Reincarnated into a Female-Dominated World to Build Infrastructure (Translated)

Chapter 96 Moral Coercion

Chapter 96 Moral Coercion

Feng Xiran stood by the cave entrance, watching the sky grow increasingly darker. The hail showed no sign of stopping. Soon, small beads of hail scattered in front of the cave.

At first, the hailstones were small, melting into the soil as soon as they touched it. But as the hail grew heavier, the melting could no longer keep up with the falling.

She had heard of the saying "snow in June" and had always wondered what that might look like, but now, she was truly shocked.

Hail usually falls in summer, occasionally at the junction of spring and summer, but it was still spring now—this weather was far too extreme.

"Looks like this year's harvest will be affected!"

Someone muttered this.

This sudden hailstorm had already frozen and killed the spring wheat, or beaten the crops on the ground to death. Life was getting harder.

"Will the heavens not let people live anymore?!"

Not far away, an old woman who had been sheltering in the cave with them suddenly broke down in tears and shouted.

Her messy, white hair and the tattered, ill-fitting patched clothes on her body told the story of her misfortune. As she cried, she began to scream about how she was sorry to her sons and that living was only a burden, that she might as well die. Saying this, she rushed towards the cave entrance.

No one knew where the old lady got her strength from—before, her sons had to carry her on their backs. She stumbled a few steps, almost making it out of the cave, but Ling Shuang grabbed the back of her collar, nearly tearing her clothes.

"If you want to die, die far away from us. Don't die in front of us. Look at your sons, taking turns carrying you up here, and they haven't complained. And you're yelling? Get back here."

Surprisingly, after Ling Shuang scolded her, the old woman seemed to lose her spirit. She meekly let herself be carried back by her sons, who had rushed over.

Her sons, exhausted as they were, didn't argue with Ling Shuang, only thanked her politely and carried their mother back.

Ling Shuang was feeling frustrated and angry. Feng Xiran, noticing her mood, stopped making a fuss and suggested they return to the city to look for Jing Sa and the others.

"Let's prepare some fire and start a fire," Feng Xiran suggested.

The weather outside didn't seem likely to clear up anytime soon. It looked like they would have to spend the night in the cave, so they might as well warm up by a fire.

None of them had eaten a thing since the morning, and their tempers were growing increasingly short.

The cave was only a temporary shelter and wasn't very big—there was barely enough room to turn around, let alone store any food.

The sound of stomachs rumbling, combined with the patter of hail outside, made the silence inside even more awkward.

"It's getting dark, and we haven't eaten all day. Does anyone have any food?" Xue Chenxi, rubbing her stomach, asked Yao Xiang weakly.

Yao Xiang rummaged through her carry bag, and after a while, she pulled out some dried fruit and pills, which she handed to Feng Xiran and the others.

Not far away, the family sheltering with them also seemed to be starving. They stared at Feng Xiran's group, but soon averted their eyes. The man asked the woman how much food they had left.

"Just this flatbread, and I secretly hid it yesterday when we ran into a nobleman." The woman pulled out a piece of hard flatbread from inside her clothes.