After binding the investment system, I began to cultivate the empress

Waiting online, very anxious.

A small county town in southern Xinjiang.

The gloomy sky looked like moldy cotton wool, and the strong wind blew fine snow down. The temperature between the mountains and forests was so low that water would freeze into ice. In such weather, even the most experienced herbalists did not dare to go up the mountain.

But at this moment, there was a figure moving through the dense forest like a fish in water.

A piece of red vine entangled in the tree was cut off, and the dripping juice was collected in a bamboo tube.

"It's been so unusually cold this year, and many places are preparing for sacrifices again."

Huang Donglai raised his head and drank some vine juice, then looked at the gray sky and exhaled a breath of foul air.

He is the only 'virgin boy and girl' who survived the sacrifice in Wangshan City.

His steady and vigilant temperament was not innate.

When he was a child, his father died early, and he and his mother lived as an orphan and a widow in Wangshan City. There was no man in the family, and his mother was unwilling to remarry, so the family’s land was taken away by the mayor.

Fortunately, this place is poor and has bad water and mountains, and there are many wastelands in other people's fields that men are unwilling to cultivate.

My mother would go and cultivate the corners of other people's land. Sometimes she was lucky and the harvest would come back from other people. Sometimes the land was leveled and the original owner took it away before she could even sow the seeds.

My mother never argues with anyone, she just quietly goes looking for new wasteland.

Repeatedly.

Huang Donglai is twelve years old. He has long been an expert at collecting herbs in the mountains. Even monkeys are not as agile as him. He also learned from his mother how to survive in the cracks.

In this way, the orphan and widowed mother miraculously survived.

He had thought that life would continue like this forever.

But that day, the mayor came to his house with a group of people, and he was very scared because his mother had just planted sweet potatoes and promised to make roasted sweet potatoes for him.

Unexpectedly, the villagers who had come to the door more or less for land were not ferocious this time.

They all had smiling faces and brought venison, new clothes, and even malt candy, which was only available in big cities.

But my mother's face is as white as snow.

He ate the candy in the evening and thought that the other children in the village were all bragging and the candy was not sweet at all.

The next morning, his mother dressed him up beautifully with new clothes and new shoes that he had never worn before.

Under the gaze of the other mayors and priests, his mother held his hand tightly, until it hurt, and told him to be obedient.

Huang Donglai was very frightened, as he had always been very obedient.

Then, he was sent up the mountain by a group of villagers, along with a girl of the same age. They were beating drums and gongs along the way, and some people kept comforting the two children, saying that they were about to serve the mountain god, and would live a good life and have malt candy to eat every day.

But malt sugar obviously doesn’t taste good.

Just as he was thinking this, the lotus seat suddenly rolled over.

The world spun around and he fell into the woods.

He looked with trepidation at the person who had knocked over the lotus seat. It was the very strong woman who had reclaimed countless wastelands.

The last voice Huang Donglai heard from his mother was so hoarse:

"Run! Never come back!!"

that moment.

Accompanied by the sound of the wind passing by my ears.

No one could catch him anymore.

"call...."

Huang Donglai let out a long breath and put away the trance in his heart.

It is very dangerous to be in a daze in the mountains...

Snapped--

Suddenly, there was a sound of branches being stepped on in the distance.

Huang Donglai quickly became alert, the porcelain bottle in his hand slipped, and at the same time, he took in the surrounding environment and instantly figured out the best escape route, and even set a few simple traps...

"Cough cough..."

The coughing continued for a long time and became weaker and weaker.

people?

Huang Donglai silently felt the other person's breath and pushed aside the leaves to look.

He was a middle-aged man, his ragged clothes barely recognizable as the uniform of a military scout, and his pair of tattered vine shoes were in tatters, showing that he had obviously experienced an unimaginable long journey.