her high-quality stored food to feed the original host's entire large family for free.

Her main goal here was to complete her task, not to generously play charity for these people.

As soon as she entered the grain shop, she found that food prices had skyrocketed:

Coarse rice was 16 wen per jin,

Refined rice was 30 wen per jin,

Soybeans were 14 wen per jin…

Compared to last month, prices had doubled, and even so, demand still exceeded supply.

So, Wang Daya bought only the cheapest items. Even the shop's best refined rice couldn't compare to the worst batch in her space.

All in all, she bought over a hundred jin of grain and spent a bit more than one tael of silver. But this body had been doing farm work for years—carrying over 100 jin was nothing to her, so she just picked it up and walked off.

Unfortunately, two little tails followed her. It turned out someone had already set their eyes on her when she started shopping.

Of course, Wang Daya had already noticed them from the beginning—mainly because she could still use Level 1 psychic powers, so she had a clear read of her surroundings.

It wasn't a bad thing that someone harbored bad intentions—this gave her a guilt-free excuse to turn the tables and rob them instead. Plus, she was low on silver at the moment anyway.

So, she quietly slipped a shiny cleaver into the cloth bag at her side and deliberately walked into a secluded alley.

As soon as she entered, Wang Daya dropped the sack of grain she had been carrying and quickly took out the cleaver, hiding at the alley entrance.

The two little rats saw her disappear from view and rushed in without thinking—only to be greeted by a ferocious old woman wielding a gleaming cleaver.

Thanks to her weapon and her previous life's combat training, Wang Daya quickly knocked both thugs to the ground.

To prevent them from escaping, she sat down heavily on one of their backs, pressed the cleaver against one guy's face, and jabbed him with the blunt side while threatening:

"You scared this old woman half to death. You better hand over everything you've got to compensate for my spent spiritual energy!"

What could the thugs do? They had no choice but to submit to her dominance, trembling as they handed over all their money and valuables.

But Wang Daya didn't believe for a second that they had given her everything. She personally searched them, finding more coins hidden under their jackets. Even mosquito meat is still meat—so she took all the small silver bits too.

She was already over forty—it's not like she'd be embarrassed by doing this.

In total, Wang Daya looted more than seven taels of silver from the two of them. Apparently, these crooks had earned more through shady means than her entire Lin family had saved in over a decade.

As for the two of them—yes, they were scoundrels, but they didn't deserve to die, so she gave them a good beating and left them lying in the alley.

Then she picked up the grain sack again, found another deserted alley, and stored the grain in her space.

She herself changed into a man's coat—one that used to belong to her late husband—and reapplied a rugged disguise to look more masculine.

This was to avoid suspicion and confusion, because although her earlier encounter had gone smoothly, it still drained energy.

So now, Wang Daya decided to operate in disguise to save herself the trouble.

Afterward, she went to a general goods store and bought:

Fire starters and flint

Rainproof cloth

A small portable iron pot

…and other supplies to prepare for the coming escape.