Fleeing Famine in Ancient Times: I Have Billions of Sign-In Supplies

Qi Huanhuan never imagined she could be this lucky: the very first day she transmigrated was also the first day of their flight from famine.

She helplessly rubbed her forehead and looked at her frail, emaciated family and the refugees, all skin and bones.

Well, she had billions of supplies at her disposal, but every time she could only get a stingy little bit.

Still, that was all right. If everyone pulled together, they could make it through this crisis.

"I'm here. Don't push yourself too hard." Her childhood betrothed pulled her behind him, putting himself between her and every hardship.

Qi Huanhuan pulled away and planted her hands on her hips. "I'm no delicate flower. Let me handle this."