Poor little thing is eating melons and watching the drama in the period literature

Xiao Zijing looked at Yu Qingtang with sharp eyes and clenched his fists tightly. He also wanted to be as powerful as Sister Yu.

Yu Qingtang let go of his hand only after the wild boar had died and could no longer resist.

The extreme tension made her whole body tense. When she relaxed, she suddenly sat limply on the ground.

The aunts and sisters approached cautiously and poked the wild boar with their hoes.

Without moving, they cheered in surprise.

"The wild boar is dead! The wild boar is dead! Yu Zhiqing killed the wild boar!"

"Yu Zhiqing beat the wild boar to death with his fists!!!"

"Hurry up and carry the wild boar to the main group. We will eat wild boar today."

Yu Qingtang was also helped up.

Xiao Zijing didn't even bother to stay away from her in front of outsiders. He ran to Yu Qingtang worriedly and took her hand to check.

Although Yu Qingtang's strength increased after using the supernatural card, her hands were still her hands and her skin was still delicate.

The hammer hit the wild boar's thick skin, causing the backs of her hands to be scratched. The backs of both hands were covered in blood, which looked particularly scary.

Xiao Zijing was crying with tears in his eyes. Yu Qingtang reached out to wipe his tears, but ended up getting blood all over his face.

"It's okay, just apply some medicine and it will be fine soon."

"Yu Zhiqing, you killed this wild boar. I will give you some more meat later."

In this era, everything in the mountains is public property, and what is hunted must be divided equally among everyone.

Being able to say that giving her more share was already a reward for her killing the wild boar.

Of course Yu Qingtang would not be polite with them: "I want ribs and thigh meat."

The aunties and aunties worked together to carry the wild boar to the main group. The wild boar was already dead and had to be processed immediately otherwise it would go bad.

After everyone had left, Yu Qingtang noticed two children, one big and one small, hugging each other and crying.

The older one looked very familiar to her. Yu Qingtang had seen the cowherd boy with Yu Qingxu when she delivered food to him before. His name seemed to be Jiang Pingan.

The little girl he was holding looked to be about three years old. She was plump, fair and tender, and looked particularly blessed.

At this moment, the little girl was looking at him with her big tearful eyes.

With this appearance, even if her body was not glowing with a lustrous white light, Yu Qingtang could guess that she was Jiang Yuanyuan, the little heroine favored by the Fuwa group.

There was a time when Yu Qingtang really liked reading this type of novel. He thought it was very enjoyable and he could also enjoy the happiness of raising a daughter.

But when we actually met, it wasn't that pleasant.

The wild boar just chased them down.

A teenager with his three-year-old sister was able to run so far from the wild boar's mouth and was ignored by the wild boar at the critical moment.

The wild boar passed them and went straight after the people in front. Although this was good luck, it looked weird no matter how you looked at it.

Especially when you are the unlucky one, it is yourself.

Yu Qingtang recalled a saying he had heard somewhere before: a person's luck is determined by comparing it with the misfortunes of those around him.

Lucky energy is also conserved, no one can be lucky all the time.

If so, then there must be someone around him who is using his or her own misfortune to make up for the energy consumed by his or her luck.

Yu Qingtang was thinking about something when the little Fuwa walked in front of her.

With her two little hands on her chest, she looked at Yu Qingtang with excitement and admiration.

The little baby said in a soft and tender voice: "Sister, you are so awesome!"

It’s really – so cute!!!

Woohoo~ This little Fuwa is unreasonable and actually launched a cute attack on me.

Yu Qingtang held his heart, wanting to squat down and hold her in his arms and rub her.

Yu Qingtang had a blank expression on his face, but there was a struggle in his mind, with countless voices discussing how to calmly and restrainedly block the cute attack of the little Fuwa.

Xiao Zijing suddenly stood in front of her and said to Xiao Fuwa coldly: "Sister Yu's hand is injured and she needs to go back to apply medicine. Don't stop her here."

The little Fuwa blinked his big watery eyes and said in a cute and innocent voice, "Sister, does it hurt? Yuanyuan will blow on you, okay? It won't hurt after the blowing."

"Do you think you're a fairy? Just blow on it and it won't hurt."

Xiao Zijing held back his last bit of self-control and didn't roll his eyes.

When Jiang Ping'an heard this, he hurried forward and glared at Xiao Zijing.

Xiao Zijing pursed his lips, he knew he had said the wrong thing.

He said gloomily, “Sister Yu doesn’t need you to blow, her hand needs medicine to heal.”

He turned around, took Yu Qingtang's hand, and looked up at her: "Yu Qingtang, can you come back with me to apply the medicine?"

Yu Qingtang saw the uneasiness and worry in his eyes, smiled and pinched his face, leaving two bloody marks on his face: "Okay."

The two walked for a while, and when there was no one around, Yu Qingtang asked him, "I remember you had a pretty good relationship with her before, why are you treating her so badly now?"

Yu Qingtang remembered that when he first met the two of them, the two kids were together and Xiao Zijing was feeding the little Fuwa candied haws.

Xiao Zijing looked around nervously, then pulled Yu Qingtang's hand, asked her to squat down, and whispered in her ear: "I think she is very unlucky."

Yu Qingtang didn't know where he came to this conclusion: "Everyone privately said that she was a lucky doll."

Xiao Zijing disagreed and said, "No, nothing good ever happened to me when I met her."

Afraid that she would misunderstand him, he frowned and his eyes were full of anxiety.

Yu Qingtang was given a series of scientific accounts of the unfortunate events that happened to him after he met the little Fuwa.

"Anyway, Sister Yu is better off staying away from her. She is very lucky, but the people around her are very unlucky."

As expected, he is a kid who will become a villain. Even at such a young age, he can keenly notice that something is wrong with the little Fuwa.

"I think so too." Yu Qingtang looked at him and smiled.

Xiao Zijing finally felt relieved and jumped for joy.

This time he could bring Sister Yu back to his home openly.

Yes, for Xiao Zijing, the cowshed is now his home.

Although the place was shabby and smelled of cow dung, his grandfather and others would clean it up very well.

Ji Baizhu dried a lot of medicinal herbs next to the cowshed. People in the team who were sick or in pain were unwilling to go to the health center and liked to ask him to prescribe medicine.

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Xiao Zijing's grandfather used to be a university professor, but was demoted after being reported by his own students.

My son and daughter-in-law were sent to an even more difficult place because they had studied abroad before.

He, an old man in his 60s, lives in a cowshed with his little grandson.

Fortunately, the people in the cowshed helped each other, and the people in Gaolitun Brigade didn't like to criticize others, so the grandfather and grandson were able to survive.

In his spare time, he always liked to clean the cowshed.

Not only the room where the grandfather and grandson live, but also the rooms where other people live will be cleaned, and they will help clean as much as they can.

Xiao Zijing led Yu Qingtang into the house and shouted, "Grandpa, I'm back."