Quick Transmigration: The Mad Beauty Refuses to Be the Scapegoat!

For the first time, Jiang Lai operated the harvester, and although she only glanced at the instructions once, she handled it quite smoothly.

The rice field wasn’t large, about an acre, so it took only about half an hour with the small harvester.

Even though the harvester was second-hand, it was very handy to use.

This acre of land yielded nearly a thousand pounds of rice.

Jiang Lai was seeing so much rice for the first time, and she couldn’t help feeling a surge of satisfaction. Thinking about the imminent cold wave and the toughest days of the year approaching, her granary was filled to the brim with grain—there was something simply delightful about stockpiling food.

In addition to the granary, Jiang Lai had also dug a cellar.

Right beneath her wooden house, separated by a layer of wooden planks, she dug down three or four meters, and then arranged all the harvested potatoes, peanuts, eggplants, tomatoes, and other vegetables inside.

Furthermore, she had quite a lot of fresh cabbage, which was perfect for stew; even if she couldn’t finish it all, she wrapped it in the harvested straw and buried it in the snow under the eaves.

Next time, when she wanted to eat it, she could just dig it up, and the cabbage would be as fresh as when it was first harvested.

Jiang Lai reveled in wave after wave of harvest joy, almost forgetting she was in a different world amidst her busy tasks.

If it weren’t for occasionally being reminded by the carnivorous animals outside being electrocuted, Jiang Lai would truly feel life in the forest was quite comfortable.

"Jiang Lai, do you still remember what your mission in this world is?"

Jiang Lai thought for a moment.

"What was it again?"

"Don’t play dumb with me! You’re living a great little life here, while over there the Wolf Clan is nearly starving.

Our mission is to lead the Wolf Clan to strength, yet here you are, playing house all by yourself?"

Little Buding had provided her with all these agricultural tools just so Jiang Lai could have the capability to feed more clansmen.

But seeing Jiang Lai fortifying her territory tighter and tighter, Little Buding was getting anxious.

He still had debts to pay!

Jiang Lai remained laid-back, eating freshly picked grapes and roasting by the fire with her legs crossed.

"What’s the rush?"

"Why wouldn’t I be rushing?"

"Alright, if they can’t survive, they’ll move on."

Those wolves aren’t fools.

They weren’t far from her, and the chances of crossing paths were quite high.

Meanwhile, in the Wolf Clan territory, there were complaints all around.

The leader of the Third Tribe, who was also Jiang Lai’s father, was looking at his tribe with a worried expression.

"The cold wave hasn’t arrived yet this year, but our food supply is running low."

A High Priest beside him looked calm.

"We have Mianmian. With her, our Wolf Clan people won’t go hungry."

"The food she provides is getting less and less."

At this, even the High Priest frowned slightly.

It was indeed true.

And it had been three or four days since the last time food was given.

"As a leader, I never expected to rely on an outsider to feed our tribe.

But every time we go hunting, she gets the first pick of the catch, and then even the leftovers have to be distributed by her.

Compared to me, she is more like the tribal leader."

The High Priest reassured and patted his shoulder.

"As long as she can save the tribe, so what if we let her be the leader?"

"But this... reform she’s proposing lately, I don’t agree with it."

The High Priest’s brows knitted tight, a heavy expression on his face.

"Indeed, relocating the tribe is no small matter, and most of our tribe members are old and weak. If we move, we’ll lose many clansmen."

Just then, the sound of a horn came from outside the wooden house.

It was the kind of horn that was blown only when there was something important to announce, previously kept by the leader, but now all possessed by Mu Mianmian.

Upon hearing the horn, all the Wolf Clan people put down their tasks and gathered under the old tree.

This tree is one of the oldest in the forest and the center of the tribe. Previously, only the leader could reside in this tree, but now Mu Mianmian lives there.

The Wolf Clan people call her the Second Leader.

Because she provides food for the Wolf Clan, teaches the females how to weave and farm, and also treats the injured clan members.

So now the entire Wolf Clan follows her orders, and even the leader prioritizes her opinions.

Today, she had Hei Yao sound the horn, undoubtedly to announce something significant.

Sure enough, Mu Mianmian once again raised the issue of migration and directly instructed all clanspeople to go back and prepare.

The leader didn’t say anything on the spot, but later found Mu Mianmian to express his concerns.

"Our clanspeople, there are too many old and weak, what will they do if we really migrate?"

Mu Mianmian, clad in a thick fox fur cloak, took a sip of water from a stone cup before her.

"Leader, you must understand one thing: limited resources need to be used on important individuals.

You may not understand this well, to put it in another way, do you want to watch the whole tribe starve to death in this winter?"

This year’s cold wave is exceptionally long.

It’s as if there’s no end to it.

The leader’s silence made Mu Mianmian slightly curl her lips.

"I could completely ignore you, but I also cannot watch clanspeople starve to death one by one, and when have my decisions ever gone wrong?"

"Migration is possible, but we need to prepare many things, the elderly need to be carried on wooden frames, they cannot chew raw meat, we need to stock up more food..."

"So troublesome, when will we ever complete the migration?"

The leader’s face was taut.

"Do you have a better method?"

"Our current tribe isn’t fine? With mountains and rivers, we can leave them here for now, and once we find a suitable place to live, we can come back to fetch them."

"No way, without protection, they’ll be consumed by nearby Beast Clan members."

Mu Mianmian didn’t say much more, just told the leader to go back and think carefully.

Once the leader left, Hei Yao, who had been hiding in the corner, came out.

"The leader has a point, leaving them is a death sentence."

But Mu Mianmian remained calm.

"Then do you want to wait for death with them? It’s too cold, even I can’t grow any crops now.

I’m doing this for the good of the tribe.

If you think there’s a better way, feel free to speak up."

Hei Yao fell silent.

After a moment, he said in a deep voice.

"Our food is enough for everyone to survive this winter."

Hei Yao had built a hidden granary for Mu Mianmian, filled with uncountable food supplies.

He didn’t know what kind of mana Mu Mianmian used to make the crops grow so well and fast, but he knew that the stored food was more than enough for everyone to survive this harsh winter.

Moreover, there was some to spare.

At the mention of this, Mu Mianmian’s face changed slightly.

"Take it all out? Your clanspeople have grown accustomed to ready-made food; will they still go hunting?"

"But all the game they catch goes to you."

No matter what they caught, the game would always be sent to her first.