☆, Chapter 2: A soft little bundle in my palm...
Before her was a man's face, tanned healthy and with strong features, who was frowning at her as if she were a big problem and he was about to throw her away.
Zhou Mujiao couldn't care less about anything else. She mustered her strength and cried out for help: "I am Zhou Liuya, my father is Zhou Wenchou, and Butcher Zhang is trying to abduct me! Help me!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhou Mujiao felt the man's relaxed arm suddenly tighten, followed by a tightening around her waist, and the man's deep voice sounded above her head: "Okay."
Zhou Mujiao's vision went black, and she fainted without a second thought.
The pursuers were already upon them; there were more than a dozen of them, all villagers.
"Hey! Hunters! Mind your own business! That's Butcher Zhang's young wife. Hand her over to us right now and go hunting somewhere else! Otherwise—ah!"
A butcher's knife grazed the man's temple and embedded itself firmly in the ground. The group of people looked at each other in disbelief, then all ran away in a flash.
The man carried Zhou Mujiao through the forest. After a while, he climbed a hill and entered a farmhouse.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Mujiao regained consciousness and slowly opened her eyes.
A steady footstep approached from afar, and Zhou Mujiao subconsciously turned her head.
A man walked towards her against the light.
The man was slender and upright, with a steady and powerful gait, as if stepping to a certain rhythm. When the man came to the bedside, his face became clear!
The man had a handsome face with sword-like eyebrows and deep-set eyes. His skin was tanned to an unnaturally healthy shine, making it difficult to guess his age. Although he was dressed in coarse linen clothes, he had sharp features and a hidden edge.
This is the man who saved her; what a magnanimous man!
As Zhou Mujiao was sizing up the other person, the other person also happened to look over. Their eyes met, and Zhou Mujiao's heart skipped a beat. She subconsciously covered her chest, trying to calm her racing heart.
This action was interpreted by the man as a sign of physical discomfort, and he immediately turned around and said, "I'll go get a doctor."
Zhou Mujiao quickly pulled him away: "No need!"
She originally intended to pull at his clothes, but instead grasped his hand!
The man's hands were thick and dry, and warmth continuously flowed from where their hands were clasped. Zhou Mujiao, who had been feeling icy cold all over, felt much more comfortable as soon as the warmth reached her. On a whim, she couldn't help but press her face against his.
The man froze: "I'll go get a doctor!"
Zhou Mujiao released her grip, cleared her throat, and put on a serious face: "No need to call a doctor, I just need to rest. May I ask what your name is, benefactor?"
"...Zhao Yunjing."
"So it's Mr. Zhao." Zhou Mujiao smiled. "Butcher Zhang is very fierce and difficult to deal with. Thank you, Mr. Zhao, for risking your life to save me. I will definitely thank you properly when I have the chance."
Zhao Yunjing was momentarily stunned by her smile. He looked away and said in a deep voice, "I received a favor from your father when I was a child. Saving you today is my way of repaying that debt. Besides, I am a hunter, not a teacher."
Zhao Yunjing left swiftly, giving Zhou Mujiao no chance to say no. She slowly withdrew Erkang's hand, feeling dizzy, and quickly closed her eyes to rest.
Soon, Zhao Yunjing returned with a bowl of sugar water. He placed the chipped bowl on the bamboo table beside the bed and said, "Drink this."
Zhou Mujiao thanked him and struggled to sit up, but failed and almost fell off the bed.
Zhao Yunjing caught her with lightning speed, helped her up, and brought the large bowl to her lips.
Zhou Mujiao's hands were trembling, so she simply drank the bowl of sugar water from Zhao Yunjing's hand, sip by sip.
After drinking the hot water and getting some sugar in her body, Zhou Mujiao felt much better. Just as she was about to thank him again, Zhao Yunjing spoke up first: "Butcher Zhang won't come here."
Zhou Mujiao didn't think too much about it, assuming that Zhang the Butcher's men hadn't recognized him, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Mr. Zhao, thank you, Brother Zhao."
The word "Brother Zhao" made Zhao Yunjing's face inexplicably flush. He turned his face away and said, "You should rest well. If you need anything, just call me. I'll be right outside."
"Brother Zhao, wait a minute!" Zhou Mujiao spoke rapidly: "I have a younger brother, he's seven years old this year, and he's been in poor health since he was little. Today I stabbed Butcher Zhang and injured my grandmother, she'll definitely throw him away, so I thought—"
Zhao Yunjing walked out before she could finish speaking. Her voice came back in after she had gone out the door: "...Okay."
After resting for a while, Zhou Mujiao regained some strength. She closed her eyes and briefly sorted out the information about her body.
The original owner was Zhou Jia Liu Ya, fifteen years old this year. Her parents were dead, and she had a seven-year-old brother who was always sick. After her parents died, her grandparents thought he was bad luck and that it was a waste of firewood to boil medicine, so they always wanted to throw him away and bury him. This time, it was her grandmother who forced her to agree to become Zhang the butcher's wife by threatening to throw away her brother. However, the original owner had not eaten for many days and was overworked. She was already half dead when Zhou Da Niang slapped her to death. After that, Zhou Mu Jiao came.
The little girl lived a life of misery, and even after her death, she worried that her younger brother would also have no way to survive. The pent-up frustration in her chest at that moment must have been the little girl's obsession.
Zhou Mujiao sighed, patted her chest, and whispered, "Liu Ya, now that I've taken over your body, I will definitely protect my brother. As for the Zhou family and Butcher Zhang, I will teach them a lesson. Don't worry."
Sugar water is a diuretic, and Zhou Mujiao woke up from her nap because she needed to urinate. She slowly walked out of the room, leaning against the wall.
As soon as I stepped out of the door, a pebble came flying at my face.
Zhou Mujiao dodged, her face darkening as she was about to reprimand her, when she heard a clear child's voice: "It was you! You stole my sugar water! On the sixth and ninth of the month, beat her up!"
Small stones kept being thrown at her. Zhou Mujiao dodged left and right, but she was still hit. One stone hit her right on the forehead, and the pain brought tears to her eyes.
Zhou Mujiao's temper flared up instantly. She picked up a stone from the ground and said fiercely, "Stop! If you throw it again, I'll fight back!"
Across from me were three children, two boys and one girl, all very thin.
The two little boys were about a meter tall, their faces covered in mud, making it impossible to see their features. Their clothes were also covered in mud, with only two white snot snot snot sticking out of their noses. The little girl was even shorter, about 70 or 80 centimeters tall, wearing clothes with many patches. She looked relatively neat at first glance, with her hair in two buns and big eyes.
Startled by Zhou Mujiao's fierce demeanor, the little girl pouted and cried, "You drank eighteen's sugar water and you're still being mean to eighteen! You're a bad person! You're a bad person, waaaaah..."
The two little boys picked up stones from the ground and threw them, shouting, "Don't bully your sister!"
After throwing the pebbles, the two little boys rushed towards Zhou Mujiao like two little bullets, fast and fierce.
Zhou Mujiao guessed that the three children must be Zhao Yunjing's relatives, so naturally she couldn't really fight back. Behind her was the threshold, and if she dodged, the two children definitely wouldn't be able to stop in time, and it would be bad if they bumped their heads or hurt their eyes.
Zhou Mujiao didn't back down. When the two children crashed into her, she caught them first, acting as a buffer. After they fell together, she even became a human cushion, her head hitting the ground, making her hiss in pain.
The two little boys raised their fists and punched her in the face.
Zhou Mujiao was furious. She grabbed one of them in each hand and threatened, "If you hit me again, do you believe I'll throw you out?!"
The two little boys hesitated for a moment, then each scratched her face with one paw. The little girl stopped crying and rushed over yelling, "Bad people! Don't bully Chu Liu and Chu Jiu!"
The little girl bit Zhou Mujiao's leg.
Zhou Mujiao was numb.
So, should she shake off the ones on her legs first, or throw away the two in her hands first?!
Just then, Zhao Yunjing's sharp shout rang out from the doorway: "Eighteen!"
The little girl stopped biting and let go, but started crying and screaming: "She's a bad person! She bullies Chu Liu and Chu Jiu! Shi Ba hates her! Brother, chase her away! Chase her away!"
Two little boys: "Get out! Get out!"
"The 18th! The 6th and 9th! No fooling around!"
The three children stopped making a fuss. Eighteen pouted angrily and glared at Zhou Mujiao with hatred.
Zhao Yunjing strode in, carrying a little boy on his back. It was Zhou Mujiao's younger brother, Xiao Wu!
Xiao Wu's head drooped, his body was covered in mud, his face was very pale, and his limbs were limp, as if he had no breath. Zhou Mujiao's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly went over to him: "Brother Zhao, is my brother still alive?"
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