Famine: Three Daily Divinations, a House Full of Wives and Concubines, and a Storehouse Full of Grain and Meat

[Hunting + Farming + Multiple Heroines + Rebel Army + Conquest + Living Dead!]

[Draw three fortunes every day!]

[Destiny: Frail constitution. Get out while you can!]

[Today’s fortune: Great luck]

[Great luck: On the southern slope of Qingfeng Mountain, a white fox has injured its right leg. Go there, and you might come away with a pelt!]

[Moderate luck: At the foot of Bailong Mountain, a pheasant is on its last legs. Hurry over and you can get some free chicken!]

[Fair luck: There’s a pond not far outside the village, full of giant crabs. Catch as many as you like. People in this dynasty don’t consider them edible, so you might get mocked.]

After transmigrating into a year of famine, Song Yang carried in his mind the sandalwood fortune-stick tube from his past life.

It held a hundred fortune sticks, and he could draw three each day.

While others chewed tree bark and ate clay, Song Yang had meat at every meal.

While others couldn’t afford to support even one wife, Song Yang had wives and concubines galore.

With war on the horizon, Song Yang had food and followers, so he raised the banner of rebellion without hesitation.

As he stormed Lin Yang City, Song Yang felt inspired to recite a poem.

When autumn comes on the eighth day of the ninth month, my flowers will bloom and all others will die.

Their fragrance will pierce Chang’an, and the whole city will be clad in golden armor.

Outside Lin Yang City, the fog lifted.

Below, a vast crowd stood in silence, every face blank, every muscle stiff.

Wait, are they even human?

The living dead? Zombies…