Transmigrated Into an Ancient Famine Novel as a Scumbag Alpha (ABO, GL) - Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Some male Qianyuan in the group couldn’t hold back. Swept up by the crowd’s frenzied cheers, they lost all reason.

A few gripped long sticks and charged at Ye Qing.

“Kill her! Only then can we enter Huai City! Charge, brothers!”

“Go, kill that woman!”

Standing before the shelter, Jiang Jinhuang’s brows furrowed tightly. Her right hand clutched the dagger, her left shielding the little one behind her.

Her gaze fell on Ye Qing. With so many against her, could Ye Qing handle it alone?

As Jiang Jinhuang worried, Ye Qing moved. Since they ignored her warning, she had no choice.

Ye Qing rushed forward with her long knife, her steps nimble, the blade an extension of her right hand.

With a swift flying kick, she knocked two refugees down. Her knife swung back, blocking a man’s stick aimed at her from behind.

Her blade sliced along the stick toward the man’s arm. A scream rang out, and he dropped the stick.

Ye Qing gave him no chance to fight back. With a horizontal slash, he collapsed.

Seeing Ye Qing’s deadly intent, the other three froze, then tried to flee.

The trafficker shouted, “Don’t be scared! She’s alone! All of you, attack!”

Ye Qing’s cold gaze swept over him. She swung her knife, moving constantly, and in moments, she took down two more refugees at the front.

These refugees weren’t like the armed bandits she’d faced before, who had real skill. Most of these were powerless, weakened by long starvation. Some could barely hold their sticks, let alone threaten Ye Qing.

Seeing Ye Qing kill three, bl00d staining the ground, some regained their senses. Avoiding Ye Qing meant living; fighting her meant dying now.

With this in mind, smarter ones at the back began scattering. The trafficker, sensing trouble, threatened, “Where are you going? Without killing her, none of you enter Huai City!”

As he shouted, a sharp pain hit his lower back—someone had kicked him from behind.

“Damn it, you’re trying to get us killed! That woman’s too strong. If we charge, we’ll die before reaching Huai City. Run, everyone!”

“Yes, run, run!”

The dozen or so at the back fled into the woods. Ye Qing, knife in hand, charged in. The seven or eight who’d led the attack were dead in moments.

The trafficker was terrified. Ye Qing approached, her bl00d-dripping knife in hand. Ignoring the pain from the kick, he scrambled back on hands and feet.

Ye Qing looked at him, noticing the ground beneath him was wet—he’d pissed himself in fear.

She shook her head in disgust and stepped forward, meeting his eyes.

He cried, trembling, begging, “Spare me, lady, please! If I die, those refugees won’t survive long.”

“Do their lives concern me? I spared you once, and you didn’t take the chance. Don’t blame me,” Ye Qing said, her knife slashing his throat.

After dealing with him, Ye Qing stood, her dress splattered with bl00d. Ignoring it, she scanned the area, ensuring no one remained, then relaxed.

The refugees had nothing worth taking. Ye Qing only searched the trafficker, finding 30 taels of silver and 326 copper coins.

She stored the money in her space and headed back.

Too many bodies lay near their camp, and Ye Qing, worried about scaring the little one, dragged them into the woods.

Jiang Jinhuang held the little one, keeping her from looking. Her own hands and feet were cold, shaken by the sight of so many charging. Thankfully, Ye Qing was there.

She stayed vigilant, holding the little one, waiting for Ye Qing.

Ye Qing dragged all eight bodies into the woods, ensuring the little one wouldn’t see them.

Finished, she returned with her knife. As she approached, Jiang Jinhuang warned, “You’re covered in bl00d. Change your outer dress.”

Ye Qing nodded, grabbing a clean dress from the cart. She removed the bloody one, put on the new, and wiped her knife with the old dress before tossing it into the woods to keep it from the little one.

She also washed her hands and face thoroughly. Only then did Jiang Jinhuang release the little one.

The little one, frightened, asked with red, teary eyes, “Sister, are all the bad guys gone?”

“Yes, they’re gone. Don’t be scared,” Jiang Jinhuang soothed softly.

The little one nuzzled her, then looked at Ye Qing. “Sister Ye, the bad guys were so scary.”

Ye Qing walked over, touching her small hand to comfort her. “Don’t worry. With me here, no one can hurt you.”

“Okay,” the little one nodded obediently.

Ye Qing and Jiang Jinhuang comforted her for a while until she calmed down. But she no longer ran around, staying near the camp by a dirt mound, drawing with a stick.

Seeing her play happily, Ye Qing left her be and turned to Jiang Jinhuang. “You okay?”

Jiang Jinhuang nodded. “I’m fine. Thanks for your hard work. Without you, Yangyang and I would’ve been in trouble.”

“No big deal. We’re together now. No need to keep thanking me,” Ye Qing said, thinking she’d prefer more favorability points instead.

The attack had chased away Ye Qing’s sleepiness, but Jiang Jinhuang, still in her heat period, soon grew tired again. Ye Qing let her rest.

She played with the little one, both using sticks to cover the camp’s ground with drawings.

The little one, thrilled, forgot the refugee attack. Kids’ emotions came and went quickly. Now, her mind was all about play.

When Jiang Jinhuang woke, she saw the big and small figures squatting outside the shelter, drawing and chatting happily.

Propping herself up, she caught Ye Qing’s eye. Ye Qing smiled back. “Awake? Rested well?”

“Pretty good. What are you two doing?” Jiang Jinhuang asked, glancing at the ground, seeing it covered in messy scribbles.

Ye Qing grinned. “I’m drawing with Yangyang. We’ve filled up the whole area.”

“Hehe,” the little one giggled happily.

Jiang Jinhuang sat up, looking closely. The ground was full of chaotic doodles. Ye Qing’s were slightly better than her sister’s, but only just.

Pinching her brow, she muttered, “Childish.”

She was amazed by Ye Qing—ruthlessly decisive against enemies, yet able to draw these silly pictures with Yangyang.

Inwardly teasing Ye Qing, Jiang Jinhuang’s eyes softened with a smile.

After more drawing with the little one, Ye Qing stretched, ready to cook.

The little one ran to Jiang Jinhuang to show off. “Sister, look! Aren’t my drawings cute?”

Looking at the crooked stick figures, Jiang Jinhuang held back a laugh, nodding. “Very nice. Our Yangyang’s the best.”

Praised, the little one beamed, pointing elsewhere. “That’s Sister Ye’s. It’s nice too.”

Jiang Jinhuang’s lips twitched, suppressing a laugh. “Indeed, very nice.”

Ye Qing’s drawings weren’t much better than her three-year-old sister’s—jagged features, limbs a mess, but oddly cute.

The little one took Jiang Jinhuang’s praise seriously, running to Ye Qing. “Sister Ye, Sister said your drawings are nice!”

Ye Qing shook her head, laughing, pinching the little one’s cheek. “You sure she’s not mocking me?”

“What’s mocking, Sister Ye?” The little one, not understanding, thought all praise was sincere.

Ye Qing laughed, shaking her head. She scooped up the little one, bouncing her without answering.

The little one, loving being lifted, giggled happily.

After playing, Ye Qing started cooking. She set the chicken pot from lunch, added water, and brought it to a boil. She took two dry flatbreads, breaking them into the pot to soften, making them tastier than eating dry.

Jiang Jinhuang emerged from the shelter, stretching. She felt much better.

Ye Qing began serving the chicken and soaked flatbread, filling each bowl generously before eating her own.

The chicken was savory, the flatbread soaked in broth. Though oily, the fat was vital for energy in winter, especially outdoors.

Ye Qing ate heartily, glancing at the little one, whose cheeks bulged as she ate, occasionally shaking her head, clearly delighted.

Among them, only Jiang Jinhuang ate daintily, even gnawing chicken bones gracefully.

Ye Qing looked briefly, then turned away. Jiang Jinhuang’s favorability had finally hit -100; she didn’t want it dropping again.

Finishing one bowl, Ye Qing served another, this time without chicken. One rooster for three people over two meals was already good.

The little one, still hungry, brought her bowl to Ye Qing. “Sister Ye, more!”

“Plenty for you,” Ye Qing said, serving her another bowl. The little one spooned up the broth-soaked flatbread, eating joyfully.

Even Jiang Jinhuang took half a bowl more. The pot of chicken and flatbread was cleaned out.

After eating, night fell. Ye Qing washed the dishes by the fire, then returned to the shelter to rest.

The little one, patting her round belly, rested contentedly in her sister’s arms.

Jiang Jinhuang, eyeing her sister’s belly, pondered. She’d thought fleeing meant no full meals, yet here they were, not starving. The little one even seemed fatter.

She touched her sister’s plump belly, looking at Ye Qing. “Ye Qing.”

“Hm? What’s up?” Ye Qing asked from under her blanket.

“Don’t give Yangyang so much tomorrow. Look at her tummy,” Jiang Jinhuang said, patting it.

Ye Qing laughed, sitting up to touch it. “Yeah, it’s round. Alright, I’ll cut back tomorrow so she doesn’t overeat.”

The little one, glumly pinching her belly fat, wondered if her sisters thought she was too chubby.