Chapter 1: I Became a Dad Right After Arriving (Edited) Recommend my own...
Chapter 1: New Arrival
Yan Jiuru lay on his back on the messy grass, took a few deep breaths, closed his eyes and relaxed.
My body is so weak now. I feel exhausted just by killing two wolves. It seems that all my energy has been used up.
He raised his arm and took a look at it, which was trembling slightly due to excessive force. Tsk, it was so thin. There were faint traces of blood on the finger joints. This was the injury caused by hitting the wolf's neck with his fist. Well, the finger bones were not broken mainly because of the explosive pressure that protected them, otherwise this hand would have been crippled.
He lowered his arms and lay there for a while, letting the newly awakened consciousness of the Demon Lord and past memories flow through him like water.
After a while, he finally let out a sigh.
At this moment, the former Demon Lord looked at his thin arms and legs. If he had not awakened his consciousness at the critical moment of life and death, he would have been eaten by wolves.
He mobilized his spiritual consciousness little by little and spread it outwards. Fortunately, his sea of consciousness was not bad and he had some talent, so he could bear it with just a little spiritual consciousness.
He habitually touched the fingers of both hands, and sure enough, all the original storage magic rings were gone, and the magic rings on his wrists were also gone. Apart from the original memories, there was nothing left.
Yes, it is enough to preserve one's consciousness and memory. As for other external things, I can just accumulate them slowly.
He seemed to have thought of something again, and closed his eyes and felt it carefully.
As expected, the spiritual energy in this world is thin, but it is not completely absent. Well, it’s good that it is not a place without any spiritual energy.
However, now that the Four Olds have been destroyed, Taoist temples and Buddhist temples have been demolished, and many materials for cultivation have no source, not to mention the cultivation of magic. Tsk, let's talk about it later. There's no point thinking so much now.
He practiced the righteous evil way, so he joined other righteous sects in the battle to protect the interface. In the end, he sacrificed his physical body to dissolve the interface cracks caused by the invader's boundary-breaking beads.
For practitioners, whether they are on the path of magic or any other path, they all benefit from all the spiritual creatures in the interface, and naturally they have the obligation to maintain the balance and integrity of this interface. The higher the cultivation level, the greater the obligation they bear. He has nothing to say about this.
Of course, the laws of nature are unpredictable. At least he has left him a way out.
***
"Gurgle~"
Yan Jiuru curled the corners of his mouth in self-mockery. He was so hungry. How long had it been since he felt this way?
He sat up and found a boiled sweet potato wrapped in rags from the backpack he brought. The potato was as big as two fists, and he started to eat it without even peeling it.
Uh, this thing is a bit choking. He quickly took a few sips of water, ate the sweet potato in a few bites, and drank the water together. Only then did he feel a little better.
He released his spiritual sense to look at the forest again. From his current perspective, it was just an ordinary mountain range. The deep mountains that were regarded as forbidden areas by the villagers were actually just home to bears, wolves, wild boars and the like.
Suddenly, he remembered what he was here for and couldn't help but slap his forehead. He was a man with a family now and had to support him.
Seeing that he had wasted a lot of time, he quickly got up and started working.
However, when he looked at his tattered clothes and the big toe of his shoe that was exposed for "breathing", the former Demon Lord closed his eyes.
Now it is another world, the 1970s in Xuan Country, the □□ era has just passed. Not only is the country poor, he himself is also really poor. Fortunately, he is no longer the same person as before, and life will always get better.
He dragged up the bodies of the two wolves and hung them on a tree branch. The pressure from the previous outbreak was still there, and most of the living creatures within a few miles around were scared away, so no one came to steal food.
He picked up the backpack and walked through some thorns. "Huh?" There was a frightened pheasant in the bushes, haha, as well as rabbits and turtledoves.
He searched as he walked, picking up a few and throwing them into his backpack. He also picked up twenty or so intact pheasant eggs, wrapped them in large leaves and put them in the backpack as well. Unfortunately, many of them were destroyed by the pressure.
There was a pond seen in the spiritual consciousness, and there should be fish. In the memory of villager Yan Jiuru, eating fish is good for milk production.
He walked a long way and slowly saw some active pheasants. He did not shoot them, but found a pond, probed the water with his spiritual sense, then put down his backpack and slowly went into the water.
The water was not even up to his waist. He stared intently at the bottom of the water and suddenly grabbed a fish weighing three or four pounds with both hands. He slapped it unconscious and threw it ashore. He caught five fish in a row before he withdrew and went ashore.
A wild duck in the reeds nearby was startled by his movement and flew away.
Yan Jiuru glanced at the reeds and thought to himself that he almost forgot about this.
Since there was no one around, he took off his wet and worn pants, wrung them out a little, and threw them on the branches to dry in the sun.
These trousers were so worn out that he was afraid they would break if he twisted them too hard and become unwearable.
Although there was no one around, he tucked his shirt into his waist and went shirtless into the reeds to look for wild duck eggs.
Wild ducks are very clever and difficult to hunt without tools, but fortunately wild duck eggs are easy to feel. He found three or four nests with a quick scan with his spiritual sense and picked up twenty-six green-skinned duck eggs. He also saw a lot of wild asparagus in the pond and reeds.
As I recall, my father-in-law’s house had a delicious dish called asparagus fried with bacon. Unfortunately, there was probably not much bacon left at home, but the asparagus was fresh and tender, and it was also good if stir-fried.
He picked all the tender ones, rummaged through the basket, put the pheasant eggs and wild duck eggs in the middle, covered them with asparagus, and pressed them on with a few handfuls of Artemisia selengensis sprouts.
"Gurgle~" My stomach, which had just been filled, started growling again.
He looked up and saw that the sun had already passed his head. He estimated that it was around three or four in the afternoon. His pants were also dry, so he quickly packed up his things, went back, dragged the two wolves, and went down the mountain.
***
The village closest to this mountain is called Xinghua Village.
There are many wild apricot trees on this mountain. Every spring, the hillsides are covered with clusters and patches of pink and white apricot flowers, hence the name.
By this time the apricot blossoms had already fallen, and the green apricots were still bitter and small, so people in the mountains would not pick them at this time.
Yan Jiuru went down the mountain, passed through a forest of thorns and bushes, walked across a meadow full of wild flowers and a river with a few wooden bridges, and walked a little further on the dirt road before he saw the Yan family yard at the east end of the village.
He glanced at the village entrance. Everyone should be working in the fields at this time, but to be on the safe side, he turned a corner, walked to the vegetable garden behind the house, and went straight over the fence to go home.
Aunt Yan was picking vegetables in the garden. The first batch of vegetables was just ready to be eaten, so she picked some to make soup in the evening.
Yan Jiuru threw the wolf he was dragging into the lush grass beside the fence, not wanting his mother to see it.
Hearing the sound, Aunt Yan straightened up and immediately smiled, "Oh, Jiuru is back."
Aunt Yan gathered the side dishes in her hand and glanced at them. "What is that?"
Yan Jiuru: His mother’s eyesight is really good, she can see even this little bit.
He didn't dare say it was a wolf.
Given his mother's temper, she would definitely give him a beating with a feather duster.
He is not afraid of the pain, but the key is that he cannot afford to lose face, especially since his memory of the Demon Lord has awakened, and he would feel embarrassed to be beaten again.
"Oh, nothing. I saw some leftover peel in the mountains. I thought it was still worth cleaning, so I brought it back."
Aunt Yan was far away and couldn't see clearly, but she believed it, mainly because her son usually didn't lie.
Yan Jiuru took a deep breath and said, "Mom, I picked up some pheasant eggs and wild duck eggs today to help Yinyin with her milk production."
"Oh, that's great. Mom was just worried that there weren't enough eggs." The daughter-in-law is in confinement after childbirth, and the little grandson also needs breastfeeding. It's difficult to get food these days, and there are no good foods to eat during confinement.
It's so worrying.
Yan Jiuru looked at his mother, who was not even in her early forties but already had a few strands of white hair, and a strange emotion welled up in his heart. He suppressed it and asked, "Is there anything to eat at home?"
"Oh, you're starving, aren't you? Go back to the house quickly. I left you lunch warm in the pot."
Aunt Yan stopped picking vegetables and the mother and daughter went to the front yard together.
Yan Jiuru walked around a firewood shed and arrived at the main courtyard of his house.
The yard was very quiet. His father and grandfather were not at home, probably because they had gone to work. His younger siblings were still in school and were not at home either. His mother was at home taking care of his wife who was in confinement after giving birth.
Yan Jiuru went directly to the kitchen in his memory and put down the backpack.
Aunt Yan followed in, found a small basket that usually held eggs, and said, "Don't crush the eggs."
Yan Jiuru first took down the several large fish hanging on the other side of his waist and asked, "Do you have a larger basin?"
Only then did Aunt Yan see that there were several big fish.
"You did this too?"
Aunt Yan hurriedly dragged out a large wooden barrel and scooped a few buckets of water into it.
"I'm pretty lucky today."
Aunt Yan poked the fish with her hands, looked into its eyes and said, "It's still alive. I'll make fish soup for your wife tonight to help with her milk production. Oh, and I'll send one to your father-in-law's house later. Your mother-in-law brought a basket of eggs today. I think she saved them for two months."
At this time of year, chickens and ducks have just been raised, and they lay few eggs and are small in size. Besides, each family is only allowed to raise three chickens. It's okay if you don't raise a rooster, but if you raise a rooster, you can only raise two hens, and it's quite difficult to save some eggs.
"Yeah," Yan Jiuru responded.
"This is wild asparagus, which is also a good thing." Aunt Yan divided the wild vegetables into two groups. Although they are both Artemisia, they really cannot be eaten together.
"If I come across a small piece, I'll pick it all."
Yan Jiuru picked up the wild duck eggs and pheasant eggs and put them into the basket.
"Oh, there are also duck eggs. They are more delicious when they are pickled and the oil is released. Otherwise, they are too fishy."
"You can do whatever you want. By the way, Mom, I used the traps I set a while ago to catch the pheasants and rabbits. I'll take them and trade them for a hen when I have time."
Aunt Yan waved her hand and said, "I understand. Let's go eat."
***
Yan Jiuru washed his hands and opened the lid of the pot. Warm steam came out, and on the curtain was a large bowl of mixed grain rice, half a bowl of stewed vegetables with sauce and dried tofu, and a plate of homemade pickles.
He pulled over a small stool and sat down, then picked up the bowl and started eating.
There is not much tofu in this stewed vegetable and dried tofu, it is mainly dried vegetables, but this is also a delicious dish that most people are reluctant to make.
"Is this a wild pigeon? There are several pheasants?"
"Jiuru, did you go into the mountains? Otherwise, how could there be so many?" Aunt Yan's expression became serious.
Although hunting is not allowed now and animals must be publicly owned, life is not easy for everyone. Can people starve to death while guarding the mountains?
The villagers went hunting secretly, and as long as they didn't make any noise, the team leader and the secretary would turn a blind eye.
But you have to be cautious when going into the mountains. Except for the militia organized every year to eliminate wild boars and wolves that harm crops, ordinary people don't go in. If you encounter one, it can be fatal.
Yan Jiuru sighed inwardly and said calmly, "What are you thinking? How can there be fish in the mountains? I just found a place where no one has discovered it."
"Remember, don't go in there. Think about your wife and children."
Okay, okay, okay, just fool around with it for now.
Aunt Yan added some firewood to the stove, washed her hands, and quickly made some sugar-water eggs for her daughter-in-law. If her daughter-in-law didn't eat well, how could she have milk to feed her grandson?
***
Yan Jiuru thought that it wasn't too hot outside, so leaving the two wolves in the grass shouldn't be a problem, otherwise he wouldn't be able to deal with them at this time.
He first returned to the west room, opened the door and took a quick look. The mother and son were sleeping on the kang.
He walked over and quietly looked at the sleeping faces of the mother and son. One was his wife and the other was his son. This was his small home, and there were also his parents, grandparents, brothers and sisters. All of a sudden, there were so many relatives connected by blood. He could feel that mysterious connection.
"Huh? You're back? Have you eaten yet?"
Chen Yin was awakened by him. She slowly sat up and gently patted the baby's swaddling clothes.
Yan Jiuru stretched his head to look at the tiny thing under the quilt. This was the first child he could remember. He reached out and gently touched the child's wrinkled face, saying disdainfully, "Why is he so ugly? He looks like a little old man."
Chen Yin pushed his hand away and said dissatisfiedly, "What's ugly about it? Mom said that all newborn babies are like this. Ours is considered good-looking." Before she finished speaking, her eyes fell on her husband's hand.
"Are you hurt?!"
She grabbed her husband's skinny hand and turned it over and over, "How did you get this? Are there any injuries on your body?"
Yan Jiuru let her hold him, his heart slightly moved. "Hey, it's okay, just a minor injury, nothing serious. Mother didn't even notice."
Chen Yin snorted and instructed, "There's some anti-inflammatory and hemostatic powder in that drawer. Hurry up and use it."
She laughed at him again: "Mom doesn't care about you." Now that he is married, such trivial matters should naturally be left to his wife to worry about.
Yan Jiuru: All right. As expected, my wife is different from those witches who only know how to please and flatter. She has her own new experiences.
He asked awkwardly, "Do you have enough milk for the baby? I picked up over twenty pheasant eggs today. I'll bring back some more in a few days."
It is the end of spring, and all kinds of birds and beasts are breeding. It is relatively easy to pick up eggs, but the beasts are also quite ferocious.
Chen Yin gave birth to her baby yesterday. She didn't produce milk that day. The baby drank warm water, and later she produced milk, but not much. The baby cried for several minutes at night.
Otherwise, he wouldn't go to the mountains to look for things so early in the morning.
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