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According to the original owner's memories, it should be the time between summer and autumn now, but there is not a single wild fruit to be seen in the mountains, which dashed the plan to pick some wild fruit to fill the stomach.

However, along the way, Zhou Wu occasionally saw many women digging for wild vegetables, and he understood what was going on.

"Yes, there must be plenty of wild fruit, but I just arrived late."

Zhou Wu is right. In this world, 90% of people are starving, and wild fruits, a gift from nature, have long been coveted.

Just as he was feeling disappointed, Zhou Wu's gaze was suddenly drawn to a red dot.

"This, this..."

Seemingly unable to believe it, Zhou Wu excitedly ran to the red dot.

"Holy crap, this is like ginseng."

Zhou Wu quickly covered his mouth, looked around, and only felt relieved when he found no one nearby. He then carefully began to dig with his bare hands.

When Zhou Wu carefully picked up the ginseng he had dug out, he was shocked once again.

"This plant is at least a hundred years old."

Zhou Wu really couldn't understand why the ginseng was still left behind when the women had already dug up all the wild vegetables in the mountains several times.

"It seems that none of the villagers had ever seen ginseng before, which is why some of them escaped the net."

Zhou Wu could only guess at that. He quickly and carefully put the ginseng into his pocket and sneaked back home. Only after locking the door did he breathe a sigh of relief.

After locking the gate, Zhou Wu leaned against it, took out the ginseng from his pocket, and examined it again and again, as if to verify once more that he was not dreaming.

"I wonder if ginseng is worth anything in this world. If it's not, that would be embarrassing, and all my excitement would have been for nothing."

Muttering to himself, it was getting late, so Zhou Wu could only wait until tomorrow to go to the city to ask around at a pharmacy.

“Gurgle~~~~”

"Damn it, I forgot about my trap."

After carefully hiding the ginseng, Zhou Wu hurriedly ran towards the back mountain.

The first trap remained untouched, so he quickly went to check the second one. Although it was also empty, the animal fur left at the scene delighted Zhou Wu, indicating that there had been animal activity there.

Then we came to the third trap. Before we even got close, we heard some noise. It was obvious that something was "throwing around".

Zhou Wu didn't dare to approach rashly. He found a tree branch nearby and poked at the pit from a distance. The thing inside was startled and struggled even more vigorously, revealing its shape.

"Haha, pheasant, what good luck!"

When Zhou Wu came down from the mountain, he couldn't stop smiling. Of the five traps, three of them yielded results: a rabbit and two pheasants.

As Zhou Wu happened to pass by a lotus pond, he realized that he didn't even have proper cooking utensils at home, so he broke off a few lotus leaves and took them home.

Back home, the hunger pangs in his stomach made Zhou Wu speed up his work.

Slaughter the chicken, remove its internal organs, clean it thoroughly, wrap it in lotus leaves, cover it with yellow mud, and throw it into a burning fire. Then leave the rest to time.

Zhou Wu is doing nothing but squatting by the fire, eagerly waiting for the beggar's chicken to be ready.

Without a cell phone or watch, and unable to accurately tell the time, Zhou Wu could only wait until the firewood in the bonfire had burned out before he used a wooden stick to pick out the mud lump.

He picked up a stone from the side and smashed it onto the mud, which cracked open because the mud had already been hardened by the fire.

"Boiling, boiling, it's so hot."

He was so hungry that Zhou Wu didn't care that his hands were burning. He cleaned off the dirt, opened the lotus leaf, and a strong aroma of meat wafted out.

. . . . .

"Hey you old geezer, what are you doing, always fussing over and over? Can't you sleep?"

"Damn it, whose family actually had meat today? It smells so good."

"I'm telling you, old man, you're probably craving meat like crazy. Who would dare eat meat during holidays or festivals?"

"Hmph, smell it carefully. Do you think I'd mistake the aroma of this meat?"

"It really is him. Who is this? Does he not want to live a good life? Wasteful son, ptooey."

Although it was just getting dark, there wasn't much entertainment in the countryside at night, so everyone went to bed early. However, because of Zhou Wu's beggar's chicken, most of the villagers couldn't sleep peacefully tonight.

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The next morning, Zhou Wu looked refreshed, having had a good night's sleep thanks to a hearty meal the night before.

Because he was going to the city to sell ginseng, Zhou Wu got up very early. He remembered that Old Zhang from the village would drive a mule cart to the city to deliver goods every day, so Zhou Wu waited at the village entrance early, hoping to hitch a ride.

"Master Zhang."

"Hey, Scholar Zhou, good morning."

Zhou Wu's ancestors were all government employees, and although they have declined now, Zhou Wu was still an educated man from a young age. Although he was not exactly a man of great talent, he could easily pass the imperial examination to become a scholar.

"Mr. Zhang, can I hitch a ride?"

"Come up."

Old Zhang's family owns a mule cart, which is practically a status symbol for the richest family in this poor and remote village, much like owning a Santana in the 1990s.

So Old Zhang would collect mountain produce and vegetables from the villagers every day and then deliver them to restaurants in the city. Therefore, relatively speaking, Old Zhang was the most knowledgeable person in the village.

"Giddy up!"

The county town isn't far, but it's still about 30 li away. If you walk, it will take at least half a day, but if you take a mule cart, it will only take half an hour at most.

"Scholar Zhou, it's rare to see you out. Is there something going to town?"

"I haven't been out for a long time, let's go for a walk."

Zhou Wu moved to the village where he now lives after his father's generation. Although he held official positions, he was basically at the lower level. Therefore, he and his father were charitable and had a good relationship with the village. Moreover, the entire Zhou family held official positions, and although they had declined, they were still considered officials by the ordinary people.

"It's good to go out and explore. Young people should broaden their horizons; they can't always stay at home."

Old Zhang really liked Zhou Wu, after all, he was a scholar and didn't have the arrogance of other scholars.

"What Master Zhang says is true. It seems like Master Zhang didn't have much work to do today."

Zhou Wu glanced at the goods on the mule cart; there were only some mountain products, much less than he had seen before.

"Alas, in recent years the imperial court has been fighting wars and has increased taxes considerably. No family has had a good harvest. They can only rely on the game hunted by hunters in the nearby villages and some mountain products gathered by the villagers."

Old Zhang sighed. He seemed to be doing well in the village, but because he had no son, his wife and three daughters all depended on him for food. In reality, they only had two thin meals a day, maybe a little thicker than other families. Moreover, the mule that pulled the cart ate more expensive food than people, so he didn't earn much, and most of his income went to feeding the mule.