The arrogant little husband is desperately flirting with the hunter

As soon as the two left, Chu Xiao collapsed onto the bed exhausted and took a deep breath. This broken body, just because he took two things from the space, he actually overused his mental energy.

We really can't go on like this. We scared the person today, but if we use our mental power, he will become exhausted and we will be discovered sooner or later.

He needs to heal his body as soon as possible, and at the same time he needs to find a way to improve his mental strength.

There are two ways to improve mental strength in the end times: meditation and absorbing crystal cores. He does not have a crystal core, but he is not willing to meditate because once he enters the meditative state, he will lose his perception of the outside world. If someone comes in at this time, he will be a lamb to be slaughtered.

Forget it, he should sleep first, eat and drink well, and take good care of his body. After all, even if he doesn't use his mental power, based on his skills, he has nothing to fear even though he is not a professional martial artist.

Thinking of this, he pulled the clothes next to him to cover himself. As soon as he covered himself, he smelled a strange smell. He brought it under his nose and sniffed it. It smelled like dog hair.

There are dogs in their base, all of which are pets raised by the survivors. They have no fighting power, but are cute. Of course, there are also mutant dogs outside the base, with mottled fur, which look extremely disgusting.

Chu Xiao also wanted to have a dog at the beginning, but how could they raise such an expensive pet? They were only qualified to raise a pig and grow vegetables. But now he should have the opportunity. In the future, he will raise many dogs.

The more he thought about it, the happier he felt. He couldn't help but sniff the clothes. Then he realized, whose clothes were they? They were so big, they definitely couldn't be his.

He sat up and looked carefully at the clothes that came from nowhere. It was covered with patches, especially the arms and the hem, which were almost patches on top of patches. Who would wear such tattered clothes? It was impossible for his worthless uncle and elder brother to wear such tattered clothes.

He tried hard to recall, but he had no memory of the clothes at all. He just covered himself with the clothes and went to sleep.

The land in Anning Village is not fertile, but it is enough to provide basic food and clothing, except for families like the Yan family, who have sold all their houses and land and can only make money by hunting in the mountains and picking wild vegetables and mushrooms. However, families with many children will occasionally go hungry.

At daybreak, the kerosene lamp was lit in the Yan family's kitchen. Zhao Guizhi kneaded the dough while whispering, "It has rained a lot recently, so don't go too deep. If the weather is bad, you can rest on the mountain. I will ask your second brother to go with you in a few days to reinforce the thatched house on the mountain."

"Okay." Yan Zhenshen sharpened the hatchet in his hand and responded in a low voice.

"Also, go up the mountain and see if there are any mushrooms. If there are a lot, ask Dahei to come back and inform us, and your third sister and I will go up the mountain to pick them."

"It's not the season yet." Yan Zhenshen looked up at Zhao Guizhi and said, "Don't go up there. I'll pick them when I see them, dry them and bring them back."

"How much can you pick by yourself?" Zhao Guizhi rolled her eyes at him. "A pound of dried mushrooms costs six cents now. Your third sister and I will go there to pick mushrooms for two days. We can pick at least 20 to 30 pounds."

"It's dangerous." Yan Zhenshen disagreed: "There are many wild animals in the mountains now."

Zhao Guizhi knew that her son was worried about them, but given the family situation, how could the eldest son handle it alone?

The two of them didn't say anything else. Yan Zhenshen silently sharpened the knife, went to the yard to get a basin of cold water to wash his face, and then took some coarse grain cakes to feed Dahuang and Dahei.

At this time, Zhao Guizhi had already put the steamed buns into the pot. When she came out, she saw her son touching a half-black and half-white dog with heartache. This was Taxue, the first dog raised by Yan Zhenshen.

However, three years ago, the dog was pierced in the stomach by a wild boar while trying to protect his son. Although he survived, he could no longer follow the dog up the mountain and had to stay at home.

She sighed, turned back to the house, brought out the leftover chicken soup from yesterday, and poured it into Taxue's food bowl: "It's old, and hasn't been eating much lately."

"I know." Yan Zhenshen gently rubbed Taxue's fur, "If I'm not here when it leaves, remember to bury it on the top of the mountain. I'll see it when I come back."

"Okay." Zhao Guizhi nodded, then smiled and said, "You're a grown man, don't sigh. The porridge is ready, go and eat it quickly. I'll pack the buns for you later."

"Ah."

As the sun rose slightly, Yan Zhenshen ran up the mountain with his two dogs.

Zhao Guizhi felt a little sad. The eldest son was dragged down by his parents. Other boys got married at the age of seventeen or eighteen, but he was already twenty-two and still had no one who cared about him.

……

Anning Village is very lively in the early morning. A rooster crows first, followed by other crowing sounds.

Chu Xiao was woken up. He was hungry in the middle of the night and ate all the remaining chicken soup. When he woke up, he felt a lot more relaxed.

But now he was hungry again, perhaps because his body was too weak, and he used his mental power, so he got hungry very quickly.

He sneaked into the kitchen again, but found nothing this time. He thought that Li Xiulan had learned her lesson and hid everything.

He curled his lips but didn't give up. He ran directly to the backyard. He originally wanted to get a chicken to eat, but seeing the hen clucking non-stop, he wondered if it had laid eggs. He had never eaten eggs before.

He quickly went into the chicken coop and actually found four eggs. He grabbed them, cracked one and poured it directly into his mouth.

A bit fishy.

Chu Xiao put away the other three eggs and went to the kitchen. He wanted to light a fire to boil water and cook the eggs. He knew that the eggs had to be cooked. After all, Chu Xiaoxiao had that memory.

Although he seldom eats it, he can occasionally get one.

But memory alone is useless. Actual operation is the most important. After struggling with the stove for a long time, Chu Xiao finally got the fire lit. He was choked and kept coughing.

After working hard to cook the eggs, I heard Chu Fei yelling at the kitchen door before I could eat them: "The eggs are mine, you little beast, you are not allowed to eat them."

"Do you want to eat it?" Chu Xiao teased him with the egg.

"Yes, I want to eat it. The eggs are mine." Chu Fei said as he rushed over to grab them.

Chu Xiao dodged and raised the eggs in his hand and said, "If you want to eat them, go talk to the hen and ask her to lay them for you."

"Little beast, give me the eggs." As the youngest child in the Chu family, Chu Fei was a little spoiled. You know, the person who took care of him the most when he was a child was not his mother, but Chu Xiaoxiao. As a result, this little bastard, when he grew up, joined his family in scolding him. He really has no conscience at all.

But he was too lazy to argue with a kid if he knew when to advance and when to retreat.

Obviously Chu Fei didn't know that Chu Xiao had turned around and left, but he was still scolding him. He couldn't bear it anymore and there was no need to endure it anymore, even if it was just a child.

Chu Xiao turned around, picked up Chu Fei with one hand, and hung him directly on the kitchen door. Seeing him struggling with his belly exposed, he smiled and said, "You can jump down with just a tug of your clothes. Try your best. I'm rooting for you."

After saying that, he left without paying any attention to the child crying behind him. Humph, no matter how old you are, you have to punish him if you provoke him.