Good luck and fortune come to the end of the world, the boss brings prosperity to the whole village

Jiang looked at the sky.

It's gloomy and windy. Is it going to rain?

Hurry up and bring the clothes that are hanging out to dry into the house.

Then he shook his head and said that it hadn't rained here for more than a month. He heard from the villagers that the same was true in the nearby counties and cities.

A trace of sadness unconsciously appeared on his face.

The three of them were separated from the Song family and did not get any land. Even so, she felt that this situation was not a good sign.

He glanced at the food on the stove and muttered, "This girl can really sleep!"

No, I have to wake my daughter up, otherwise she will be hungry and I will be the one who feels bad.

dong dong dong...

I knocked on the door for a long time and shouted a few times, but there was no response from inside.

Jiang's eyelids twitched. Could something have happened?

He pushed the door open quickly.

The room was clear at a glance. The quilt on the bed was neatly folded, square and straight like a block of tofu. Where was the shadow of Song Jixiang?

Jiang was running towards the front door in a hurry, and ran into Song Jixiang who came in from the back door.

Her daughter looked like a naughty monkey that had rolled in the mud. Her clothes, pants and face were all covered with mud and blood. Her hair, which had been combed neatly in the morning, was now a little messy. She was carrying a wooden stick on her shoulder, with many preys strung on it.

"Mom, come and see what I brought..."

Song Jixiang grinned with his big white teeth, his eyes full of pride as if to praise me.

"Jixiang, how are you? Why is there blood on your clothes? Where are you injured? Tell me quickly..."

Jiang didn't even glance at the prey, she rushed over and hugged Song Jixiang, unable to hide the worry in her eyes.

"Mom, I'm fine. This isn't my blood. It's from that stupid roe deer. I'm not injured."

As he spoke, he jumped back and forth a few times.

Who said the roe deer was stupid? It took her a lot of effort to deal with it.

Seeing Song Jixiang's agile movements, Jiang felt relieved.

She hugged her daughter and burst into tears, "Wow, you little bastard, you scared me to death, what if..., how will I and your little brother survive..."

The big hand slapped Song Jixiang's back again and again, but no sound was made.

"Yesterday you said you were just wandering around, and mom believed you. But what happened today? That stupid roe deer ran to your feet by itself... you little liar... wuwuwu..."

Jiang's eyes were red, and she hugged Song Jixiang tightly, as if she was afraid that her daughter would run away in the blink of an eye.

This scene reminded Song Jixiang of the first day she came here, when Jiang also held her tightly in the same way.

Her emotions were very complicated. She was an orphan at the end of the world and had never experienced the warmth of family affection. She worked hard every day just to survive and become stronger. This feeling was very novel.

So he tried his best to appease Jiang and made her promise not to go to the mountains again.

He made promises with his mouth, but he had his own plans in his mind.

"Mom, it's still early, why don't we go to town and sell the roe deer!"

The game that has been hunted will no longer be fresh if it is kept for a long time, and its price will definitely be greatly discounted.

Jiang refused without even thinking, "What nonsense are you talking about? The sky is so gloomy. What if we meet a bad guy on the way? Your little head is obsessed with money. You value money more than your life..."

After thinking for a while, he comforted her, "Why don't you go find your uncle Dazhuang? He knows how to preserve the prey. Let him take it to the town to sell it tomorrow, and give him half of the money. I think your aunt He will have no objection."

The Uncle Dazhuang that Jiang mentioned was the man who went hunting in the mountains with Song Jiaming that day. The two were from the same village and often made appointments to go hunting in the mountains together. Therefore, he was one of Song Jiaming's few friends.

It's impossible for there to be no benefits in asking someone to do something for you, and life is not easy for everyone.

Song Jixiang nodded, thinking that Jiang was thoughtful. She was weak now, and if she really encountered a few bad guys who blocked the road and robbed people, she could get into trouble.

Song Jixiang did what he said and unloaded three pheasants and some bamboo shoots from his shoulder pole.

The pheasant was just knocked unconscious by a stone. Jiang wanted to keep it and raise it, so Song Jixiang naturally had no objection.

Seeing the sky getting increasingly gloomy, Song Jixiang didn't delay any longer. He put the roe deer and a few rabbits on the wooden sticks again, put them on his shoulders, and ran down the mountain.

Jiang called her from behind: "Hey, slow down, slow down..."

At least wipe the blood off your face. What if you scare people?

Before she could finish her words, she disappeared in the blink of an eye. I really don't know when my daughter became so impetuous.

Following his original body's memory, Song Jixiang quickly found He Dazhuang's home.

The mud wall was low and surrounded the courtyard. The woman who was feeding chickens inside heard the knocks on the gate and came over to open it while answering.

The courtyard door creaked open, revealing a small, gray figure.

Song Jixiang thought that he couldn't have a stern face when asking someone to do something for him, so he smiled brightly at the woman with his white teeth bared.

But she didn't look in the mirror at this moment. There were several blood marks on her dry and sallow face, and her clothes were covered with mud and blood. The hair tie was either broken or rubbed off on the road. The few strands of hair had fallen down and were fluttering in the wind. When people suddenly saw it, the result was predictable.

Oh my god——

He Dazhuang's wife, Tian Danniu, saw this and screamed in surprise. She almost threw the dustpan in her hand over. She stepped back several steps, holding her chest and gasping for breath.

Song Jixiang didn't expect that instead of getting close to others, he ended up frightened.

She scratched her head sheepishly and called out, "Aunt He, it's me, the sixth daughter of the third room of the Song family. Is my uncle Dazhuang home?"

Although she really didn't like the nickname Liu Ya, if she didn't say it, the villagers wouldn't know her real name, so it would be useless to say it.

Tian Danniu recognized the voice, took a closer look, and exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Ah! It's Liu Ya..."

Her husband often hunts, so of course he saw the things on Song Jixiang's shoulders, and said enthusiastically: "Liu Ya, come in quickly, come in quickly, auntie will help you unload the things."

"Thank you, auntie!"

He unloaded the things but did not go into the house.

"Aunt, this is dug up in the mountains. I'll give it to you and Uncle Dazhuang to try."

Song Jixiang handed Tian Danniu a bunch of bamboo shoots. They were big and fresh and looked delicious.

Tian Danniu's smile widened a little, and she turned her head and shouted to the back room: "Daniu's father, Danniu's father, the girl from the Song family is here to see you, come out quickly..."

He Dazhuang strode over and saw the roe deer, rabbits and bamboo shoots on the ground. His eyes almost popped out of his eyes, "Where did this come from?"

Tian Daniu took a photo of her man.

"You idiot, where else could it have come from? Liu Ya brought it!"

Of course He Dazhuang knew that it was Liu Ya who brought her here. Anyone with eyes could see it. What on earth was his wife saying?

Ever since the third brother of the Song family died in the mountains, he has had a traumatic experience with hunting and has not been to the mountains for a long time.

"...Did you hit me...?"

He Dazhuang couldn't believe it and kept his mouth shut for a long time.

Song Jixiang's mouth twitched, "Uncle Dazhuang, you can definitely remove the word 'ma'..."

"Oh, ah! Yeah."

He Dazhuang squatted down and looked over the prey.

From the extent of the injuries on these prey, it can be seen that the hunters were very skilled and did not damage the fur so that they could be sold for a good price.

The look he gave Song Jixiang changed from initial shock to complexity.

This family has lost its backbone and has been separated by Old Lady Song. Now they have to send such a young child to hunt in the mountains to make a living.

“Wooooooaaaa…waaaaaa…waaaa…”

He Dazhuang grabbed his hair and burst into tears.

It’s all his fault, it’s all his fault. He is the one who dragged down Third Brother Song.

Song Jixiang had a black question mark face.

Is he crying sadly because he saw his prey?

Uncle Dazhuang is really~

So emotional!!!