[Exiled to farm, the system loses life, the account book slaps the face, the battle damage is slightly sweet]
On the first day after being dressed as an exiled criminal, my ten-year-old sister was dragged into the snow with her handprints pressed.
Land security guard Zhao Dehan shook off the fake food debt and slapped it in front of her: three days. If you can't get a grain of food out, people will take it away. The drunkard dad huddled in the corner, not daring to raise his head. She had no food, no money, and no one to support her.
She could only exchange her life.
A three-year life expectancy is exchanged for a snow trap map, and a five-year life span is exchanged for a handful of cold-resistant sweet potato seeds. At the moment of redemption, the bones were pierced through like red-hot iron nails, and blood spattered on the snow, leaving red spots. The system didn't push her - she had no way out.
She thought she wouldn't survive the winter. Until she discovered that after the disfigured hunter in the village touched her, the pain in her body would go to him. The snow is still falling, and the sweet potatoes are sprouting in the frozen soil.
With a pot of spicy rabbit meat, she forced Zhao Dehan to quit by raising the tab in public; with a handful of sweet potato seeds, she pulled the entire village back from the brink of starvation. The snow in Kushui Village has not stopped yet, and the days seem to have finally begun to light up.
But she didn't know that after Zhao Dehan knelt down, the county warehouse was empty. The military accounts are false. Three hundred lives were buried under the snow that had been frozen for three years, without names or surnames, without food or coffins.
With every shovelful of food she planted, she was forcing out those who didn't want her to live one by one. And she only made one mistake from beginning to end - the system never took her life, it took the Orion's.
