The incident in Wangjia Village, where a group of refugees broke into homes and robbed people in the middle of the night, was extremely serious. Investigation revealed that they had roamed around, robbing several villages. Fortunately, no one was killed or injured in the robberies. However, the same cannot be said for the refugees encountered along the way.

"Mrs. Feng, I heard your house was burglarized last night. I found a wolfhound to guard your house!"

At noon, Mengzi arrived at Feng's house with a skinny old dog. This wolf-dog was quite old and belonged to an old hunter. When the hunter was alive, he would always go hunting in pairs.

This dog is quite smart. Before it even reaches the Feng family's house, it ran into the Feng family's yard, wagging its tail and looking happy.

"This dog is quite clever!" Mengzi stroked the wolfdog's sparse fur. "It found its way home on its first visit."

The wolfhound wagged its tail fiercely under the peach tree. Old Lady Feng thought, it's true that dogs have good noses.

The wolfdog's first meeting with Feng's family went quite smoothly. He was very enthusiastic towards everyone and couldn't stop wagging his tail.

Jiaojiao was delighted to see the wolfdog. Her brother had raised a wolfdog in her previous life. The wolfdog immediately rubbed against Jiaojiao, and the two of them had a blast playing together.

"Thank you very much!" Old Lady Feng thanked Mengzi. "The situation has been bad lately, so we all need to be alert. Go back and tell your captain to be prepared in case someone tries to touch the door at night."

Mengzi sat for a while, then took the two pheasant eggs given by Old Lady Feng and went home to give his wife a snack.

The wolf dog was quite old, with sparse hair and a skinny appearance, looking very pitiful. After Lianhua and Jiaojiao brushed the wolf dog in the yard, Jiaojiao took the wolf dog into the space to absorb spiritual energy.

The wolfhound was in the space for only half a day. It absorbed the spiritual energy, drank the spiritual spring, and without hesitation dug out the "white radish" from the ground and ate one.

The white radish that Jiaojiao casually threw into the space last time, oh no, the ginseng actually ran into the black soil, took root and sprouted, and gave birth to a large nest of small radishes.

Old Mrs. Feng felt heartbroken and said it was a pity.

"That big white radish... How much essence of heaven and earth must have been absorbed by that big ginseng? Why was it just thrown into the soil?"

Jiaojiao looked at the madly growing small white radishes and assured Mrs. Feng: "It's okay. I'll give you a basket of large white radishes soon. You can stew them however you want!"

Arrogant!

However, now these small white radishes have been dug out by the wolf dog and eaten two. If Old Lady Feng knew about this, the wolf dog would have a hard time.

Jiaojiao was worried that the wolfdog would harm other things again, so she quickly let it out.

The big wolfhound that came out of the space wagged its tail and acted coquettishly towards Jiaojiao.

"It's no use acting cute!" Jiaojiao pushed away the big wolfdog's face.

Outside the fence, the children in the village started looking for Jiaojiao after breakfast.

"Jiaojiao! Let's go up the mountain!"

Ever since Jiaojiao caught four rabbits with her bare hands last time, the friends’ favorite thing to do is to take Jiaojiao up the mountain.

Dashan was sharp-eyed and was the first to spot the wolfdog: "Jiaojiao, your dog? It's really majestic!"

If he had seen this wolfdog a day earlier, he would not have said the word "majestic".

"Wow, Jiaojiao, what's your dog's name?" The little girl looked envious.

Jiaojiao glanced at the dog with shiny black fur and said, "Well, his name is Dabai!"

The friends laughed out loud.

"Let's go up the mountain and let Dabai find prey for us!" Jiaojiao patted Dabai, and Dabai immediately jumped out.

"Wow~" A group of friends looked envious.

A large group of people marched into the mountains. Leading the way was an agile wolfhound. Dabai, the wolfhound, charged through the mountains, now taking a pheasant, now a rabbit, and even, most egregiously, a rat snake. The children screamed in fear.

Jiaojiao taught Dabai a lesson. This dog was very smart. When he saw a rat snake, he made everyone cry. From then on, he never caught a rat snake again.

Time passed, and by May, the spring famine was over. The fields were lush with weeds, the locust trees were blooming, and the elm trees were laden with seeds. There was more sweet potato leaves than could be eaten. The fish in the river were fat, and the birds in the mountains were more numerous. With more food available, everyone was no longer worried. In a month or so, the wheat harvest would be ready, and we would have to eat white flour dumplings.

Jiaojiao Dimension had also undergone significant changes. Ever since the mountain was taken in, the small animals that had once lived on the mountain would occasionally come down to steal a drink of the spiritual spring water. After consuming the water, they seemed to have evolved, becoming exceptionally intelligent. The first few monkeys to appear were already highly intelligent, and after drinking the spiritual spring water, they sometimes rivaled humans in intelligence.

In the river at the foot of the mountain, fish were plump and shrimp were frolicking. Jiaojiao had quietly released fish and shrimp into several pools on Daqing Mountain several times, and she didn't know how they were doing now.

The days passed leisurely. In June, the winter wheat ripened. All the villagers in Wangjia Village went out to harvest it. The harvest was decent, but only yielded about 200 kilograms per mu. Of this, about 120 kilograms had to be paid as grain tax. The rest was the farmers' food.

Old Lady Feng's family had only three mu of land, and the wheat harvest yielded about 590 kilograms (160 jin) of wheat. Excluding the 360 ​​kilograms (160 jin) required for the public grain tax, that left only about 230 kilograms (160 jin) of wheat. Every year, the Feng family entrusted others to pay the public grain tax. This year was no exception, and the neighboring family, Goudan'er, shouldered the heavy responsibility.

Grain taxes were due within three days. From the moment the wheat harvest began, Wangjia Village felt like it was at war. Every household rose at five in the morning to begin harvesting, and only after the grain tax was paid could they finally breathe a sigh of relief.

But this year, there are more important things waiting for them to do.

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