The dumpling soup that Li Peifang mentioned is actually made with wild vegetables and a handful of mixed noodles. It is thin and translucent.

There’s no way, we’re running out of food soon.

"Grandpa Liang is back, hurry up and wash up, I've got some water ready for you."

Ying Han saw Liang Yizhou leading three cows back from a distance and quickly prepared water for him.

Teacher Yan had spent the entire afternoon cleaning up sheep dung, cow dung, and pig dung, and had just finished taking a shower.

After a tiring afternoon, I could only drink some thin soup without any oil or water.

After Grandpa Liang came back, he pulled them into the kitchen mysteriously and said excitedly, "Guess what good stuff I got today."

Teacher Yan laughed and said, "Could it be that you killed a wild boar, Uncle Liang?"

"I can't move the wild boar cub, but I got a rabbit." As he said this, he happily pulled out two rabbit ears from his arms.

Then a rabbit weighing a little over one pound appeared in front of them.

Several people were so happy that they laughed silently.

"Grandpa Liang, the rabbit ran so fast, how did you catch it?"

"I found a rabbit nest with a litter of baby rabbits in it, so I caught a big one right away. The others are too small, so I'll let them grow a little bit first and catch them later." Liang Yizhou said with a smile, then noticed Ying Han's face. The smile on his face immediately disappeared, and he asked in surprise, "What's wrong with Hanhan's face?"

Ying Han touched his face and said, "I was herding sheep today and accidentally fell into a ditch. I don't know what I bumped into, but my face got stained and scratched."

"What? You don't want to wash it off?" Grandpa Liang said.

"I washed it, but it didn't come off. Instead, it got darker and darker, covering half of my face. What will I do if I can't wash it off?" Li Peifang said worriedly.

"I guess it came into contact with dyed grass or something, and it fell off after washing a few times." Teacher Yan didn't take it too seriously, he just thought it was caused by some grass.

Grandpa Liang was startled and said, "Hanhan probably encountered a charcoal mud insectivorous plant."

"Charcoal mud is insectivorous food?" Teacher Yan asked curiously.

"Yes, this plant, when it gets on the skin, will deepen when it comes into contact with water. If it doesn't come into contact with water for a day or two, it will slowly disappear." Grandpa Liang explained.

Ying Han was shocked. Could it be that Grandpa Liang knew something?

"There is such a grass. I have never heard of it. What kind of grass is it?" Li Peifang asked.

"In ancient times, some old men knew the art of disguise, but it is almost extinct now. I heard about it from others." Grandpa Liang didn't say much.

"This is the first time I've heard of this carnivorous plant. Everything in the world is vast and profound. I hope this can be washed off." Li Peifang touched Ying Han's face and felt relieved.

"If you ask me, Hanhan is pretty good like this."

"That's good."

Both Teacher Yan and Grandpa Liang said so.

Li Peifang also nodded. They all knew that Ying Han was a pretty, tender little girl who was all alone and helpless. Now, the educated youth knew that she was the daughter of that kind of man and they all excluded her.

The village chief had no choice but to put her here.

There are quite a few scoundrels in the village. Ying Han has been here for a year. Those scoundrels think that Ying Han is young and easy to bully, so they come here from time to time. They all know why.

Ying Han touched his face and said, "Well, let's do it this way from now on. Maybe it can prevent disasters."

"Haha, it really works." Grandpa Liang and Teacher Yan looked at each other and laughed.

They think this is good and it won't do any harm to the skin.

After a few people had eaten, Ying Han cleaned the pot and boiled a pot of water.

Teacher Yan went outside to watch the gate, while Grandpa Liang and Aunt Pei were tidying up the rabbits in the house.

"The rabbit skin is good. It can be made into gloves after tanning." Grandpa Liang said with a smile, holding up the rabbit skin.

"Grandpa Liang, it's not cold here in the winter, so making gloves is useless. Why don't you save them?"

"Yes, Uncle Liang."

Grandpa Liang nodded and said, "Keep it and give it to the Party Secretary later."

They understood what Grandpa Liang meant. If they gave the branch secretary some benefits occasionally, they would feel better.

After the rabbit was dealt with, the remaining filth was taken outside the yard by Teacher Yan, who dug a deep pit and buried it.

Rabbit meat cannot be eaten during the day for fear of being discovered.

So Aunt Pei made a pot of rabbit soup and everyone ate it till they were full in the middle of the night.

You can add some wild vegetables to the remaining soup tomorrow and still eat it.

Grandpa Liang knew how to tan leather. He used a basin, put some ash in it, and soaked it first.

The basin was also hidden firmly, placed directly under the bed, and then covered with a large wooden basin.

Although the cowshed was smelly and the houses were made of adobe, each of the three groups had their own separate room.

Ying Han's room is right between Aunt Pei and Grandpa Liang.

A simple wooden bed, a broken stool, nothing else.

Of course, apart from these, her most precious thing is a round mirror.

But it was dark and I couldn't see the red spots on his face clearly.

From noon today until now, she has not yet recovered from the shock after coming through.

I really don't understand why I wore it tomorrow? Is it because of the name?

Or maybe God thought that my life was too hard in my previous life and wanted to give me a new one?

But Ying Han in the book is also a miserable character.

After thinking about it, Ying Han felt that she might have done something unforgivable in her previous life, no, in the life before that, and God wanted to punish her by deliberately arranging some miserable roles for her.

There was no script in my previous life, but this life is better because I know the plot in advance.

Ying Han sighed, thinking back to the rest of his life, and was stunned to find that the original owner of the book was taken over by that Zhu Liang.

But now she has resolved it, and she also met a soldier who put this thing on her face. Does this mean that her future life can be in her hands?

As long as she works hard to change, will things be different?

Thinking of this, Ying Han smiled in the dark.

I thought to myself: This is good. I have lived a foolish and evil life. I don’t want to be useless in this life.

She wants to live the life she wants.

She didn't have any worries in her previous life. Her brother and Father Yao were doing well, so she didn't need to worry.

Maybe you will be sad for a while after learning about her death, but one day, everyone will gradually forget about it and life will go on.

When he thought of this, the corners of Ying Han's mouth curved up again. "A wonderful life, here I come."

Maybe it was because my smile was too big and it pulled her ears. "Hiss..."

Only then did Ying Han remember the injury on his ear.

I touched it in the dark and felt that it had already formed a scar. It shouldn't be a big problem and it will heal in a few days.

So Ying Han didn't care. After tossing and turning for the whole afternoon, he soon fell asleep.

As Ying Han fell into a deep sleep, his injured ear suddenly felt hot, and he scratched it subconsciously in his dream.

As a result, the wound that had just scabbed was scratched again, and the pain woke Ying Han up.

Just as she touched her ear, something suddenly flashed through her mind, and the next second, she entered a foggy space.

This situation was like encountering a thick fog where you couldn't see your hand in front of you. The visibility was almost zero. Apart from the white fog and a hint of cool breeze, you could feel nothing else.