The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

The man had a well-trained body, lean yet strong, with eight thin abdominal muscles stained with red blood, especially when paired with his handsome, well-defined face, it inexplicably made people want to commit sadomasochism.

But the person who could appreciate it at the moment obviously had no intention of appreciating it properly. Qingyin looked at the wound on the man's lower left abdomen which was obviously a knife wound and was still bleeding. She chopped up the herbs with a stone in disgust and applied them on the man's wound.

Yeah, that's OK.

She didn't care about the rest.

Qingyin proudly picked up the flint prepared by Shandong Lu's original body and lit a small fire. She planned to roast a small crab for herself as a snack.

Although Qingyin had taken beauty pills and fitness pills on the way, she was already hungry after walking on the mountain road for such a long time and having not eaten anything all day.

Qingyin swallowed silently when she smelled the crabs being roasted on branches over the fire.

Maybe it was because she was too hungry, but Qingyin felt that the crabs in the mountains were particularly fragrant. Even though there was no seasoning, there was not even a hint of fishy smell.

Ten minutes later, Qingyin was happily chewing on a small crab.

He didn't notice at all that the man behind him moved his fingers as if struggling, and his eyes opened for a moment.

After Qingyin finished eating the crab, he dusted off his butt and left.

According to the original body's memory, the male protagonist will not wake up until tomorrow. Qingyin plans to give the male protagonist the very thin rice porridge that she doesn't want to drink tomorrow.

She had seen some small fish in the river earlier, and she planned to get some tools from the house to catch some fish for herself.

The cheerful Qingyin walked slowly back to the mountain village. On the way, she rinsed her mouth several times by the stream. When she could no longer smell the aroma of meat, Qingyin leisurely picked up some vegetables. She randomly saw a bunch of wild vegetables that the villagers often ate in this place where few people passed by, and picked them up together.

On the way back, Qingyin saw wisps of smoke rising from the village from afar.

It was obvious that some families were preparing to eat.

Qingyin walked slowly back to the familiar little mud house. On the way, Qingyin saw from a distance her original mother, He Xiaohong, standing at the door with her eyes wide open.

"Hey, where are you going, you damn girl?" He stared at Qingyin suspiciously.

Qing Yin calmly held the firewood, pretending to be the same as her original self, and said dully: "Collect firewood and wild vegetables."

He got angry when she saw Qingyin, who couldn't say a few words after being hit with a stick.

He remembered that he had washed the dishes and fed the chickens in the afternoon, but when he saw the rare wild vegetables in Qingyin's arms, he reluctantly turned off the fire.

"Okay, come in."

He dragged Qingyin into the house quietly, and did not forget to glance outside cautiously, as if she was afraid of being discovered.

"Okay, tell your mother where you picked them. There aren't many wild vegetables in the mountains. We need to pick more."

Qing Yin's mouth twitched. Looking at He who was acting cautiously as if guarding against thieves, she said calmly, "It's on the Shandong side, blocked by a patch of grass. Others can't see it. I found it when I was collecting firewood. It's this patch."

He curled her lips and said, "Forget it, one clump is enough."

"It's enough for our family to eat for a day. Second girl, remember to be more discerning next time you collect firewood in the woods and look more carefully for grassy areas, okay?"

Qing Yin nodded dumbly: "I understand."

He looked at Qingyin and became angry again. "Okay, I won't rely on you, you damn girl. I will look for it myself later."

Looking at He who was still complaining about God not giving her more luck, Qingyin's dull eyes flashed with a hint of shrewdness.

"Mom, I'm leaving now."

"Okay, let's go."

……

Looking at He who was immersed in picking wild vegetables in the mountains tomorrow to show off her cooking skills, Qingyin curled the corners of her mouth slightly and quietly slipped away from the narrow kitchen.

Qingyin returned to her room and looked at this small storage room that was converted into a bedroom. This bedroom once even accommodated three girls, but now only Lin Erhua was left.

Qingyin's eyes froze, and she was careful not to touch the things left by Lin Dahua and Lin Sanhua. It was a fallen purple flower, which Lin Xiaomei treated as a treasure. She picked it carefully in the mountains and wrapped it in a piece of colorful cloth. It was a palm-sized piece of cloth, but it was a gift that Lin Dahua saved for her sisters.

It contains my little sister's expectations for the outside world.

Looking at the simple stitches and clean marks on the small cloth bag, Qingyin knew that the original owner had taken great care to keep the bag.

Unfortunately, there was only one witness left in the house of this gift.

Qingyin carefully placed the cloth bag on the clean bed.

A few copper coins wrapped in leaves were dug out from under the bed, under the soft soil.

Qingyin put the copper coins she found on the bed and counted them.

A total of twenty copper coins, not much, but it was indeed the wealth that this girl from the mountains had saved up from childhood to adulthood.

Qingyin looked at the copper coins with satisfaction and put the cloth bag given by her original elder sister on her body so that she could go and save her elder sister in the future. As for the copper coins, Qingyin put them in a small bag.

There was no way she could leave this money to her original parents who were stingy and exploited their daughter. She wanted to spend all this money on herself.

When he came to Lin Erhua's body, he seemed to have inherited her stinginess. Qingyin knew it, but she didn't hate this feeling.

Humph, so what if she only wants to spend her money on herself?

Qingyin counted her coins again with satisfaction. After counting them several times, she fell into a sweet dream with a smile on her face.

In the morning, the women in the village would go up the mountain together to pick some mushrooms and wild vegetables they were familiar with. In order to harvest more, the women would get up very early.

Qingyin blended into the crowd, following behind He, and did not stand out.

The forest was very large, and the women from a village rushed straight to where they wanted to go in order to harvest, and soon the crowd began to disperse.

Qingyin also took the opportunity to carry the basket and slowly walked to a remote place.

After a while, it disappeared from the spot.

Qingyin arrived early and secretly took a look at the male protagonist. Before he woke up, Qingyin slipped away to the stream.

Using some ropes found in the basket to weave a fine net, Qingyin caught a few small fish as long as the back of a little finger and took the net back with satisfaction.

This time, Qingyin returned to the cave and saw that the male protagonist was still unconscious.

He lit a fire skillfully and grilled the fish.

A bowl of vegetable porridge diluted with a lot of water was placed casually by the fire so that it would not get cold.

After the fish was cooked, Qingyin enjoyed eating the whole fish and then wiped her mouth.

There was a noise coming from behind and Duan Heng woke up.

Duan Heng opened his eyes cautiously and looked at the girl in front of him. She was dark and had no visible facial features. Her limbs were thin and obviously had no fighting ability, but her eyes were bright. He relaxed his vigilance and asked in confusion, "Who are you?"

Qingyin pointed at herself seriously and said, "I am your savior. I saved you, and you have to repay me with gratitude. Do you understand?"

Duan Heng: "..."

Although he had no memory, Duan Heng was certain that there had never been such a person around him before, which gave him the illusion of being choked.

No one who saves someone would be so shameless as to ask the person he saved to repay him with gratitude.