A Happy Event in a Farming Family: Marrying a Hunter

"Sister, those two kids are so cute."

"How could my children not be adorable?" Yun Luo said with some pride, completely unaware that deep down she already considered the two children as her own.

She counted the money, looked up and said, "Didn't I swindle two taels of silver from Grandma last time? Xiao Jie, talk to your mother and ask her to lend me some. Qin Zheng's family has nothing, and I need to buy some things."

Yun Shaojie's gaze darted away. "The money, I've used it."

Used it?

Two taels of silver is enough for a family to live on for more than half a year. It's just the mother and Xiao Jie. How could they possibly have used it all up?

Yun Luo looked at him and suddenly realized something, "The old hag stole it?"

Yun Shaojie nodded, somewhat helplessly.

“You heartless old hag, if I had known, I would have pretended to be more serious and swindled more money from her. Here’s ten coins for you to take and buy some coarse rice. Mother, you’re soft-hearted, so you’ll be the one making decisions at home. Don’t have any direct conflicts with the old hag, or you’ll be the ones who suffer. Once we have some money, I’ll build you a house and you can move out.”

Right now, she is willing but unable to do anything about it.

"Don't worry, I understand. If we can't fight head-on, we'll resort to underhanded tactics. My father cares about his reputation, so he hasn't done anything to us openly. But I'm worried about my brother-in-law..."

"Don't overthink it. I'll probably find out later. Watch the house for me for a bit, I'm going out for a while." Yun Luo said, slinging a small basket over her shoulder and turning to leave.

She couldn't stay still. She wanted to pick wild vegetables to cook for her child, and she also wanted to go out and find out some information. It was better than sitting at home and waiting to die.

But when Yunluo arrived in the field and stood on the empty ridge, she couldn't help but sigh that she had been too optimistic.

Life was hard for the people in the countryside. Everything that could be dug up had been dug up, so she turned her attention to the mountain behind the village.

The air on the mountain was humid, the forest was quite dense, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of pine needles. If she listened carefully, she could even hear some plants whispering.

When Yunluo inquired about the situation in the mountains, she quickly discovered that she could not hear all the plants talking. For example, if there were three plants together, she might be able to understand one of them, or she might not be able to understand any of them.

Could it be that there are dialects?

Yunlu didn't dwell on it. A jujube tree told her that birds flew in from the deep mountains in the morning. They said that although there were wild animals in the deep mountains, no one had been killed yet.

She felt a little relieved.

When she picks wild vegetables, she picks only the parts that cannot communicate with her, which is also her way of giving back to them.

After searching through the forest, Yunluo gathered about half a basket of wild vegetables.

She found shepherd's purse, lamb's quarters, and even a wild mushroom, shiitake, in a low-lying area.

These things grow in shady places. Yunluo found a small clump and followed the path. Sure enough, there were many more. After picking most of the wild mushrooms in this area, Yunluo picked a leaf and covered the basket with it, then went back satisfied.

It's strange, though. The back hill is only a small area. When she came up, she saw that the wild vegetables on the other side of the hill had been picked almost completely, but this area seemed deserted.

She was in a hurry to get back and didn't think much of it.

On the way back, passing by a stream, Yunlu washed the vegetables. The water in ancient times was clear and clean, almost like a mountain spring. After cleaning up, the sun was setting.

By now, the sparrow that helped her gather information should be back, right?

Yunlu picked up the basket and caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of her eye. The figure had a pale face, wore a blue overcoat, and was very thin. Judging from his attire, he was from the village, but his demeanor was quite different from that of the men in the village.

Having seen so many burly men these past few days, she vaguely thought this man was a bit effeminate at first glance.

Moreover, it looks familiar.

The man was taken aback, seemingly not expecting to see Yun Luo. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Little Luo!"

Xiao Luo?

Why are you calling me so affectionately?

A strange feeling arose in Yun Luo's heart, stemming from the original owner's true nature.

There seemed to be a touch of bitterness.

She felt a little dizzy, and after taking a closer look at the man standing in front of her, she suddenly realized who it was. It was that scoundrel of a scholar! No wonder he looked familiar.