After Zhao Qianjin left, Wen Nuan looked at the time. It was only four o'clock. There was still time and the prey was ready. The next step was to find a suitable place to start grilling!

When I thought of the sizzling roasted pheasant and rabbit, I couldn't wait to get there.

Under a four-meter-tall locust tree, Wen Nuan took out the pheasants and rabbits that had just been prepared in the space.

Collecting firewood, lighting the fire, and grilling the meat, the whole process was done skillfully, cleanly and efficiently without any hesitation or doubt.

As the flames leaped and the wood crackled, a mouth-watering aroma gradually rose from the fire.

The pheasant, which was originally brightly colored, slowly turned from bright red to attractive golden yellow under the roasting of flames, as if it was covered with a layer of gorgeous coat.

The hare was not to be outdone, emitting waves of meaty aroma, which intertwined with the aroma of the pheasant, forming an irresistible taste temptation.

After more than half an hour, Wen Nuan gradually put out the flames. The pheasant and the hare were almost roasted. Wen Nuan used leaves to cushion her hands and tore off a chicken leg first.

The moment the pheasant was torn open, the aroma became stronger, and the warmth made me swallow my saliva, and then I couldn't wait to taste it.

Sure enough, since she started working, she had enough food and clothing. This feast today was the most satisfying meal she had had since she went to the countryside.

After finishing a pheasant and eating two rabbit legs, Wen Nuan finally felt somewhat satisfied.

The energy I had previously consumed was replenished, and I felt extremely energetic.

After putting the remaining half rabbit into the space, Wen Nuan cleaned up the battlefield, cleaned up herself, and prepared to go down the mountain.

It was already past five o'clock, and although the days were long and the nights short in summer, the mountain roads became difficult to walk on after half past eight.

Having just eaten and drunk her fill, Wen Nuan strolled leisurely along the way, her steps neither hurried nor slow, and she looked around from time to time.

In the yard not far from the foot of the mountain, Zhao Qianjin was standing at the door of the stable holding a pheasant, refusing to leave.

"Rui Ming, I'm going to give Xingzhou some health care, so you don't have to refuse. I know my grandfather was sorry to the Wu family about what happened in the past, but he was also forced to do nothing.

What's more, Grandpa is already dead, and he has been living in regret since his death, always talking about how he should go down to make amends to Grandpa Wu and Big Brother Wu."

"Don't say it again, I won't take your things, leave quickly, and don't mention these things again in the future!"

There was a chill in Wu Ruiming's voice. The four lives of the Wu family could not be offset by Zhao Qianjin's few words.

"Why..."

Looking at the tightly closed door, Zhao Qianjin sighed again, and finally stubbornly put the pheasant at the door.

"Since you won't open the door, I'll leave it outside. Remember to stew it for Xingzhou!"

"Take your stuff, we won't!"

Zhao Qian paused, but still left the pheasant at the door.

In those days, the supply was limited and meat coupons were extremely hard to come by. Some families in the village could not even eat meat twice a year.

Living in a stable, Wu Ruiming was very restrained in his diet in order to avoid attracting attention.

Even though Wu Xingzhou grew taller, he would only occasionally bring back some dried meat or something like that.

It not only provides nutrition, but also has a small smell and will not be easily discovered.

It was also because Wu Ruiming was so vigilant that the uncle and nephew avoided a lot of trouble. Otherwise, how could they have lived in peace for so many years.

After Zhao Qianjin left, Wu Ruiming opened the door. Looking at the pheasant placed on the door, he sighed helplessly.

"This fool!"

In the labor camp, Wen Changming pointed at Tan Xiulian and cursed her:

"You bastard, you actually cheated on your husband! I think you are tired of living like this!"

"Wen Changming, do you think I am willing? If I hadn't tried so hard to please him, would you still have food to eat?"

"I would rather die of hunger than eat this charity!"

"Oh, you're really a man of integrity. Then don't eat a single bite. Let me see, the noodles are more important, or is it more important to be alive!"

"You bastard, I really misjudged you. I didn't expect you to be this kind of person!"

"No matter what you say, I don't care now. I'll tell you the truth. I came here to tell you that I'm moving in with Brother Yong!"

Hearing this, Wen Changming became even more furious.

"Tan Xiulian, you dare! I'll kill you!"

Everyone in the farm knows that Tan Xiulian is Wen Changming's wife. Now he wants Tan Xiulian to move in with Zhao Dayong. Isn't it obvious to everyone that he's been cuckolded?

"It's no use if you disagree. If Brother Yong comes looking for you, you'll be in trouble. You don't want to get beaten, do you?

The last time he was beaten by Brother Yong, he hasn't even gotten up yet and is about to die.

Besides, I am doing this for your own good. Don't worry, even if I move away, I will still take care of you!"

"Bah! The old man needs you to take care of him! Tan Xiulian, if you dare to take even a step away, don't blame the old man for being rude to you!"

With Zhao Dayong's support, Tan Xiulian would not be afraid of Wen Changming at all. In her opinion, Wen Changming was just a paper tiger.

If they didn't have that marriage certificate, she wouldn't even say hello.

If he had shown some courage, she wouldn't have to commit herself to others for protection. In this farm, without any background or strength, she was really afraid that she wouldn't be able to survive these ten years.

Wen Changming clenched his fists tightly, staring at Tan Xiulian with hatred almost overflowing from his eyes.

But Tan Xiulian didn't care at all. She turned around and left, twisting her waist.

As long as she leaves this hospital, Wen Changming will be labeled a living bastard. How can Wen Changming bear this?

His eyes were red and bloodshot, and Wen Changming lost all his reason. He pounced on Tan Xiulian like a wolf.

"I'd rather strangle you to death than let you embarrass me. You want me to be a living cuckold? Dream on!"

"Ah...wu...wu...you...you...let go..."

Being pinched by the neck, Tan Xiulian widened her eyes in fear. At this moment, she clearly felt Wen Changming's murderous intent.

Her whole body couldn't stop shaking, and a smell of urine came from under her body, but she still didn't stop Wen Changming from taking action.

Just when Tan Xiulian thought she was dead, she heard a "bang" above her head.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Changming flew backwards.

The hand that was pinching her neck loosened, and Tan Xiulian began to breathe heavily.

"Are you okay? How are you feeling?"

The man's rough voice rang in her ears. Tan Xiulian didn't expect Zhao Dayong to come to her.

"Wuwu...I...I thought I was dead..."

Tan Xiulian immediately threw herself into Zhao Dayong's arms and began to cry bitterly. Because Wen Changming cried too hard, Tan Xiulian's voice became a little hoarse, and it was completely devoid of its previous delicate voice.

Zhao Dayong frowned, trying to endure the noise in his ears. He wanted to reach out and hug the person, but he didn't want to smell the strange smell.

"What does it smell like?"

Tan Xiulian paused in pain, but before she could say anything, Wen Changming, who had just gotten up, rushed over again.

"You two, you two are being so affectionate in front of me. You really don't care about me!"

"You are a lucky guy! I have you in my sight. Be sensible and stay away. I will not trouble you in the future. Otherwise, I will make sure you don't live for more than three months. Do you believe it?"

Zhao Dayong stood up and looked down at Wen Changming with contempt.

Wen Changming could not stand such an insult, so he picked up a bench and smashed it at him.

“Bang…Snap!”

With the sound of the bench breaking, Wen Changming flew backwards again.

Zhao Dayong clenched his fists and walked towards him with a fierce look in his eyes.