I asked you to dig wild vegetables to pay off your debt, not go up the mountain to pick up money!

system:"……"

Rolling his eyes crazily...

Time passed by bit by bit, Song An Ning felt sore all over and didn't dare to move. The male pheasant finally finished its patrol and lowered its head to look for food.

It slowly approached the basket. Song Anning swallowed nervously. Perhaps her acting skills were too poor when she was a child, or perhaps the chickens she raised were too smart. She had never won the game of catching chickens with a basket.

The chickens looked at her as if she were a fool and went back to their nests to lie down.

But it is different for pheasants in the mountains. After being hungry for a whole winter, they eat like crazy to keep their bodies in the best condition and reproduce offspring.

Sure enough, the male pheasant tilted its head, looked at the backpack, and came over following the smell.

He lowered his head and took two bites. Seeing that there was no danger, the male pheasant stretched out his neck and clucked a few times.

In the bushes not far away, two female pheasants poked their heads out. Seeing that there was food, they responded happily a few times, then came to the side of the male pheasant and started eating without raising their heads.

"!!!"

Unexpectedly, it had two wives. The backpack was big enough. After the three pheasants were under the backpack, Song An Ning seized the opportunity and pulled it hard.

"Gluck cluck cluck..."

The three pheasants struggled desperately, and Song An Ning crawled over and held down the backpack.

Buy one get two free, it’s worth the hour of waiting!

After a while, when the pheasant in the basket calmed down, Song An Ning twisted a few more ropes and tied the pheasant's feet and wings tightly with the ropes.

After searching carefully in the direction the hen had just come from, I found two more nests of pheasant eggs with a total of more than a dozen eggs.

I have gained a lot and am going home!

We were used to eating domestic chickens, but pheasants were hard to come by. The town's restaurants loved these wild game dishes, and living pheasants, in pairs, should fetch a good price.

On the way back, Song Anning rubbed her aching waist. Her entire arm was aching, and blisters had formed on her hands. She couldn't help but sigh, "This money is really hard to earn..."

She planned to keep one hen to improve her family's life, and the remaining two would make a pair, which she would take to Grandpa Lin's house to sell.

When I think about the two little ones being able to eat meat, I already have a picture of them happily eating meat in my mind.

Near the foot of the mountain, Song Anning heard A Yue crying, and she hurried down the mountain.

At the doorstep, Song Zeyuan and Song Zexun from his second uncle's family were pinned to the ground by two older children, their faces and hair covered in mud. Song Anyue had a cut on her forehead, and her face was covered in blood and tears.

"My father is dead, my mother is crazy, my sister is a jerk, and her engagement was broken off. Shame on you..."

"Hahaha……"

Five or six children aged eight or nine were shouting rhymes in unison, and two of them spat in the faces of Song Zeyuan and Song Zexun.

Seeing this, Song An Ning was so angry that he was about to burst into tears. When the children saw Song An Ning coming back, they did not let go and instead made louder noises.

They had done this before. The eldest sister of the Song family didn't care about the two younger ones at all. Over time, these little beasts became more unscrupulous.

When the Song family children saw their elder sister, they looked at her eagerly. "Auntie has changed for the better, right? She won't ignore them, right?"

However, Song An Ning only looked at Song Anyue's forehead and thought it was not serious. It was probably scratched by a branch or something.

Then, without saying anything, she walked into the yard.

"Hahaha, I told you, your sister is only concerned with cheating and doesn't care about you."

Song Zeyuan lying on the ground closed his eyes in despair. The pain in his body was far less than the pain in his heart. Did their sister really not care about him and A Yue?

Song Anning walked into the yard, put away the backpack first, picked out the sharpest sickle, and the next moment, rushed out like the wind, first swinging his arms

"Snapped"

He slapped the leader with all his strength, but the kid didn't have time to react as the cold sickle was already on his neck.

"You little bastard, how dare you bully my brother and sister? I'll kill you! @￥%……&*%￥"

Song An Ning used all his life's knowledge and cursed out the foulest words, but he still couldn't get rid of the resentment in his heart.

The one who led the bullying was called Hu Zi, the only son of Widow Song at the village head. Widow Song was one of those annoying gossips.

Hu Zi, who was stunned by the beating, just reacted and saw the sickle on his neck. After all, he was only a nine-year-old child. He was so scared that he even forgot to cry, and yellow liquid flowed down his pants.

The accomplices nearby quickly helped Song Zeyuan and Song Zexun up, their faces turning pale and they kept backing away.

"Everyone, stop right there! Anyone who dares to run will be killed."

The sickle here had a curved hook, which just happened to be stuck on Huzi's neck. Drops of blood flowed out from his neck. The remaining five children dared not move, and pointed at Huzi tremblingly:

"Blood, it's blood! Someone's murdered. The Song family's daughter has murdered someone. Mother... wow..."

"Don't cry, come back and stand still."

Song Anning's eyes were murderous. She glanced at Song Zeyuan and the other two and said, "Listen up, the three of you. If anyone bullies you again, fight back at all costs. If you can't beat them, call me sister or uncle. There's no point in suffering in vain!"

The three little ones were stunned by her aura and nodded blankly.

"Pah, pah, pah, pah..."

The crisp sound of slaps finally landed on everyone's face. "Don't you like spitting? Slap your face and you won't be able to spit. Don't you like swearing? Cut off your tongue and you won't be able to swear."

A person with adrenaline rushing through his body has infinite strength.

After Song Anning slapped each of them five or six times, he saw Widow Song running down the mountain:

"Oh my son, my life..."

She wanted to step forward and snatch Hu Zi away, but Song An Ning did not give her the chance and tightened the sickle in her hand even more.

"You bastard, you deserve a bad death. If anything happens to my son today, I won't live, and neither will you. Let my son go..."

Song Anning was not afraid of Widow Song's threats at all. Many people who came over after hearing the noise also hurried to persuade her when they saw this scene.

"Ning girl, put the knife down and let's talk it out."

"The elders are here and can make the decision for you. Put Hu Zi down first. That sickle can really kill people. It's not a joke."

Song An Ning looked around at everyone and smiled coldly: "Call the shots? What kind of bullshit call the shots? When my child was bullied, who among you stood up for him?"

"And Hu Zi's mother, let me tell you today that I, Song An Ning, am a bastard and I'm not afraid of anything. My family is in this state now, and we still have foreign debts. I'm not afraid of those who wear shoes. Let's die together."

"No, no, no, I can't die. I can't die. Hu Zi is my lifeblood. Please let him go..."

Widow Song cried heartbreakingly, but Song An Ning remained calm:

"Hu Zi is your lifeblood, and so are my children. How can they be bullied at will?"

"And these little bastards, if there's no solution to this matter today, forget it!"

More and more people gathered, and the village head also rushed over with everyone else...