After Becoming a Widow, I Took My Three Children and Fled to Survive.

When Su Min suddenly died after working overtime and opened her eyes, she transformed into a widow who had just starved to death in an ancient famine. There was a hard door panel beneath him, and in front of him were three children who were so skinny that only their bones remained, with sunken eye sockets. Her husband died early, and the family ran out of food. Even the grass roots and tree bark were eaten away by the locust plague. The villagers ate Guanyin soil until they died. The original owner gave the last ration of food to the baby and starved to death himself, leaving her to carry his own life. Seeing three children who were too hungry to even cry, Su Min gritted her teeth and had to survive. She made moldy sorghum rice into saccharified distiller's yeast, boiling out sweet life-saving syrup; when there was no grain in the field, she dug up grubs and roasted them into powder, mixed with bean cakes and cooked them into a paste to replenish the protein; when the river was closed in the cold winter, she dug out the ice and planted mycelium in the mud, relying on mushrooms to survive the coldest days; she pinched young Suaeda saplings and cooked porridge on the saline-alkali wasteland, even without salt. The road to escape is long, starvation is everywhere, and everyone is waiting to die. She was the only one who dug her way out of the mud with her three children. Planting wild vegetables and cultivating mushrooms, saving seeds to transform saline-alkali land, others nibbling tree bark and eating Guanyin soil, her children are already holding vegetable dumplings and drinking broth. Later, someone asked her the secret of surviving in the lean years. Su Min touched the youngest child in her arms and said with a smile that she just never let her child go hungry again.