Tuantuan started speaking late and can only say a few simple words now. She is slower to express herself than Huanhuan and is also overly persistent.
"Eggs, Your Highness is picking up eggs." Tuantuan carried a small basket and walked towards the pheasant pen.
Mu Run had no choice but to chase after Tuan Tuan first, and said to Huan Huan, "You're not allowed to go to the riverbank, understand?"
"Okay, Mom, keep an eye on my little brother." With that, Huanhuan ran off.
Mu Run turned her head: "..."
Alright, let's see if she catches her in a bit and gives her a good beating.
Tuantuan opened the gate to the pheasant pen himself, and a brightly colored male pheasant flew towards him.
Seeing the pheasant's sharp beak, Mu Run kicked a small stone, which hit the pheasant right in the neck.
The male pheasant immediately collapsed to the ground, twitched a few times, and then fell silent.
"Eggs, collect eggs." Tuantuan was determined to collect wild eggs, ignoring Murun's words.
Mu Run sighed, "...none of them are easy to deal with."
She picked up the rooster she had killed, patted its greasy drumstick, and said, "Alright, I'll use you as a dish today and make a mushroom and pheasant soup for the two of you."
...
Huanhuan walked along, picking up things as she went—small sticks, small stones—humming a nursery rhyme and skipping and hopping forward.
When she got to the riverbank, she threw the small stones in her hand into the water one by one, skipping them across the surface.
"Hmm? What's that dark thing?" Huanhuan looked into the distance, but because she was small and short, she couldn't see it clearly.
Fu Yunchen lay by the river, with streaks of blood still seeping out from beneath him, though the blood was no longer as red.
Hearing the soft footsteps, Fu Yunchen frowned, opened his bloodthirsty and ferocious eyes, and looked in the direction of the sound.
A beautiful little girl, as lovely as a fairy, appeared in his sight.
But the next moment, everything went black before his eyes, and he could see nothing again.
It must have been the miasma that entered his body through his wound... Even the best swimmers drown, and the best riders fall, but in the end, he was poisoned to death?
Also, what did he just see?
Huanhuan squatted down next to Fu Yunchen and poked him with the small stick in her hand, "Are you still alive?"
Fu Yunchen responded with a low "...Mm".
Upon hearing his voice, Huanhuan suddenly jumped up happily, "Wow, I've found another treasure! Mommy will definitely love it this time!"
Fu Yunchen: "...Little girl, what's your name? Do you and your mother live here?"
Huanhuan replied, "My name is Huanhuan, and my younger brother is here too. What's your name?"
“My name is… Fu Yunchen, you can call me Uncle Fu.”
"Oh, Uncle Fu," Huanhuan said, seeing him lying there, "Can't you move?"
“Okay.” Fu Yunchen sat up with some difficulty. “But Uncle can’t see.”
"Are you blind?"
"It's caused by poisoning; once the poison is neutralized, it should become visible."
"Then I'll take you to my mother. She'll definitely have a way to let you see her again. My mother is amazing."
"good."
Fu Yunchen's blood-cold hands held her warm, soft little hand, and they slowly walked forward together.
If she were an envoy from hell, he would probably be happy to go with her.
...
After Mu Run started simmering the chicken soup, she prepared to cook the main dish. Three and a half years had passed, and the little rice and flour she had brought with her was long gone.
Fortunately, there is a brownish-red root vegetable in the forest that tastes similar to potatoes and is quite large, some as big as watermelons, which fully meets their daily carbohydrate needs.
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