Leng Kexin looked at the person crying and felt a pang of pity. "The Peng family and the Su family moved in later. There are some things you don't know, Ruomei. Actually, Peng Changjun is quite pitiful!"
The day Peng Changjun was born, his grandfather died. His grandmother felt that Peng Changjun was cursed and had caused his grandfather's death.
Neither his parents had time to stay home and take care of the children; his siblings were all cared for by his grandmother. However, his grandmother refused to take care of Peng Changjun, and she wouldn't allow any of the other children in the family to get close to him.
His older brother and sister never take him out to play!
Sometimes they even hit him. His grandmother would stand there and say that the beatings weren't light enough.
The Peng family and the Su family had a long-standing relationship and were quite close.
Suri was older than him and had been playing with him since they were little.
He was hungry, but his grandmother wouldn't give him any food. It was Su Rui who brought him food from home.
It must have been not long after the Su family moved in, and his family also moved to the compound. He was already in elementary school then, and his grandmother had passed away. Perhaps because his siblings hadn't been close to him since childhood, he still followed Su Rui around.
Peng Changjun had almost finished crying, but was still sobbing. "How did you know?"
“I live close to your two families, and I overheard your parents talking. I was just playing nearby when I was little and they didn’t care.” Leng Kexin’s eyes were filled with sympathy and pity.
Shen Ruomei was still very angry, but she had nowhere to vent her anger.
Song Yan patted Shen Ruomei on the shoulder: "This is the kind of person who is pitiful, but there must be something hateful about them!"
You guys keep gathering firewood around here!
I'm going to take another look around! If I find any prey, I'll hunt some. Don't be afraid if you hear gunshots!
Shen Ruomei and Leng Kexin both possessed basic common sense: minimize movement after being bitten by a venomous snake. If their family couldn't find them, they would have to spend the night here. They would definitely need to start a fire tonight. The two of them gathered as much firewood as possible.
They all looked in the direction of the gunshot, but couldn't see anything.
Leng Kexin: "Sister Song, can you catch any prey?"
Shen Ruomei: "Yes! My fourth sister is an excellent marksman."
If it weren't for this bastard, I could have watched Fourth Sister hunt today!
Peng Changjun, who was nearby, heard these words clearly.
With all that commotion, the sun was about to set. Shen Ruomei kept glancing at her watch. Her fourth sister had been gone for so long and hadn't returned yet; she was very worried.
Just as Shen Ruomei was feeling anxious, she saw Song Yan return carrying a gun and something else.
"Fourth Sister, why are you only just getting back!" Shen Ruomei's words were clearly a complaint, but they were tinged with excitement. "Oh! A clay pot, where did it come from?"
"I found it! It must have had a crack, and the owner didn't want it anymore!" Song Yan lied very naturally.
Song Yan took out two cleaned rabbits and a pheasant from his spatial storage. How was he going to eat these things when he got back?
Like in the TV dramas, roasting it over a fire. Give me a break, that's a lie. How many people can actually cook something properly?
The prey was skewered on sticks, and the sticks probably broke from the heat before the prey was even cooked. Assuming their wooden sticks were as heat-resistant as steel, was it really that easy to control the heat? The outside would certainly be charred black, while the inside would be raw.
There just happened to be a jar in the space that Song Yan had accidentally chipped, so let's take it out and use it.
The earthenware pot wasn't small; the prey had been cut into several large pieces and stuffed inside.
Leng Kexin looked into the earthenware jar. "Sister Song, you're amazing! Not only can you hunt, but you can also clean these things!"
Song Yan: "There's a small stream over there, and I just happened to be cleaning up there."
Song Yan changed the dressing on Peng Changjun's wound again.
Song Yan propped up the pottery jar with stones, making a simple earthen stove, and started a fire to cook rabbits and pheasants.
Shen Ruomei: "You even brought salt!" It would be a lie to say she wasn't surprised to see Song Yan sprinkling salt into the earthenware jar.
"Bring more things, just in case!" Song Yan said frankly.
"Come here! Watch over the firewood and add it in!" Song Yan instructed Peng Changjun to watch the pottery jar.
You gather firewood nearby, and pick up some long branches too. The wormwood over there is very tall; I'll go get some.
Shen Ruomei and Leng Kexin were both very obedient.
When they returned, they saw that Song Yan had carried back two large bundles of wormwood.
Artemisia, also known as wormwood, grows to about 1.5 meters tall in autumn. Its stems even become woody. The artemisia now certainly isn't that tall. It was Song Yan who watered it with spring water, which encouraged its growth.
"Fourth Sister, what did you use to cut the wormwood?" Shen Ruomei asked in surprise.
“I brought a knife!” Song Yan said.
At this point, it was difficult to see people clearly, and we relied entirely on the firelight for illumination.
They were in a place with low grass, some distance from the woods, which Peng Changjun couldn't reach.
Even if the woods were nearby, Song Yan wouldn't dare to take shelter from the rain there.
They would definitely need to light a fire to stay overnight, and Song Yan was worried about accidentally starting a wildfire.
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