Refugees in Troubled Times: Survival with Sister

On the first day of time travel, Li Qianxun killed two people. He squatted outside the stone crevice and vomited until his stomach cramped. He later fell asleep leaning against the stone wall. He can't even remember. The next morning, the two bodies were gone. There were only two drag marks left on the muddy ground. They were long, deep, and crooked. They were dragged in the direction where the homeless people gathered, and disappeared into the tangled grass. I read four words on the Internet in my previous life - In the year of great disaster, people eat each other. At that time, it was just a cold word in history books. Right before his eyes, there were two drag marks and two shallow pits, not even any bone residue left. He got it. In this world, people are hungrier than beasts. There is only one sister by my side. Fifteen years old, he was as thin as a bone. After running for three days, the blood blisters on the soles of his feet burst, and he never cried out in pain. Last night, she secretly stuffed the last half of the cake into her brother's arms. There is no system, no panel, no ding-dong task prompts. Strength comes from killing, food comes from fighting, and life comes from biting one bite at a time. Hunting wild boars, making stone spears, and rescuing Wang Linyuan who was being hunted in a cave in a deserted village. A black iron token drew the brother and sister into the turbulent undercurrent of Chang'an. Escape into a city with strange order. Red and green flags direct the carriages and horses, the inn waiter calls the guests "customers", the city lord gives permission to slaughter cattle, and boxes of glass cups as thin as ice are shipped out. Li Qianxun held the gun with cold palms - these things should not appear in this world. As for the escort trip to Chang'an, he didn't know yet. What you bet on is not the goods. It is the life of a city.