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

She lay in the shed, and when she turned her head, she could see the old man's grave. Should she be grateful to her eldest granddaughter? Fortunately, she was there, otherwise the two of them would have been left to rot in the wilderness.

Inside the shed, before half a day had passed, the old woman closed her eyes forever.

She has come to the end of her despicable life!

Xia Fuxi looked at her quietly, feeling no sadness at all. She had felt the same way when she saw her grandfather's body; only shock, no grief. Perhaps it was the cold-heartedness of the Xia family, passed down through generations.

The old bachelor dug a pit and put the person in, along with the clothes and bedding she brought.

He didn't want anything except farm tools.

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"Let's go!" After finishing his work, he called everyone to leave.

"Ah."

Bathed in the afterglow, the two strolled back to their cave...

Besides two farm tools, Xia Laoda only carried half a bucket of water; he carried the farm tools for self-defense.

He'd always been timid, and everything that's happened lately had been beyond his control. He hadn't broken down, simply because he knew that if he did, he'd die here.

Even going into these mountains is something I've never dared to do in my life.

Fortunately, he had a tinderbox to start a fire and provide light, which gave him the courage to spend the night there and a sense of security.

I walked cautiously, constantly looking for grass roots. My stomach was growling with hunger, and I only dared to sip water when I was extremely thirsty.

Fortunately, they gave him a tattered garment to cover the wooden tub; otherwise, the water would have dried out in the sun.

The mountains were eerily quiet and eerily barren. But there was one good thing: there were no animals, so he didn't have to worry about snakes, insects, rodents, or any wild beasts that might suddenly appear. He left with relative peace of mind.

Under the scorching sun, we walked and stopped frequently.

Which way to go is entirely based on intuition.

"what!"

Seeing a lot of flies buzzing around, he curiously came over to take a look. That one glance was enough to give him nightmares all night.

He realized that what was attracting the flies was his youngest son.

"Help! Help!"

Xia Laoda's shouts sounded particularly shrill in the silent mountain forest. His legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Why does he have to face this kind of thing again and again? Is God deliberately messing with him?

Where are my parents?

Why is Fugui here? How did he die?

He ran and cried, wanting to run farther, farther away...

Old Xia dragged his weary body, struggling forward through the mountains and forests. He didn't know how long he had walked, how far he had gone, or even where he was.

He felt his strength waning and his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred.

He stopped and sat down under a dead tree.

Is he going to die? I'm so dizzy. Sitting here, I really want to lie down.

He couldn't understand why Fugui had died tragically in the deep mountains, and why he hadn't seen his parents. Had they abandoned Fugui, or had they encountered danger in the mountains?

If it was dangerous, why didn't we see my parents' bodies? Besides, there aren't even rats in these mountains, so where would the danger come from?

In any case, both of his sons are gone!

Xia Laoda's heart was breaking; he was so dehydrated that he couldn't shed a single tear. He had considered ending his own life, but he didn't have the courage.

"It's better to live a miserable life than to die," he cried, putting down his sickle, drinking a few mouthfuls of water, and stuffing a few grass roots into his mouth.

After resting for a while and feeling better, I got up and continued on my way.

He wasn't really that concerned about whether his son was dead or alive; he just couldn't bear to see a corpse. He was afraid of other people's bodies too.

There wasn't a single person around to keep him company and give him courage.

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Xia Dayu walked on and on, stopping frequently. To be honest, there was no shortage of grass roots in the deep mountains. He chewed the bitter grass roots listlessly, feeling like he was almost evolving into a blade of grass himself. Right now, what he lacked most was water.

The water the village begged for wasn't even enough for one meal. He had to conserve it, taking only a few sips a day, especially in the heat. Every organ in his body was screaming, "Water! Water!"

His obsession with water reached its peak.

Where is the water?

I licked my chapped lips, the skin scraping my tongue raw.

Hang in there, Xia Dayu, hang in there, there will definitely be water in these mountains.

Animals are very perceptive; along the way, besides mosquitoes and flies, he hadn't seen a single living creature. This meant they couldn't survive here. Why? Because there was no water.

He's just fooling himself.

Despair gradually filled my heart.

He kept hesitating about whether to end his own life, like Fugui, and become a ghost in these desolate mountains. Yet, time and again, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

He truly hated his own cowardice and wished someone would stab him, even if it meant suffering like this.

Xia Laoda's willpower was gradually eroded. He spent more and more time sitting down and less and less time traveling. Perhaps he had given up on himself and no longer wanted to fight.

Why are there two graves here? Was this desolate mountain once inhabited? Sitting on the grave mound, I couldn't move an inch.

"That's great, at least you'll have a pit after you die." He was actually a little envious of the people in the pit.

"father!"

Is someone calling him?

Xia Dayu slightly opened his eyes. He was a little dizzy and couldn't see the people in front of him clearly.

The old bachelor standing to the side was cursing under his breath, glaring at Boss Xia as if he wanted to stab a hole through him.

Are the Xia family members sick? The world is so big, why are they all rushing to the deep mountains? Are they going to welcome Xia Yaozu and Xia Fugui, those two scoundrels, in a couple of days?

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

"Water, water..." Xia Dayu murmured softly.

Xia Fuxi quickly pulled the water bag off the old bachelor's waist, opened it, and poured it into his mouth.

Xia Dayu drank the water greedily, filling his water bag completely. He still seemed unsatisfied, his mouth slightly open as if he wanted more.

Xia Fuxi was also in a dilemma. Now another father had come along. What should he do?

"Leave the person in this shed; do not bring them back to the cave."

Before she could speak, the old bachelor gave the order.

Old Lady Xia has given him a psychological trauma; from now on, no one can stay in his cave.

"Ah."

Not long after drinking the water, Xia Laoda's consciousness cleared up a little. He opened his eyes and saw that it was his eldest daughter. A complicated emotion welled up in his heart.

He, the eldest son of the Xia family, is now just like the dead second son—a money-losing burden.

"Fuxi, what are you doing here?" he asked weakly.

“I moved here as soon as the drought started. Dad, how did you find me? Yaozu, where are Fugui?”

"They're all dead."

He's dead! Good riddance!

The old bachelor was finally relieved, and no more troublemakers came.

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