Lin Tiezhu's wife avoided her hand, stubbornly leading her five children, and kowtowed three times to her before handing her the basket beside her.
"These are some wild vegetables I picked along the way, Anan, please don't mind them."
Lin Yinan took the wild vegetables and helped her up. "Sister-in-law, I'll take the wild vegetables. Take the child and go home."
Lin Tiezhu's wife wiped away her tears, picked up her three-year-old son, and turned to leave.
"Sister Anan, thank you for finding my father and helping us get revenge," Lin Tiezhu's eldest daughter, Lin Huihui, said sincerely.
The village chief came back in the morning and told them the details of what happened. The uncles and cousins who went with him also saw it clearly.
Those Hu people were highly skilled in martial arts. If it weren't for Sister Anan, Linjia Village would probably have lost several more people.
She will remember Sister Anan's kindness for the rest of her life.
Back in the tent, Old Mrs. Zhao, who was squatting on the ground tending the fire, took the basket, glanced at it, and said, "It looks quite fresh and tender. Did Lin Tiezhu's wife give it to you?"
"Yes, she brought five children and kowtowed to me."
"Oh, you child..." Old Mrs. Zhao was about to say that Zhao Tiezhu's wife was of a higher generation than her, but then she thought for a moment and said, "It's only right."
"That's what I think too."
Lin Yinan disdained the idea of taking advantage of someone's kindness.
Dinner was still a pot of millet and wild vegetable porridge, and Zhang also added some minced wild boar meat.
After eating it for several days in a row, Lin Yinan didn't really like it.
She tilted her head back, drank the porridge, put down the bowl, wiped her mouth, picked up her bow and arrows, and stood up.
"Sister, are you going hunting?"
Lin Yi'an's eyes sparkled, and she unconsciously licked her lips.
Lin Yinan nodded, and Lin Yizhang also stood up. "Anan, I'll go with you."
"Sister Anan, I'm going too." Lin Yisong said indistinctly, his mouth still full of food.
Lu Changqing held the bowl in one hand and tugged at her clothes with the other, afraid that she would abandon him.
Lin Yinan rubbed his forehead, squatted down and said patiently, "I'll go hunt some pheasants for you guys, I'll be back soon."
Lu Changqing reluctantly let go of her hand.
Lin Yinan only walked around the mountains and forests around the camp and got two pheasants and more than a dozen wild eggs.
Eggs were hard to carry on the road, so Grandma Zhao decided to boil them all and give one to each person.
Lin Yinan was half asleep when she was woken up.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Old Madam Zhao, Madam Zhang, and her own mother staring intently at her.
"Grandma, what's wrong?"
Grandma Zhao quietly tugged at Li Shulan.
Li Shulan understood immediately and lowered her voice, saying, "Anan, I need to relieve myself. Why don't you come with the three of us?"
Lin Yinan had no choice but to get up, sling his bow and arrows over his shoulder, tell the night watchman, and then lead the three of them out of the camp with a torch in hand.
It was pitch black all around, and the sounds of insects and birds echoed from the forest, giving one a chill.
The three of them found a relatively open space and quickly took care of their physiological needs.
On the way back, Old Mrs. Zhao, who was walking at the front, suddenly felt her legs give way and let out a cry of "Ah!" before disappearing from the spot in an instant.
"Mother!" Zhang, who was following behind, was shocked and quickly squatted down to pull Old Madam Zhao up, but the muddy ground under her feet suddenly collapsed and she fell in as well.
"Mother, sister-in-law!"
Li Shulan witnessed her mother-in-law and younger siblings fall into the water and was so anxious that she wanted to go forward to pull them up, but Lin Yinan grabbed her arm.
"Danger! Don't go there."
Li Shulan called out several times from the cave entrance, but neither Old Lady Zhao nor Zhang responded.
Lin Yinan found a wooden stick about the thickness of her wrist and probed around, discovering that only the soil where Old Mrs. Zhao and Zhang had fallen was soft.
Their commotion, which occurred not far from the camp, alerted the villagers on night watch.
Six people came over carrying torches and saw that it was Li Shulan and her daughter.
"Auntie, what happened?" the young villager in the lead asked.
Li Shulan said anxiously, "Mother and my sister-in-law have fallen into the pit."
Lin Yinan looked into the large pit that had been exposed; it was pitch black inside, and she couldn't see Old Mrs. Zhao or Zhang Shi.
"Do you have a rope? I'll go down and take a look," she asked the villager on night duty.
"I have some."
An older villager quickly untied the rope he was carrying.
"I'll go back and get someone."
Seeing that something was wrong, another villager went back with a torch to call for help.
Lin Yinan took the rope, tied one end to a nearby tree, and was about to tie the other end to herself when she was stopped by a young man on night duty.
“Sister Anan, let your brother do it.”
"I'm good at kung fu, and since the situation down below is unclear, I can handle anything that happens."
Lin Yinan refused, saying that no one here was more suitable than her.
She was about to climb into the pit with the torch in hand when Li Shulan stopped her and warned, "Anan, be careful!"
The pit that Grandma Zhao and the others fell into was quite deep, but fortunately the villagers' ropes were long enough.
"Grandma, Auntie!"
Lin Yinan shouted a few times while falling in mid-air, but the two people below did not respond.
Lin Yinan slid down the rope.
After a short while, she felt something under her feet and stepped on it, so she must have reached the bottom.
Looking around with torches, they discovered that the cave where Old Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Zhang had fallen was not large, and the two were lying not far away.
Lin Yinan took two steps forward, then her heart skipped a beat; the sensation under her feet was wrong.
I stopped and looked down, and realized that I wasn't standing on flat ground, but on a burlap sack, which had a distinct grainy texture.
She took out a dagger and made a cut; the sack was filled with plump millet grains.
Who hid so much grain here?
"Anan, where are you?"
“Sister Anan”.
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