Back in the village, she first went to Doctor Liu's house, but she didn't see Changsheng there. The weight in Su Jiaoniang's heart grew even heavier.

He took some herbs from Doctor Liu and asked him to take care of Xiaoya, who had not yet returned, and immediately headed to Gu Lin's house.

Gu Lin, with scars on his face and wrapped in animal skins, looked puzzled the moment he saw Su Jiaoniang and asked, "Is something the matter?"

Su Jiaoniang said, "Brother Gu, do you know where the mountain people live since you often go up the mountain? My son was taken away, and I have to find him."

"Futu?" A look of surprise flashed in Gu Lin's eyes. He and Lu Wujiu had a good relationship back then, and they would look after each other when hunting. When he heard that the little Futu had been taken away by the mountain people, he felt the urge to help him.

He said, "The mountain people live scattered in several places. If you want to search them one by one, you can't do it alone. I'll go with you." After saying that, Gu Lin went into the house, said a few words to the people inside, slung his bow and arrows over his shoulder, took his machete, put on his shoes and socks, and headed up the mountain.

When the two arrived at the foot of the mountain, a large number of people had already gathered there.

They all rushed out to help.

Living in a village, everyone knows who everyone else is.

In their eyes, Su Jiaoniang had always been gentle and docile. Now that her husband had died and her child had been sold, some felt sympathy and others pitied her. They were all from the same village and were fellow villagers. Those who could spare a hand came out to help, and they came out in twos and threes to wait for Su Jiaoniang to go into the mountains together.

Seeing these people at the foot of the mountain, Su Jiaoniang felt a surge of emotion.

It is said that poor mountains and bad waters breed unruly people, but in the same simple and honest mountains, there are many kind-hearted people who live on ancient paths.

She walked up the mountain, where bushes grew thickly and the path was rugged. It was not an easy path to walk. Su Jiaoniang had experienced much harsher environments in her previous life, so she naturally did not find it difficult.

Walking through the mountains and forests, he neither rested nor cried out about the hardships and exhaustion. Gu Lin admired him and thought that Lu Wujiu had married a good wife, but it was a pity that she died so young.

As night fell, the wolves howled in the mountains, insects chirped, and wild animals began to stir. Gu Lin glanced at Su Jiaoniang and said, "We need to find a place to rest. The mountains are dangerous at night."

Su Jiaoniang nodded and followed Gu Lin to the wooden house in the mountains. Inside the house were firewood, a kettle, a stove, and a small bed.

Gu Lin said, "When I'm hunting, I often don't have time to go down the mountain, so I rest here."

Su Jiaoniang responded and walked out of the wooden house; she couldn't rest.

I glanced in the direction of the deep mountains and felt a little uneasy.

A person who could be a great villain in their past life shouldn't lose their life just because she transmigrated into a book in this life.

Lu Dashan said that the mountain people lacked sons and wanted to buy one.

However, in the rural mountain villages, most people adopt children from acquaintances and relatives. Since it involves buying and selling, Su Jiaoniang couldn't feel at ease. Under the moonlight, Su Jiaoniang suddenly saw a drop of red falling from a leaf. She lowered her head and leaned closer, smelling the spicy and pungent aroma.

It's chili oil!

Currently, only she has chili oil.

Su Jiaoniang's eyes lit up instantly.

These are marks left by a child!