Seeing the target and hitting it are two completely different things. Song Yan shot all the arrows, then retrieved them, and shot them again. He was exhausted and covered in sweat. It seemed like it would be a long time before he could eat a rabbit after mastering his archery. Sticking arrows directly into the rabbit's body was something he could do wherever he wanted. But sticking them into vital organs was too much; was his archery really that good? Sticking them into the leg seemed too cruel to Song Yan; wouldn't that make the rabbit suffer? Such a fat rabbit would be miserable if he couldn't eat it!

Let's dig a trap!

The mountain ahead was large and densely forested; the locals called it Old Black Mountain. It teemed with prey, but those who ventured in were extremely prone to getting lost. Only those who were not seasoned hikers dared to venture there. Song Yan, however, possessed a compass and her own personal space, so she wasn't particularly afraid and felt she could go in and take a look.

The forest was incredibly dense, the trees blocking out the sun. Walking in during the day felt like entering darkness. There were no signs of human disturbance; it was in its most pristine state… Without a watch, the sun was invisible, so time was only estimated by feel. Song Yan felt they had walked far enough. Song Yan used her mind to move the soil in front of them into her spatial storage. She kept moving soil in one spot. A moment later, a pit appeared, and Song Yan dug it deeper. A large mound of earth appeared in her spatial storage. Song Yan used her mind to move it out. Now, Song Yan needed to cover the trap with branches and make a clear mark; it would be terrible if someone fell in.

After a busy day, Song Yan sat down to rest for a while. She used her consciousness to check on the chicks in her spatial dimension. She should probably build a fence for them! If she wasn't careful, they'd be adult chickens in a few days and would ruin her vegetable garden. There were plenty of branches in the woods; she could bring them into her spatial dimension to fence off a patch of grass, perfect for raising chicks. She had planted six potato plants in her spatial dimension and harvested six full baskets – truly a high yield! She left two tomatoes and two strawberries, and planted corn in the empty spaces and newly grown areas. Song Yan also scattered some corn kernels to feed the rabbits. She had already accumulated some corncobs in her spatial dimension. The cornmeal from Wei Aiguo's family, because Song Yan had secretly made some for Lao Han and the others, was noticeably less. Song Yan's worry was how to turn the corn into cornmeal.

After finishing my work, I went down the mountain.

Song Yan chopped the meat from her spatial storage into filling and marinated it with salt. Tomorrow they'd have dumplings with white flour and meat filling. Wei Ping ran around bustling about, while Wei An sat quietly in front of Song Yan. "Second Aunt, are the dumplings delicious?"

"Delicious, the white flour dumplings are so fragrant."

Wei An looked like he was drooling. He was so adorable that Song Yan couldn't resist giving him a kiss. The Wei family were all good-looking. Wei An and Wei Ping both had big eyes, long eyelashes, and were exceptionally bright and spirited; the only thing they lacked was a chubby face. Song Yan thought that before leaving the Wei family, he would definitely be able to fatten up the two children…

Song Yan was going to make two kinds of vegetable dumplings for dinner, one with spinach and one with wild vegetables. She washed and blanched all the vegetables. The dumplings she was making now were purely vegetable dumplings, unlike the ones she used to eat in restaurants. There weren't nearly as many side dishes. Song Yan hesitated for a moment, then cut a small piece of meat from her spatial storage, diced it, stir-fried it, and set it aside to add to the dumplings. The pan, still glistening with oil, was wiped clean with the vegetables. Song Yan muttered to herself, "How thrifty I am!"

Wei Ping and Wei An smelled the aroma and ran over to see what was going on. Song Yan gave each of them a piece of meat, and the two of them happily ran off to show off to their grandmother.

What Aunt Wei liked most about Song Yan was how well she treated the children. Aunt Wei also noticed that Aiguo and Song Yan were always distant and lacked warmth between them.

The vegetable dumplings were steamed, and Song Yan opened the pot to let them cool. Once they were no longer too hot, Song Yan kept only four vegetable dumplings, storing the rest in his spatial storage. He'd give them to Old Han and the others later…

Wei Aiguo had to wait a while until he finished work, so Song Yan went to deliver grass to the cattle during this break. Old Han and the others weren't there; they must have gone to work. She quietly stuffed two lunchboxes into the tattered quilt and added eight tomatoes inside.

The lunchbox inside the blanket was still warm. Old Han felt the warmth seeping into his heart. "Every family is short of food these days, and this child brought us so much. I wonder what her family eats?"

The two lunchboxes contained eight vegetable dumplings, which was definitely enough to fill them up to six-tenths full! Those big, round persimmons were enough to make them feel full.

Old Zeng: "Didn't we already tell her not to deliver them?"

Old Du: "What do you think she's after from us?"

Lao Liao: "I think it's because of the aftereffects of your work that you start to doubt everything."

Old Han: "No matter what she's after, as long as she asks, I'll give her whatever I have."

Old Du: "It's as if you really have mountains of gold and silver."

Old Han: "Do you guys remember those things my colleague gave me? I buried them all at the mountain god temple. I was originally planning to just let them rot there. I'll ask Xiao Song later if she wants them, and if she does, she can dig them up herself."

Old Du: "Have you thought it through?"

Old Han: "That beast has always wanted it, I'd rather die than give it to him. I think it's better to give it to Xiao Song."

Song Yan and her mother-in-law were making dumplings together, while Wei Ping and Wei An watched longingly.

Yesterday's vegetable dumplings were incredibly delicious because they contained meat. With so much meat in today's dumplings, Wei Ping couldn't even imagine how good they could be.

When Jiang Xiaoxiao and Wei Aiguo returned one after the other, the plump, white dumplings were already turning over in the pot.

Before they started eating dumplings, Song Yan served Wei An and Wei Ping each a small bowl. "You two, watch out, you can only eat this much tonight."

Wei Ping felt a little wronged, and he gestured with his hands, "I can eat that much."

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