Wow, this rough-around-the-edges pregnant wife is something else, she's incredibly ruthless!

Meng Tong shook his head and said, "I'm not tired. Did you go deep into the mountains?"

"Hmm." Nodding, Lu Chuan replied, "We caught live chickens and rabbits."

"Father, is the rabbit still alive?"

When Lu Chuan mentioned rabbits, Lu He and Lu Yan's eyes lit up. The village chief's grandson used to have a rabbit that looked especially cute.

At that time, the two of them really hoped to have a rabbit of their own.

"Alive".

"Oh, that's great!" Lu Yan's face lit up with surprise. She stopped and turned to ask Meng Tong, "Mommy, can my sister and I keep a little rabbit?"

"Sure, but you'll have to feed it yourselves and take responsibility for it."

Meng Tong was willing to let them raise a rabbit; aside from anything else, it would be good to cultivate a sense of responsibility.

Lu He and Lu Yan nodded vigorously, then happily ran towards the wooden house.

Lu Chuan and Meng Tong followed behind.

They took out the little rabbit and placed it in Lu He and Lu Yan's arms. There was one left, and after thinking for a moment, Lu Chuan picked it up and placed it in Meng Tong's arms.

It's tiny, fluffy white, and looks incredibly cute.

Meng Tong swallowed back the words of refusal that were on the tip of her tongue.

Lu Chuan glanced at Meng Tong's gentle features with his dark eyes, and a smile appeared on his lips. He knew she liked him.

The mother and her two daughters were each holding a small rabbit and having a great time.

Lu Chuan was washing wild vegetables and wild eggs by the pool, preparing to make a vegetarian dish to cut through the greasiness.

Lu Chuan put the heated chicken and cooked rice aside to keep them warm, and started frying wild eggs and stir-frying wild vegetables.

In less than fifteen minutes, three dishes were laid out on the table. Although they weren't particularly lavish, they were all good with rice.

Lu Chuan served the rice without asking Meng Tong where it came from; he was content as long as he had something to eat.

After calling out twice towards the wooden house, the mother and her two daughters, who were having a great time, reluctantly put the little rabbit back under their basket and covered it up.

The family of four sat down around the table and began to eat breakfast. It was the first time Lu He and Lu Yan had ever eaten pure rice, and they were so moved that they almost cried.

"Mommy, the rice is so delicious and smells so good!"

"Then eat more."

Meng Tong cooked a whole pound, enough for his family of four no matter how they ate.

"When Yan'er grows up, she will definitely buy lots of rice for Daddy and Mommy, and we will eat rice every meal."

"Me too."

"Alright, alright, Mom and Dad are waiting for your rice."

Meng Tong chatted and laughed as she served wild eggs to the two of them, while Lu Chuan quietly served Meng Tong eggs as well.

We ate two-thirds of the rice and finished all the pheasant meat left over from last night.

Lu He and Lu Yan obediently followed Lu Chuan to the pond to wash the dishes, while Meng Tong tidied up the tables and chairs and did some light work, after all, she was a pregnant woman.

……

After breakfast, the family planned to go back to the village to check on the situation. If possible, Meng Tong wanted to go to the town. Putting aside other things, if they had any bricks or tiles, they would put some into their space so they could build a house once they were deep in the mountains.

As they descended the mountain along the path, Lu He and Lu Yan walked in front, Lu Chuan was at the back, and Meng Tong was in the middle.

Because it was faster to go down the mountain, the family arrived at the back of Old Lu's courtyard in less than half an hour.

"Mother, we're going to town today..."

"Shh, don't talk."

Meng Tong's calm eyes suddenly turned sharp, and Lu Chuan beside her immediately pulled Lu He and Lu Yan to his side.

The man exuded a chilling aura, his dark, deep eyes fixed on the man standing in the courtyard.

Lu Chuan didn't recognize this man, but Meng Tong did.

Zhu Laiwang from Zhujia Village.

What is he doing here? Moreover, Meng Tong could faintly hear a woman crying.

Are these defecting refugees bullying other civilians?

Meng Tong's sharp eyes narrowed slightly, a murderous glint flashing in them. It seemed that not killing him before was like letting a tiger return to the mountain.

Turning her head to look at Lu He and Lu Yan, who were huddled in Lu Chuan's arms, Meng Tong said in a low voice, "Take the children back along the mountain path and find a place to hide. I'll go in and see what's going on."

“No way,” Lu Chuan objected. “I’ll go; you guys go into the mountains.”

As he gripped the machete in his hand, Lu Chuan prepared to get up, but was trapped by Meng Tong's supernatural power.

"Miss..."

"Listen to me, I have a magical weapon that will protect me." Meng Tong was a man of his word, then snatched the machete from Lu Chuan's hand and swaggered towards the yard.

"Mother... um."

"Don't say anything, trust her."

Lu Chuan glanced at Meng Tong's back, then picked up the two children and returned along the path. The three of them hid behind a large tree that allowed them to see into the yard while also providing cover.

At that moment, Meng Tong had already arrived at the gate of the courtyard. She raised her machete and knocked on the door, and Zhu Laiwang and the others standing in the courtyard immediately became alert.

Zhu Laiwang narrowed his eyes slightly and gestured to his henchman to open the door.

"Brother Zhu, I..."

"go."

Glancing at the threat in Zhu Laiwang's eyes, the underling trembled as he walked toward the courtyard gate.

"Who!"

Meng Tong did not respond. She gripped the machete in her right hand, continuously concentrating her supernatural energy onto it, her eyes fixed on the courtyard gate.

She didn't have time to listen to their explanations; anyone who could associate with someone like Zhu Laiwang was no good.

Besides, there's nobody in the village, so she doesn't need to pretend.

Inside the courtyard, eight men stood together, each holding a long knife. Hearing no response from outside, Zhu Laiwang's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. He raised his chin to the henchman at the door and whispered, "Open the door."

Taking a deep breath with trembling hands, the younger brother shifted his feet, turned sideways, and gently opened the door. In that instant, a flying cleaver came straight at Zhu Laiwang.

Before I could even react, I felt my neck being slashed and then I fell straight backward.

Zhu Laiwang's throat was slit by a cleaver that Meng Tong controlled with his supernatural powers, and blood spurted out, splashing onto the others beside him.

Their eyes were wide open with fear as they stared at Zhu Laiwang, who was lying on the ground spitting blood, and at the cleavers swirling in the air. They wanted to run, but they couldn't.

The machete seemed to have a mind of its own, precisely slashing the throats of everyone present. In less than a minute, everyone standing in the courtyard was lying down, including the person who opened the door.

Meng Tong has no sympathy. Don't tell her that things can be salvaged. As the old saying goes, a leopard can't change its spots.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, Meng Tong walked in without changing her expression, while Lu Chuan, who saw this from behind the big tree, felt that his wife's fighting power was amazing.

Fairies are indeed different from ordinary people.

"Come on, let's go downstairs and find Mother."

Carrying Lu He and Lu Yan downstairs, Lu Chuan didn't enter the courtyard. After all, there were still two children, and he had to consider their ability to cope.

Inside the room, a young girl huddled in a corner, her face ashen. She had little clothing covering her, and her exposed skin was covered in bruises, making it easy to guess what she had been through.

Whether it was because he had become a mother or because he felt sorry for her, Meng Tong squatted down and pulled the girl into his arms.

She didn't say a word; she didn't need comfort, she needed support.

A woman's innocence is never hidden beneath her skirt.