The man had an excellent physique, lean yet strong, with thin eight-pack abs stained with red blood. Especially when paired with his handsome, well-defined face, it inexplicably aroused a sadistic desire in the man.
But those who were supposed to appreciate it at that moment clearly had no intention of doing so properly. Qingyin looked at the wound on the man's lower left abdomen, which was clearly a knife wound that was still oozing blood, and disgustedly chopped up some herbs with a stone and applied them to the man's wound.
Okay, that's fine.
She ignored the rest.
Qingyin smugly picked up the flint and steel that Shandong Lu had prepared and lit a small fire. She planned to roast some small crabs for herself as a treat.
Although Qingyin had taken beauty pills and body-strengthening pills on the way, she was already hungry after walking for so long in the mountains and hadn't eaten much all day.
Qingyin swallowed silently as she smelled the crabs roasting on skewers over the fire.
Perhaps it was because she was so hungry, but Qingyin found the crabs in the mountains to be especially fragrant. Even though there was no seasoning, she couldn't smell any fishy smell at all.
Ten minutes later, Qingyin was happily munching on a small crab.
Completely unaware that the man behind her had twitched his fingers as if struggling, and opened his eyes for a moment.
After finishing her crab, Qingyin dusted herself off and left.
According to the original owner's memories, the male protagonist will not wake up until tomorrow. Qingyin plans to give the male protagonist the extremely thin rice porridge that she doesn't want to drink tomorrow.
She had seen small fish in the river earlier, and she planned to get some tools from the house to catch some fish for herself to eat.
Qingyin strolled leisurely back to the mountain village, rinsing her mouth several times by the stream along the way. Unable to smell any meaty aroma, she casually gathered some vegetables and picked a clump of wild vegetables that the villagers often ate in this rarely visited spot.
On the way back, Qingyin could see wisps of smoke rising from the village in the distance.
It's obvious that some families are preparing to eat.
Qingyin slowly walked back to the familiar little mud house. On the way, she saw He Xiaohong, the original owner's mother, standing at the door with wide eyes.
"Hey, where did you run off to, you brat?" Madam He stared at Qingyin suspiciously.
Qingyin calmly held the firewood, pretending to be the original owner of the body, and said in a sullen voice, "Gathering firewood and wild vegetables."
He was furious at Qingyin's tendency to be unable to utter a few words after being hit with a stick.
Remembering that she had washed the dishes and fed the chickens that afternoon, she reluctantly turned off the fire when she saw the rare wild vegetables that Qingyin was holding in her arms.
"Alright, come in quickly."
Madam He dragged Qingyin into the room quietly, her eyes darting cautiously outside as if afraid of being discovered.
"Alright, tell your mother where you picked these. There aren't many wild vegetables left in these mountains, so we need to gather more."
Qingyin's lips twitched. Looking at He Shi, who was acting cautiously as if guarding against a thief, she calmly said, "It's on the Shandong side, hidden by a patch of grass mites. Others can't see it, but I found it when I was gathering firewood. It's just this one clump."
Mrs. He pouted, "Fine, one clump it is then."
"That's enough for our family to eat for a day. Second daughter, remember to keep your eyes peeled next time you're gathering firewood in the woods, and search those grassy areas more thoroughly, okay?"
Qingyin nodded blankly: "I understand."
Seeing Qingyin's appearance, Madam He became angry again. "Alright, I won't rely on you, you brat. I'll look for someone myself from now on."
Looking at He Shi, who was still grumbling about how God wasn't giving her more luck, a shrewd glint flashed in Qingyin's dull eyes.
"Mother, I'm leaving now."
"Alright, let's go, let's go."
...
Watching He Shi, who was engrossed in preparing to go up the mountain to pick wild vegetables the next day and show off her skills, Qingyin smiled slightly and quietly slipped away from the narrow kitchen.
Back in her room, Qingyin looked at the small storage room that had been converted into a bedroom. This bedroom had once even squeezed three girls, but now only Lin Erhua remained.
Qingyin's eyes froze for a moment. She carefully avoided touching anything left behind by Lin Dahua and Lin Sanhua. A withered little purple flower, which Lin Xiaomei had carefully picked in the mountains like a treasure, was wrapped in a piece of patchwork colorful cloth. The piece of cloth, about the size of a palm, was a gift that Lin Dahua had saved for her sisters.
Inside is the little sister's anticipation for the outside world.
Looking at the simple stitches and clean marks on the small cloth bag, Qingyin knew that the original owner had taken good care of it.
Unfortunately, only one owner who witnessed the gift remains in the house.
Qingyin carefully placed the cloth bundle on the clean bed.
Several copper coins wrapped in leaves were dug out from under the bed, in several patches of soft soil.
Qingyin put the copper coins she found on the bed and counted them.
Twenty copper coins in total, not much, but it was indeed a fortune that this girl from the mountains had managed to accumulate over her life.
Qingyin looked at the copper coins with satisfaction, put the cloth bag given to her by her older sister in her pocket so she could go and rescue her sister in the future. As for the copper coins, Qingyin put them in a small bag.
There was no way she would leave this money to those stingy parents who exploited their daughter; she was going to spend it all on herself.
Having taken over Lin Erhua's body, Qingyin seemed to have inherited her stinginess. Qingyin knew this, but she didn't dislike the feeling.
Hmph, so what if she only wants to spend her money on herself?
Qingyin counted her coins again with satisfaction, and only after counting them several times did she drift off to sleep with a smile on her face.
In the morning, the women in the village would go up the mountain together to pick mushrooms and wild vegetables they recognized. In order to get a bigger harvest, the women would get up very early.
Qingyin blended into the crowd, following behind He Shi, and did not stand out.
The forest was vast, and the women of the village, eager for a good harvest, headed straight for their destinations, and soon the group began to disperse.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Qingyin slowly walked to a secluded place with her basket.
It disappeared from the spot in a short while.
Qingyin arrived early and secretly peeked at the male lead. Before he woke up, Qingyin slipped away to the stream.
Using the ropes she found in the basket, she wove a fine net and scooped up several small fish, each about the length of her little finger. Qingyin then put the net away with satisfaction.
When Qingyin returned to the cave, she saw that the male protagonist was still unconscious.
They skillfully lit a fire and started grilling the small fish.
A bowl of vegetable porridge diluted with a lot of water was placed perfunctorily by the fire so that it wouldn't get cold.
After the fish was cooked, Qingyin happily finished eating the small fish before wiping her mouth.
There was a commotion behind them, and Duan Heng woke up.
Duan Heng, who had just opened his eyes warily, looked at the dark-skinned girl in front of him. She had no discernible features, slender limbs, and obviously no fighting ability, but her eyes were bright. He relaxed his guard and asked suspiciously, "Who are you?"
Qingyin pointed to herself earnestly: "I am your savior. I saved you, and you must repay me in kind, understand?"
Duan Heng: "..."
Although he had no memory of it, Duan Heng was certain that he had never had such a person in his life before, which gave him a choking feeling.
Who would shamelessly demand such a huge return from someone they've saved?
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