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

Although Mu Mianmian claimed she would allocate resources reasonably, many tribe members hadn’t had a bite of meat all winter.

She said the meat should be saved for the wolf pups.

Hei Yao thought it made sense and said nothing.

But now the wolf pups were nearly starving, where was the meat saved earlier?

"If you doubt me, you can just kick me out. Why do you still listen to me?

I’ve provided so much food, only asking for a share of the game. What more do you want?"

Mu Mianmian always wore a cold demeanor, her voice carrying an undeniable sense of authority.

Plus, she had many skills others didn’t, and she once saved a dying cub, so whatever she said, Hei Yao felt it was reasonable.

Now that she was angry, Hei Yao didn’t know what to say, only clumsily explained.

"I know you’re well-intentioned. Let’s do as you say and migrate for now."

Whatever she wanted to do, he was willing to support.

Mu Mianmian nodded, her expression easing somewhat.

"I don’t need the other tribesmen to understand, as long as you understand me."

Having said that, Mu Mianmian took out something wrapped in dry leaves from a box under the bed and handed it to Hei Yao.

"I’ve been saving these because I was unwilling to eat them. Take them and share them with your brothers."

Hei Yao, with his keen sense of smell, instantly knew what was wrapped inside.

The smell of meat was rich and fragrant.

Hei Yao nodded, his eyes filled with gratitude as he looked at Mu Mianmian.

"The warriors in the tribe are all very grateful to you. It was my mistake in how I spoke earlier. I’ll discuss the migration with everyone, so you don’t have to worry."

After Hei Yao left, Mu Mianmian’s cold expression slowly turned into deep gloom.

She turned to walk to the field fenced with a wicker wall. After entering, she frowned at the scene inside.

The spring had somehow dried up, and now the crops in the field depended entirely on the nourished soil to survive. But she knew once the remaining spring water in the soil was absorbed, the land would be finished.

She had secretly instructed Hei Yao to have the tribe people excavate the surrounding soil, but it was all for nothing.

When the spring was abundant, crops grew in such numbers on this soil that she couldn’t eat them all, and even the granaries couldn’t store them. So giving some to the tribe’s wolves wasn’t a big deal, and she could gain the belief and protection of the Wolf Clan for free.

Now seeing that she herself was about to run out of food, Mu Mianmian had to think for herself first.

The granary was full of grains, and with the crops in the field, if stored properly, they should last her a long time.

Hei Yao knew she had a surplus of food, but he wasn’t sure exactly how much.

Because she was the only one who could enter the granary.

The Wolf Clan people were very obedient; as long as the leader spoke, they would follow unconditionally.

So as long as Mu Mianmian declared this area forbidden, no one but her dared approach the fenced yard during all this time.

But everything was temporary.

If the Wolf Clan was truly driven to the edge of starvation, this fragile fence couldn’t keep out those hungry clan members.

How long the cold snap would last, nobody knew.

Even the High Priest himself said this cold snap was a curse on the beastmen. After it’s over, half of them on the Beastman Continent would perish.

If the cold snap actually had an end, it wouldn’t matter for Mu Mianmian to share some food, since the wolves need to be fed to hunt and provide her with enough high-protein.

But now the cold seemed endless, and her reliant spring water had dried up. In this scenario, the food would only deplete with each use.

She wasn’t foolish enough to share all the food with them and then starve herself, struggling with them in this endless cold snap.

After checking the food storage and ensuring it was secure, Mu Mianmian spread her homemade poison generously around the granary to prevent wolves from sneaking over.

With the food secure, Mu Mianmian went to a secluded corner, dug through the earth, and soon uncovered a large stone pot below.

Opening the stone pot, it was packed full, with all the dried meat wrapped in leaves inside.

Mu Mianmian preferred fresh meat, but now fresh meat took up too much space and couldn’t be preserved, so she roasted and dried the meat hunted by the wolves, stored in the pot, preserved at low temperatures.

The stone pot was about as tall as she was, specially made with Hei Yao’s help.

Hei Yao once curiously asked what she needed such a big pot for, and Mu Mianmian just said it was for storing grain.

Now the stone pot was used to preserve dried meat underground, sealed and buried under ice and snow, serving as her backup ration. This ensured she could get adequate nutrition every day.

Most of the meat hunted by the Wolf Clan was here.

The small unsalvageable portions, Mu Mianmian would distribute to the wolf pups.

Apart from food, the beasts value their cubs the most. Since they don’t eat much, Mu Mianmian only needed to offer a bit to earn the reverence of the Wolf Clan and foster dependency among the young cubs on her.

No matter how many of these cubs survived later, they would be loyal to her once grown.

Thinking of this, Mu Mianmian took a small package out of the pot and tucked it away.

Her current plan was to lead the strongest batch of wolves on a migration first.

Of course, the migration was a ruse. Given the entire continent was in a deep freeze, migrating anywhere wouldn’t change a thing.

Her main goal was to use the migration to naturally eliminate the older group of wolves in the tribe.

There were about twenty, too old to hunt and needing care from younger wolves, they were a burden to the tribe.

Yet the Wolf Clan wouldn’t give them up, so Mu Mianmian thought of the migration, relying on uncontrollable factors to let these wolves fend for themselves.

Furthermore, this method could eliminate some useless females, leaving only the fit, young males.

Then she’d claim the migration failed to find a suitable place, leading the tribe back here.

By then, food hunted by young males wouldn’t need to be allocated to the elderly or the fertile females.

Everyone’s survival chances would greatly improve.

The young wolves could then be well-fed, the pups would be better protected, and she could establish greater prestige.

This was a win-win-win solution.

Thinking of this, Mu Mianmian took the dried meat to the cave where the wolf pups congregated.

The Wolf Clan was extremely united, so all pups, regardless of lineage, would be gathered together and fed by females.