I traveled back to ancient times, but I was able to lie down and relax.

Liu Sirou chattered away as she ran around her two older brothers and sister.

Liu Yanxi followed carefully, saying, "Don't run too fast, be careful not to fall!" like a worried old mother.

The place they were going to was familiar; it was the stream where Liu Nanjia and her two siblings roasted rabbits and ate when they first transmigrated.

It was the place that Liu Nanjia thought of as soon as he came up with the idea of ​​a picnic.

On the way, Liu Sirou's little mouth never stopped, "Sister, sister, isn't that honeysuckle? We picked it."

A moment later, she saw nettles again and, like a little adult, warned Song Chen, "Brother Chen, don't touch this grass, it will cause rashes. We used to pick it to sell for money, and my sister's hand took a long time to heal."

Song Chen didn't quite understand what Liu Nanjia was up to today; it was just the mountain near the village, a place they had been to countless times before. Seeing Liu Sirou's expression, however, he seemed to understand something.

Does the same scenery evoke different feelings when viewed from different perspectives?

If Liu Nanjia knew what Song Chen was thinking, she'd probably laugh and say, "Kid, you're overthinking it. I just wanted you to go out, see the scenery, and relax."

However, this statement is indeed true. When she first arrived, she had no time to think about what was beautiful on the mountain; all her thoughts were focused on finding medicinal herbs that could be sold. This was completely different from her current state of mind when strolling through a tourist attraction.

Along the way, Liu Nanjia picked some small flowers and made a flower wreath for Liu Sirou to wear on her head. The little girl was so happy that she didn't want to take it off all day and even kept it in her room when she got home.

In the end, Liu Nanjia saw that she really liked it, so he added some more things and made it into dried flowers, which he hung on their door.

Seeing Liu Yanxi following Liu Sirou ahead, Liu Nanjia approached Song Chen and asked, "Hey, don't you know kung fu? Have you ever hunted?"

She had seen many of those noble young men in TV dramas and novels, who were often enthusiastic about horse racing, hunting, and so on. There were even emperors leading them to royal hunting grounds, where they would rank the top three.

Song Chen nodded: "We have fought. Horsemanship and archery are also among the Six Arts of a Gentleman. They are all taught in the academy. Moreover, my family has always been military families. If we don't have some skills, we will be laughed at."

When he was a child, he spent most of his time studying and wasn't very good at it, so he was often ridiculed. After that incident, his mother stopped restricting his martial arts practice.

"Oh, bullying really does happen everywhere," Liu Nanjia murmured.

As they walked and talked, Song Chen did feel much better. For Liu Nanjia and the other two, this mountain used to be the place where they made a living.

Whether it was gathering herbs to sell for money a few months ago, or picking wild vegetables and chopping firewood even earlier, coming here meant working.

Song Chen's memories of this place are even more tragic; it was the place where he was on the verge of death.

However, Song Chen glanced at Liu Nanjia beside him. Fortunately, he met her. Not only did she save his life, but his originally desperate heart gradually recovered during this time.

Just then, Song Chen heard some movement in the bushes and called out to the three siblings over there: "Wait, there seems to be something there."

The others didn't have Song Chen's hearing as good, and they were somewhat puzzled, but they all stopped anyway.

After things quieted down, Song Chen felt the sound was clearer; it was coming from the bushes ahead.

Liu Nanjia remembered the first meat she ate after arriving, that roasted rabbit. Had she found another rabbit?

It would be good to bake it again later. She has all the equipment today, so it will definitely taste much better than last time.

While Liu Nanjia was still thinking about how to roast the rabbit, she saw Song Chen walk into the bushes with his dagger.

Then, she came out carrying a fluffy little animal.

It has light grayish-white fur, and it's very small; it's still a cub.

The three siblings all crowded around. "Is this... a dog?" Liu Nanjia asked.

Judging from its appearance, it looks a lot like the puppy she had seen before, and it's quite cute.

But how did a puppy end up here? And judging by its appearance, it probably hasn't been born for very long.

Ever since her younger sister's accident at home, Liu Nanjia had been wanting to get a dog to guard the house. She even asked Aunt Wang to inquire about dogs, but she hadn't been able to find a suitable one yet.

That's true. The villagers are all very poor. They barely have enough to eat for themselves, let alone extra food to feed dogs.

Raising chickens, pigs, or donkeys is all about making money, so what's the point of raising a cat or dog?

So, Aunt Wang still hasn't been able to get it for her.

The little creature in Song Chen's arms had its eyes tightly closed and looked very weak; only the whimpering sounds coming from its mouth indicated that it was still alive.

Liu Nanjia stepped forward to check and found no obvious wounds on his body.

"What's wrong with this little thing? It doesn't look injured. Is it hungry?"

Song Chen wasn't quite sure either. "Maybe? Do you want to keep it? But it's probably not a dog here, maybe it's a wolf?"

He knew that Liu Nanjia had always wanted to raise a dog, but he couldn't help but worry. After all, the chances of a puppy appearing in these mountains were really slim; it would make more sense if it were a wolf.