Reincarnated Hungry Ghost

The apocalyptic world Qiu Qi once lived in was truly a living hell on earth. Monsters, natural disasters, and famine struck simultaneously—a complete apocalypse package.

In the early years, the nation still had food reserves, but after those ran out, everyone discovered that no matter what method they used, they couldn’t grow normal food. It was then that humanity truly felt the harshness of the end of days.

Even someone with spatial abilities like him couldn’t escape that plight. Later, he, like everyone else, had to eat monster meat and mutated plants that tasted terrible, only occasionally daring to take out a piece of candy hidden in his space to comfort himself.

Actually, if the system had negotiated properly, he would have been a hundred thousand times willing to come to this world to complete missions. After all, he wasn't sure about people in other worlds, but people in the apocalyptic world would certainly do anything for a bite to eat.

Unfortunately, this so-called villain system was truly too domineering. Perhaps creatures of lower dimensions weren’t qualified for equal exchange with creatures of higher dimensions, but that didn't mean creatures of lower dimensions were easy to bully.

Even a lion uses its full strength to catch a rabbit. The system had underestimated him too much; falling into his hands was well-deserved…

The standard of living in ancient times was actually not high, especially for poor farmers; life was equally difficult. Therefore, the Zhong family’s dinner was not delicious, consisting only of dry corn cakes and thin vegetable soup.

However, today was a little better. Zhong Lao Tai had just “earned” three hundred copper coins, so everyone got extra food: half a fried corn cake made with fine flour, the size of a palm, golden and fragrant. Just smelling it was enough to make one’s mouth water.

Qiu Qi received his portion and immediately gnawed at it without a word.

He was truly gnawing, as if he hadn’t eaten a proper meal in hundreds of years, his eyes wide and bloodshot. His ferocious eating movements plunged the entire dinner table into silence. The Zhong family members collectively stared at his wide mouth, their actions seemingly paused.

This appearance, using the words “hungry ghost” to describe it, might not even be enough.

Qiu Qi didn’t care about any of that. At present, nothing was more important than eating. Even if a hundred more people surrounded him, he wouldn’t feel ashamed or have indigestion. What was shame? Could it fill his stomach? If not, get out of the way!

The delicious taste of the food danced in his mouth, his soul seemingly ascending in happiness.

Half a fried corn cake, one steamed corn cake, and a bowl of vegetable soup were all devoured by him in an instant. Qiu Qi’s stomach was about seventy percent full, but his mouth still craved more; he still wanted to eat.

This was a kind of hunger that came from the depths of his soul; those who had never experienced famine would never understand.

However, the food of poor families was limited, and there was basically no such thing as eating more. So, he could only put down his chopsticks, licking the bottom of his bowl clean while staring longingly at the corn cakes in the bowls of the others, silently expressing his desire.

If anyone gave him a little more food now, he would definitely cherish that person greatly!

Unfortunately, this was just a pipe dream. Faced with his eager gaze, the Zhong family members resolutely turned away, then collectively stuffed their corn cakes into their mouths with lightning speed.

Are you kidding? Although the Zhong family had never experienced the apocalypse, as a poor farming family in ancient times, they had never known what it felt like to have a full stomach. Sharing food? Impossible, never in this lifetime!

Even the timid Wang Xiu E ignored her husband’s dagger-like glare when he demanded a share of her cake. Even if she was scolded when they returned to their room that night, she had to stuff delicious food into her own stomach first.

His wife didn’t listen, making Zhong Guang Ming’s face turn dark with anger. He even kicked his wife under the table but didn’t dare to snatch it directly.

This was a rule of the Zhong family. No matter how eccentric they were, outwardly they would absolutely not commit such a shameful, low-class act of snatching food.

According to Old Madam Zhong, the Zhong family ancestors were originally scholars; they were all “educated people.” How could they be like the rude, undignified people in the village?

Therefore, Qiu Qi could only regretfully continue licking his bowl, hungrily watching the entire Zhong family eat and chat.

Poor families didn’t have many rules at the dinner table. Every family in the village ate and talked because after eating, everyone had to rush off to work. The harvest season was approaching, and there was still a lot of work to be done at home.

However, given the Zhong family’s status, their conversation topics were basically useless, apart from gossip about the neighbors, only Zhong Da Niang and Lao Zhong flattered Old Madam Zhong, interspersed with Zhong Guang Ming boasting about how impressive and influential he was outside.

In short, this family was indeed worthy of being called scoundrels; they could never be peaceful anytime, anywhere.

Qiu Qi listened silently. Honestly, if he weren’t worried about the system’s security program detecting his abnormalities, he would have immediately kicked these people out. They were truly a bunch of hindrances.

But he couldn’t do that now. He had to figure out how to subdue these people, and most importantly, quickly seize economic control of the household, seizing the time to stockpile food.

According to the complete plot he saw from the system, in a few months, this place would begin a great drought lasting three years. Although not as terrifying as the apocalypse, Qiu Qi would absolutely not allow himself to suffer hunger again.