After crossing over: kidnapping a female hunter to be the stepfather of the three cubs

Pan'er held her youngest sister Nian'er tightly in her thin arms, while the second oldest sister Yin'er curled up next to Pan'er in a pile of dry firewood.

There was some straw simply laid underneath, which should be where the sisters were punished after being beaten.

Zhao Huanxi felt sad and walked forward to touch the foreheads of several children. Fortunately, none of them had a fever.

It was March or April now, and although there was occasional drizzle, it didn't feel cold. Otherwise, Zhao Huanxi would have been lying on the ground all night, which would have been very uncomfortable.

"Pan'er, does your body still hurt? Are you hungry? Mommy will go and cook." Zhao Huanxi gently picked up four-year-old Lu Nian'er and patted the dust off Nian'er's body.

"Mom, my sister and I are not in pain. He wanted to hit us yesterday, but you protected us. Does it hurt, mom?" Lu Yiner got up from the straw nest and took Zhao Huanxi to look at him.

Hearing this, Zhao Huanxi felt powerless and sad again.

The original owner was really good to the children. If she had a thirsty mouth, she would never let the children drink anything thin. So the children also liked their bride very much. Even though she was beaten to a pulp by that bastard Lu Feng, when they saw Zhao Huanxi being beaten, they would lie on top of Zhao Huanxi regardless of their own safety to prevent her from getting hurt.

"It's okay. Pan'er, Yin'er, go find some firewood and we'll make a fire and cook." Zhao Huanxi put Nian'er on the bed and looked at her sleepy little face.

If you listen carefully, you can hear the little girl mumbling something, "Don't hit mother, please, don't hit me anymore..." Zhao Huanxi raised her hand and touched the little girl's face, and said softly: "Mother is here, sleep a little longer, sister will call you for dinner later."

I turned around and walked into the kitchen. There was a rotten pot on the stove, and it was obvious that there was nothing edible.

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On the other side, Xiang's sister-in-law ran into Lu Daniu on her way home. "Cuihua, how's it going? Did Lu Daniu catch the chicken? Where's the chicken?"

Lu Daniu took the basket from Xiang's wife and said, "I told you to wait for me and go together, but you refused to listen. Did you get bullied?"

Sister-in-law Xiang felt warm inside. She patted the tall Lu Daniu and said angrily, "It's such a small matter that you have to intervene. You don't know. The Lu family kid is not here. His wife, Huanxi, came out to answer the door. I secretly glanced at the room. It was a mess. Huanxi's face had some bruises. It was obvious that she was bullied last night. She is pitiful. She compensated me with ten cents, and I will give her five cents back. Don't be angry."

Hearing his wife say this, Lu Daniu didn't care. He smiled and said, "Why should I be angry? My wife is so kind. I can't wait to be happy."

When Xiang's sister-in-law heard that Lu Daniu was teasing her, she glanced at him and said, "You're the only one who talks too much. Let's go home and cook."

Zhao Huanxi finally found half a pound of bran in the innermost cabinet in the kitchen. At this time, the two sisters who were collecting firewood also came back. They put the firewood into the stove, lit it with a flint, and then stuffed a handful of firewood in. Then they simply cooked a pot of porridge.

Zhao Huanxi took a few broken bowls and said to the second child Lu Yin'er, "Yin'er, go wake up your sister, it's time to eat." He then said to Pan'er who was removing firewood from the kitchen, "Pan'er, come here, bring the food to the table, I'll remove the firewood." The two of them did as they were told.

The sun had just risen in the morning, and curls of smoke rose from the houses. Farmers usually finished their meals early and went to the fields early. This was the busy farming season, and the strong laborers from each family also went to the fields early.

Zhao Huanxi looked at the children who were eating slowly. It was not that they were slow to eat, but in the past, whenever they ate quickly, they would be scolded and beaten by Lu Feng. After a long time, the children had developed this habit.

Zhao Huanxi looked down at the porridge in his bowl, and took a sip with great mental preparation. He thought to himself, is this thing really for human consumption? It has no taste and it irritates the throat.

So she gave some to each of the children, leaving only the bottom of her bowl, and then she forced herself to eat it. Pan'er looked at her mother's actions and said distressedly: "Mom, don't just give it to us, you have to eat more too." As she said this, she was about to pour her porridge back into Zhao Huanxi's bowl.

Zhao Huanxi didn't give her the chance. He took his own bowl, scooped water from the water tank with a gourd, and put it in the pot. He said to her, "Eat quickly so you can get back to work. I'm going to the mountains later. You stay home and help your sisters wash the dishes, clean up the house, and lock the door. Do you understand?"

After hearing this, Pan'er nodded, thinking that his father had beaten his mother again last night and took away the last bit of food in the house. He wondered how many days it would take for his father to come back this time.

After this porridge, there will be nothing left at home. My mother's injuries must be very painful, but she still has to go into the mountains to find food. I can't help much. I really want to grow up quickly so that I can help her share some of the burden.

Yin'er and Nian'er had also finished the porridge in their bowls and wanted to go out with Zhao Huanxi, but they saw that their eldest sister didn't say anything and didn't open her mouth.

Zhao Huanxi didn't care what they were thinking. He found a bamboo backpack, took a sickle and went out.

On the way, Zhao Huanxi took a good look at the village. The village was called Dashi Village because there was a big stone more than ten feet (about 3 meters) high at the entrance of the village.

There are about a hundred households in the village, distributed with some households closer and some farther away.

Zhao Huanxi's home is located behind Dashi Village, close to the mountain. There are only a few scattered households there, so it was so noisy in the morning and only a few people came out to watch the fun. Otherwise, in the middle of the village, the onlookers would surround the house.

Behind them were several large mountains, with no end in sight. Zhao Huanxi remembered that the mountain was called Dashanlin and there were tigers in it.

However, these were rumors from a few years ago, saying that people who went into the mountains to hunt were bitten to death. In addition, the villagers had a good life in the past two years, so there was no need to take risks in the mountains. Therefore, no one has seen what a real tiger looks like in recent years.

Zhao Huanxi walked and chopped snakes with a sickle, because this season was the time when snakes came out of hibernation. This was what Zhao Huanxi's grandmother taught him when he was a child in modern times.

At that time, she was young and lived with her grandmother in the mountains. Her grandmother liked to call her Huanhuan and taught her a lot, so Zhao Huanxi was no stranger to how to live in the mountains.

It is already April, and some wild vegetables are growing vigorously. Unfortunately, some of the wild vegetables in the outer circle have been pulled out. Zhao Huanxi can only walk into the woods. He chose a direction that no one has been to and walked for more than half an hour before seeing a small bamboo forest.

Zhao Huanxi's eyes lit up, and he quickly went to pull away the dead leaves at the roots of the bamboo. He saw small tips emerging from the ground. Zhao Huanxi's guess was right. There were indeed some bamboo shoots growing. However, looking at this variety, it didn't seem to taste very good. His grandmother had said that this variety of bamboo shoots would make his mouth numb.

It's better to have a numb mouth than to starve to death. There is nothing left at home, otherwise I would not risk coming to the mountains.

I dug some bamboo shoots. The bamboo forest was not big so there were not many. In order to save space, I peeled the bamboo shoots and put them in the basket, then continued to walk deeper.

After walking for a while, she saw a few straight bare tree trunks not far away with clusters of red things growing on them. She recognized this thing, "Toona sinensis sprouts". They can be pickled into a side dish, stir-fried with vegetables or scrambled eggs. Zhao Huanxi really likes to eat them. In the past, her grandmother often took her to the mountains to pick them and brought them home for cold dishes.

There was a large half frame of bamboo shoots packed together. Zhao Huanxi reluctantly walked past this place. The further he walked, the denser the woods became. It was noon now, and he didn't know whether the children at home were hungry. Anyway, Zhao Huanxi was already growling with hunger. He had only eaten a bowl of porridge from morning till now, but he felt comforted when he thought that he could eat the things on his back.

At this time, the sound of flowing water was heard. Zhao Huanxi was also a little thirsty, so he walked towards the place where the water sounded. He saw a small waterfall in front of him and a pool of water made of large rocks below. Looking carefully, he saw several black things swimming around in the water.

Zhao Huanxi laughed out loud, "I didn't expect there are fish in this mountain. I'll catch some and make fish soup at home."