It can be said that for the sake of difficult survival, their lives were not necessarily easier than those outside, but the one thing that kept them going was that they at least had something to eat.
Even in the bitter December cold, determined bandits would still come to scout the village. It wasn't that they were overly cautious, but rather that reality forced their hand.
In addition to bandits, there were some idle soldiers. If circumstances were especially harsh, she would stealthily transfer water from her space's watering can outside, not a lot, just enough to ensure they wouldn't die of thirst.
As food was gradually consumed day by day, she would intermittently replenish it from the space.
They gave the finer foods to the elderly and children. Ye Huan, because she would occasionally sneak a tomato or cucumber, volunteered to eat coarse grains.
They saved the sweet potato flour, potato flour, and cornmeal for grandparents and her younger siblings.
