Blessed Girl From a Farm Family: Surviving the Famine With Space - Chapter 4

Fu Changping suddenly leaped up from the ground, a hefty stone in hand, and hurled it straight at Fu Manman’s head. A direct hit would’ve cracked her skull open. But she reacted swiftly, shoving him aside with a single push.

He crashed onto the dirt, his eyes bloodshot as he roared, “You crazy bitch! If you want to die, go die alone! Don’t drag us down with you! Who’d follow you? Get lost!”

“Husband! Oh heavens, how are we supposed to survive now?!” His wife wailed, throwing herself over him before suddenly lunging at Fu Manman, fists flying, “I’ll beat you to death, you little witch! You want to die? Then die alone! Why ruin us?!”

The blows landed, but Fu Manman felt no pain—only a chilling numbness.

So these are the ‘family’ the original owner had? So desperate to save themselves, they’d kill her without hesitation. Had she dodged even a second slower, that stone would’ve ended her.

She pushed the aunt away, sending her stumbling back with barely any effort.

“Fine. If you won’t come, I won’t force you. From now on, Fu Manman has no ties to any of you.” Her voice was ice as she swept her gaze over them.

“Fu Changping,” the clan leader interjected coldly, “follow her and bring my granddaughter back unharmed. Do this, and I’ll allow your family to stay—but you’ll renounce this madgirl forever.”

Let’s see how long she lasts without adults to protect her.

“Y-yes, Master! I’ll bring the young mistress back!” Fu Changping kowtowed furiously, shooting Fu Manman a look of pure venom.

“Xiao An,” Granny Wang, a neighbor who’d always pitied the boy, urged softly, “beg the master to spare you. Cut ties with your sister, and his mercy might let you stay.”

If I can raise him as my own, at least someone will bury me when I’m gone.

Fu An knelt frozen, his thin frame trembling. The threat of exile had paralyzed him with terror.

After a brutal internal struggle, he finally held out the swaddled infant.

His eyes met his elder sister’s—She’s still her… yet somehow different. Crazier. Or… clearer?

“Jiejie…” His voice cracked.

“Mm. Take care.” Fu Manman took the baby, her face unreadable. She wouldn’t force him. Maybe this was better.

Without the original owner’s memories, can I even call this ‘family’ mine?

With her meager belongings, she walked away without looking back.

Only when they were safely distant did she release Fu Yunli, “Go. If I ever see that arrogance again, I’ll beat it out of you twice as hard.”

Fu Yunli seethed, too scared to spew the curses bubbling inside—but one threat slipped out, “You’ll regret this. No clan, no village will take you in. You’ll die like the stray dog you are!”

“Hmph! Save your concern. I won’t regret a thing.” Fu Manman’s voice was steel.

Fu Yunli stomped away with a furious glare.

But Fu Changping’s eyes locked onto the rice sack slung over Fu Manman’s shoulder, greed flashing in his gaze. In a sudden lunge, he ripped Little Maodan from her arms and held the wailing infant aloft, “Hand over the rice, or I dash his brains out!”

The threat came too fast to counter. Fu Manman’s fists clenched—she would do it. This child was her brother now. She couldn’t abandon him.

“Half! You get half. Put him down.” She raised her own fists, venom in her tone, “Deny me survival, and I’ll drag you to hell with me.”

If not for the baby, I’d pound you into the dirt.

Fu Changping hesitated. He knew Fu Manman’s monstrous strength. If pushed too far, even the baby might not stop her.

“Fine. Half!” he spat.

Fu Manman upended the sack, dumping half the rice onto the dusty ground, “No bag. Pick it up yourself.”

The moment Fu Changping saw the precious grains scatter amid dead leaves and dirt, he hurled Little Maodan aside with a howl, “Blasphemy! The heavens will strike you down for this!”

The infant’s weak, kitten-like cries pierced the air.

“You’d harm a baby? You’re the one damned here.” Fu Manman snatched up Little Maodan, then wheeled around—just as Fu Changping frantically stripped off his coat to gather the spilled rice.

She kicked him square in the back, “That’s for Maodan, you rotten old—!”

He flew face-first into the dirt, his makeshift bag bursting open again. His groans of pain were drowned by the wind.

Fu Manman hugged Little Maodan tightly as she walked away, her heart swelling with a mix of determination and wonder.

She had been reborn—younger, stronger, and blessed with inhuman strength. The heavens haven’t been entirely unfair. Sure, her new life began in the midst of a famine, starving and freezing, but at least she had the power to fight back.

I will survive here.

Gently patting the whimpering baby in her arms, she whispered, “Don’t worry, Maodan. Your big sister will keep you alive.”

This child… was now her hope.

She ran until the refugee caravan vanished behind her, then slumped onto a rock to catch her breath. The landscape stretched before her—barren, lifeless, with only brittle grass and fallen leaves rustling in the biting wind. Winter’s coming.

Her threadbare coat offered little warmth. She cursed under her breath—I should’ve demanded a blanket too. Without proper shelter, the cold would kill them both by nightfall.

Her gaze fixed on a distant, shadowy forest. Maybe there’s food… or at least firewood.

“Jiejie—!”

A voice called from behind. She turned to see two scrawny figures sprinting toward her.

As they neared, she recognized one—Fu An, her “little brother.” The other boy was taller but just as malnourished, his face smudged with dirt beneath a wild mop of hair.

“Jiejie, we’re coming with you!” Fu An declared, dragging the other boy forward, “This is Er-ge (Second Brother), Fu Qiang.”

Ah, another brother? Fu Manman studied the silent boy. He looks… vacant. Is he slow-witted?

“If you follow me, you’ll be outcasts. You understand that?”

Fu An squared his bony shoulders, “What choice do we have? Mom and Dad are gone. And you—” He hesitated, then blurted, “You’re not right in the head! How could I abandon you and Maodan?”

Fu Manman’s heart warmed—until his last words registered.

This kid! She almost laughed. Insulting and adorable in the same breath.

But his loyalty was undeniable. “Fine. But no complaining when things get tough.”

Fu Qiang simply nodded, his dull eyes flickering with something faint—trust? Resignation?

“First priority—shelter before nightfall.” She stood, adjusting Maodan in her arms. “Let’s move.”