"Shuang'er! Are you still going up the mountain today?" Zhao Tangtang's face suddenly appeared behind the half-open door.
Ye Shuang swallowed the last mouthful of porridge, casually wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, and replied, "Go! Gather them and go to the place I discovered last time."
"Alright, see you at our usual spot! Uncle Li and Aunt Li, I'm off!" Zhao Tangtang's excited voice hadn't even fully reached the other side before she was already gone.
Li Mantian and Li Shi exchanged a smile. Li Shi looked at Ye Shuang, who was changing clothes, and quickly said, "Shuang'er, you must be careful when you go up the mountain, you know? Since you've taken them out, you have to be responsible for bringing them all back safely."
Ye Shuang changed into a gray robe, which was made from clothes that Li Wenyi had worn before, so that it would be convenient for Ye Shuang to go up the mountain to play.
"Okay, I'm off then." Ye Shuang calculated the time and figured that the children had probably gathered by now, so she quickly headed over there.
The old place Zhao Tangtang mentioned was actually next to an old tree at the foot of the mountain. Someone had built a very simple swing there with ropes and planks. It was the village children's favorite place to go, and it later became the place where they discussed "important matters".
When Ye Shuang arrived, more than a dozen children had already gathered under the tree. She stepped directly onto the swing and looked down at everyone.
Although the gaze carried no intimidation, it was enough to intimidate all the children. In an instant, everyone fell silent, gazing up at the towering figure before them.
Ye Shuang looked around, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Where's Wang Ning?"
"Sister Shuang, Wang Ning said he has other things to do today and won't be coming."
Almost as soon as Ye Shuang finished speaking, someone eagerly replied to her. The child who spoke even had a hint of expectation, as if he was hoping that Ye Shuang could lead them to teach this ungrateful fellow a lesson.
Ye Shuang wouldn't do something like bullying a child, so she casually replied, "Is anyone else still missing? If not, let's set off!"
Wang Ning was the son of a butcher in the village. Ye Shuang remembered him so clearly because the boy was very ruthless at a young age. Once, when they went up the mountain, he crushed a pheasant that was trying to attack them with his bare hands. However, he also frightened many children, and after that, he rarely went up the mountain with them.
Turbulent times produce heroes; this kid is not to be underestimated in the future!
Everyone went up the mountain in a pre-arranged line, with the boys walking on the outer edge and the girls on the inner edge. They tried to walk slowly, with the girls picking up mushrooms and wild fruits from the mountains, while the boys were responsible for guarding and protecting the surroundings. The things they picked up were divided equally in the end.
The place they were going to was one that Ye Shuang had discovered with her divine sense. Because it was located deep in the mountains and was very secluded, no one had ever been there before.
As they ventured deeper into the area, even the children, who were only around ten years old, became somewhat frightened: "Sister Shuang, should we go any further? It's getting dangerous if we go any further."
Ye Shuang nodded. In fact, she had already driven away the wild animals nearby with her aura, so there was no danger at all. Otherwise, how could they have made it this far so safely? "Don't be afraid, we'll be there soon. Besides, we've come here so smoothly, wouldn't it be a pity to turn back empty-handed?"
Among the boys, there were quite a few brave ones, and since there were many people with them this time, one of them patted the shoulder of the girl who said she was scared, patted her chest, and said, "Don't be afraid. Even if there is any danger, I will protect you."
"Alright then." The little girl nodded shyly and continued walking forward with the group.
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