"Husband, come home early, I'm waiting for you to have dinner."

"good!"

Stepping out of the thatched hut, Lü Tu felt he owed Song Yuxi a debt. The two hadn't even had a wedding ceremony. Song Yuxi had pawned her dowry for him out of pity. How could he possibly let down such a kind and righteous woman?

He tucked the hairpin into his bosom, slung a horn bow, seven or eight arrows, and a bundle of rope over his shoulder, and headed south toward Eagle Mountain.

The number of wild animals on Eagle Mountain is decreasing, otherwise the previous inhabitant wouldn't have starved to death because it couldn't hunt.

However, Lu Tu still wanted to try his luck. The 20 jin of millet at home, based on his appetite, would only last for seven days at most. Moreover, without any meat or fish, a person's appetite would increase dramatically!

He strongly disliked the feeling of sitting around and living off his savings, preferring to have everything under control. In terms of execution, Lu Tu would be among the best in any world, otherwise he wouldn't have become the youngest King of Soldiers.

As soon as I stepped outside, I encountered a group of village women chatting under the banyan tree at the village entrance. They were the ones who knew the latest gossip in the whole village.

For example, when they saw Lü Tu, their eyes seemed to be reaching out with claws as they asked him, "Lü Tu, we heard you married a beautiful wife. Why don't you bring her out so we aunties can give her our opinion?"

"More than that! His wife is as fair-skinned as a young lady from a wealthy family, her skin is so tender, you could squeeze water out of it if you pinched it!"

"It's a pity he's a cripple." Aunt Zhao, who was usually mean-spirited, curled her lip in disdain. She was Zhao Laowu's mother, and it could only be said that this was always the family's way of doing things.