No Need to Panic During the Famine: Taking My Family on the Run to Become the Ancestor

[Famine Flight + Stockpiling Supplies + Space + Sweet and Satisfying + Development]

Lu Zhizhi had foreseen two disaster warnings and spent every last penny stockpiling supplies. She was just one serving of pork rice short of claiming her order when she transmigrated, only to have an old woman three times her age kneel before her and call her Ancestor.

She refused to accept it. She was still young! But the old woman won her over with a single sentence and took her down the mountain.

Looking at a household of more than thirty people, from infants to elders, and clutching the mithril bracelet and letter in her hands, Lu Zhizhi learned that her task was to ensure their survival as they fled famine amid the chaos. Only then could she return to her own time. Fine, she’d flee first and see how things went.

She had thought she’d have to become a self-sacrificing saint, but these people genuinely treated her like an Ancestor and worshipped her. If there was a cart, they’d give her a seat; if there wasn’t, they’d carry her. They could eat whatever they liked, but their Ancestor mustn’t suffer. They even picked the freshest wild vegetables and hunted the liveliest game for her.

When famine and war struck at once, she relied on everyone’s “offerings” to gather treasures and followers along the way, living like a true Ancestor. Even the person who had schemed against her from the start and called her a fake Ancestor ended up doting on her like crazy.

Being an Ancestor? This was the life!