A peasant girl with a special ability uses herself and two wolves to escape famine!

After being cut off from water and food, Xia Dayu barely escaped with his life and finally made it back to Xiajia Village.

Upon reaching the village entrance, he was overcome with emotion and tears welled up in his eyes. Thank goodness, he was finally home!

This journey has been so difficult!

Upon reaching the center of the village, he begged and pleaded, refusing to leave, until he finally received a small bowl of water. After drinking it, seeing that he intended to go home, they didn't stop him. Xia Yaozu's body was still at Old Xia's house.

It was only right for Xia Laoda to go home and collect his son's body. Besides, they had already retrieved the lock from his gate; he could get in.

Xia Dayu just wanted to go home and sleep for a day and a night. He should still have some food left for his son, right? He'd eat something and then rest immediately. His plan was perfect.

When he arrived at the gate of his own yard, before he even opened the door, he smelled a stench.

Oh no! Why does it smell so bad?

Is Yaozu taking a dump in the yard? Well, he can't go to the outhouse.

The thought of the yard full of excrement made Xia Laoda feel utterly disgusted. Once he caught his breath, he'd take Yaozu to stay at the bachelor's house; he didn't want to clean up after that.

Hold your breath and open the courtyard gate...

My goodness!

The scene before him nearly scared Xia Laoda to death; he immediately knelt on the ground. Without even closing the door, he crawled out, crying as he went. He finally managed to stand up and ran desperately towards the center of the village.

"Uncle! Yaozu is gone! Yaozu is gone!"

What's all the fuss about? Everyone knows Xia Yaozu is gone.

Seeing Xia Laoda with tears and snot streaming down his face, the old folks sighed, "He's still our own son, no matter what, we still have feelings for him."

"If you leave, he'll be the only one left who can't move. Wouldn't that be terrible?"

Boss Xia: ...

Yes, didn't I guess my son wouldn't survive when I left? Maybe I didn't expect him to see this, and I can't get over this hurdle in my heart. I'm unwilling to admit that I killed him.

They didn't mention the despicable things Xia Yaozu had done. Firstly, they didn't want to argue with Xia Yaozu's father; his whole family were scoundrels and annoying. Secondly, since he was already dead, there was no point in talking about his faults.

Everything from the past, like his life, has vanished with the wind!

"What should we do, Uncle!"

Boss Xia is completely at a loss right now. He was lucky to survive, he was scared to death just now!

Damn it, I'm not saying this, but Yaozu is just too pitiful!

Thinking about it, tears streamed down his face uncontrollably. He never wanted to go back to that house again in his life; who the hell would dare live there!

Xia Laowu rolled his eyes at him; that was a really funny question.

"He's your son, what does that have to do with us? You're asking us what to do? How would we know! Go, go, go back quickly and bury your son, we're very busy."

"Uncle, please, please help me bury Yaozu, okay?" Xia Dayu pleaded.

He was scared; he dared not go in again, for it would kill him!

The old men glared at him. Was Xia Dayu even speaking human language? His son, and they were here to bury him? What right did they have?

"I don't have time, get lost, or I'll beat you up!"

Xia Laowu raised his fist fiercely.

Boss Xia: ...

His son is dead and can't be laid to rest. He's afraid he'll be struck by lightning, and even more afraid that his son will cry his heart out to him in the middle of the night, which will drive him crazy! But if you ask him to do it, he wouldn't dare even if you beat him to death!

After much pleading and cajoling, they still couldn't get any help from others. It wasn't that they were unwilling to help, but rather, they were afraid! Everyone has a heart, and everyone has their limits. Besides, they were somewhat guilty; after all, they were the ones who killed the person.

Seeing that they really refused to get involved, Xia had no choice but to leave first. He couldn't go home, so he went to the old bachelor's courtyard to stay temporarily.

When he arrived, he found that the house had been completely emptied by him at some point, leaving nothing but a few bundles of firewood. As for the other houses, the old men all had the keys; they wouldn't give them to him.

He went to the well again, only to find it dry and the muddy water gone. Filled with despair, Xia Laoda thought he might really die in Xiajia Village. No, he had to go deep into the mountains to find a way to survive.

They returned to the center of the village and begged desperately. The old man, feeling guilty towards Xia Yaozu, gave him a small bucket of water and a tinderbox.

He forced himself to return home, grabbed two farm tools, closed the gate, and ran away!

Emma, ​​I was so scared I almost died.

Carrying water and other items, he made his way up the mountain.

Fleeing the famine was a dead end, and staying in the village was also a dead end, so he decided to go up the mountain. He was willing to die in the mountains; it didn't matter where he died, at least he had tried.

Old Man Xia and Old Woman Xia were in much worse health than Xia Fugui. Before they even found a water source, the two old folks couldn't hold on any longer and fell ill deep in the mountains. Xia Fugui couldn't possibly carry two people alone, let alone with all that baggage.

Watching the two elderly people who had to rest after walking only a few steps, my initial worry gradually turned into impatience.

At this rate, it would take them forever to find water, and everyone would die of thirst.

"Grandpa, Grandma, please hurry! We only have so little water left. If we can't find it soon, we'll all die here."

Old Man Xia watched his second grandson's attitude gradually change, and his heart sank. Coldness can be hereditary. This grandson wasn't much better than his eldest son at heart.

He misjudged the situation. His previous honesty was just an illusion, as was his filial piety.

Perhaps, the hopeless natural disaster prematurely awakened his true nature.

Old Man Xia sighed. It was over. He and his wife were probably going to die here.

Grandma Xia pursed her lips. She wasn't blind; she knew her second grandson was about to explode. At this moment, she dared not throw a tantrum. She was willing to bet that if she started yelling, the brat would abandon them and leave immediately.

With my old arms and legs, how could I possibly catch up with him?

At this moment, both of them, feeling disliked, chose to silently endure it. They had probably never felt so stifled in their lives.

Xia Fugui complained about their slowness for the nth time, and they remained silent. Only then did he belatedly realize that his grandparents, who were usually like local tyrants, had become mute and the punching bags.

He, on the contrary, became the most assertive one in the family.

He was overwhelmed with mixed feelings. If he hadn't ended up in this situation, he might have been suppressed by them for the rest of his life.

Knowing they wouldn't dare to yell at him, Xia Fugui became even more confident, speaking louder and harsher, even cursing them several times as old fogies and burdens, expressing all sorts of disdain and accusations.

Old Man Xia's temples throbbed. He wasn't going to put up with this any longer. He figured he wouldn't take care of them anyway if he collapsed, so what was the point? Watching his eldest grandson walk ahead, he reached for the sickle hanging at his waist…

Completely unaware of the situation, Xia Fugui put down his luggage, intending to rest for a while. He sat on the ground, still muttering curses under his breath...

Old Man Xia swung his sickle at the back of his head...

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