Li Shiyi hadn't chosen to ride a boat, and had only bought a few short-distance train tickets, following the map to travel from one town to the next. Only on leaving the southwest did she sense that the world was truly in chaos; all over were malnourished and sickly refugees, the majority of which couldn't enter the city, only cowering and cringing as they crowded the outskirts, mixed in with the beggars. Her gait was hurried as she walked between the peace and the unrest, listening to the youths within the city weep with the longing for tanghulu, and also listening to the children outside the city, whose chests stuck to their backs with hunger. The money in her possession wasn't much, but distributing change along the road, after four or five days, her financial situation was somewhat tight. Luckily, she'd always had a plan, and had set aside her travel expenses as one, and the savings for emergencies as another, and only the remainder was to help the needy along the r...