Behind the village are mountains.

Lush and verdant.

The eldest daughter-in-law stayed home to do the washing and cleaning, while the Su sisters followed behind her to prepare to do the laundry.

Both women were from farming families, and the Su family came from a hunter's background. They were certainly not the kind of pampered young ladies who never lifted a finger.

With a simple and honest smile, Shen Cuihua instructed the two men to get to work.

The initial subtle distance between them, along with the awkwardness of being a few years older, gradually faded away amidst the housework.

Quietly observing the two, I realized that the addition of two more people to the family might make life even more difficult, and I dispelled my doubts.

Yes, things are looking up more and more.

Qingxia Village is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the villagers rely on the mountains for their livelihood. In May, the sun is getting hotter and hotter, and it has not rained for three consecutive months.

I heard that a few years ago, when the disaster was even more severe, people could starve to death.

To prepare in advance, many villagers dug up wild vegetables and fruits from the mountains, dried them, and used them as food storage.

The roadside was full of potholes, and there were clods of dirt and small stones everywhere.

Four children skipped and hopped ahead.

There were one or two rare wild rapeseed flowers by the roadside.

San Niu found a thin, long wooden stick somewhere, grabbed it in her hand, and swung it around with great force.

Si Niu kept pleading, "Third Sister, let me play with it."

San Niu refused to give in, and while running, she picked up a wooden stick and launched a decapitation tactic at the wild rapeseed flowers!

Chen Xian grinned, "How childish."

He secretly picked up a stick from the road, and when the child wasn't looking, he grabbed it and swung it at the roadside vines.

That thing is covered in barbs, and once it touches a person's skin, it's like a wild dog seeing a bone; it has to take a few big bites.

My skin was covered in bloodstains, and after sweating, the stinging sweat was both painful and itchy.

Swish, swish, swish!

In an instant, the yams were torn to pieces.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Chen Dazhu suddenly turned his head, puzzled.

Chen Xian was speechless and startled.

I ignored him.

Ugh, it's so embarrassing to have my child see me behaving like a primary school student.

He threw away the stick, put his hands behind his back, and calmly went up the mountain.

Chen Dazhu scratched his head.

Dad was acting strange today, but at least he didn't scold me.

What puzzled him even more was that his usually lazy father was too lazy to get up and do chores.

It's an illusion, definitely an illusion. Let's dispel those unrealistic ideas. They must be here to supervise the construction.

Chen Xian walked ahead, his face full of bitterness.

Where's my [ding]?

In these famine years, how can one survive without a system?

In his previous life, Chen Xian worked part-time as a small food vlogger after graduating. He failed the civil service exam after graduation and could only eke out a living in a private company, trying to develop a side business to resist the risk of unemployment.

Unfortunately, despite filming over two hundred short food videos, it was difficult for him to even reach the one thousand follower mark.

Nine hundred of their followers all came from a video that was reposted and used in a suggestive way, featuring attractive women.

Indeed, when it comes to creating content, it's better to skirt the edges.

The Chen family members split up, each carrying a small basket on their backs.

Chen Xian followed a small path, scanning the grass on both sides of his field of vision.

The edible wild vegetables, ferns, purslane, and single-grain noodles have basically all been dug up by the villagers.

We can only continue to go deeper along the road.

Hmm? Toona sinensis... This looks good. I immediately started to break it off with my hands and crunched.

The fresh, tart aroma wafts straight into your nostrils. If it were made with lard and eggs, wow... just thinking about it makes my mouth water.

Several morel mushrooms, wild scallions, and garlic sprouts were also found.

In a relatively damp grove of trees, Chen Xian discovered several golden bamboo shoots.

He decisively broke it, and the crisp sound of it snapping echoed through the forest.

If you stir-fry this with pork and add some bird's eye chili, the taste is absolutely amazing.

In addition, Chen Dazhu harvested a lot of bracken, and Chen Erzhu found a lot of wild celery.

In the distance, the cries of San Niu and Si Niu could be heard.

"Waaah, this is mine."

A sleazy voice sneered, "Hey, why aren't you holding it properly? I picked it up from the ground."

It turned out that Gousheng and Sanniu had gotten into a conflict.

A pheasant was flapping its wings and clucking.

Chen Dazhu hurried over.

San Niu cried out, "Big brother, I caught the pheasant first, but I accidentally dropped it on the ground and Gou Sheng snatched it away."

Chen Dazhu's face was serious, but he said honestly, "Brother Gousheng, my sister caught it first, please return it to me."

Gou Sheng grinned, "Brother Da Shan, I didn't steal it, I picked it up, it's mine."

He held the pheasant tightly to his chest, with three or five young boys following behind him, all of whom were his cousins.

Chen Erzhu remained calm as he strode over to San Niu. When he saw that a patch of skin had been scraped off her arm, his expression twisted.

He confronted Gou Sheng directly, saying each word clearly: "Hand it over."

Gou Sheng's eyes darted around furtively. The eldest son of the Chen family was burly, not to mention the second son. Then he saw his cousins ​​looking uneasy.

Suddenly, a wicked idea popped into his head, and he shouted loudly, "They're hitting people! The Chen brothers are hitting people! They're stealing things!"

Chen Erzhu sneered, "You don't know what's good for you."

Conflicts began to escalate.

Si Niu quietly slipped away.

A short while later, Chen Xian came running over.

"What's wrong? San Niu, are you hurt?"

Chen Xian walked up to the little girl with a worried expression, grabbed her wrist, and saw that a layer of skin had been torn off, which made him feel sorry for her.

"Uncle Chen, are you going to snatch the child's things too?" Gou Sheng preemptively struck.

Chen Xian already had a bad impression of this child.

Zhang Daguang's son.

I couldn't be bothered with him.

"San Niu, tell Daddy, where do you feel unwell?"

San Niu looked bewildered, with tear stains on her face and a hint of embarrassment.

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