Sisters in the Deep Forest Valley: Many Fun Things

The cart had a row of seats that could comfortably accommodate four people.

She immediately sat in the middle, squeezing the two sisters into a corner.

Lin Chunyi and Lin Lanshan didn't want to argue with an old man over such a trivial matter, so they squeezed to the other side and just let it go.

Once the old woman was settled, she spoke in an unfriendly tone:

“Young Master Zhou, my Yaozu is a scholar. It’s an honor for you to ride in your oxcart. Why are you running so fast? If you delay me from delivering things to Yaozu and hinder his studies for the high-ranking official exam, how will you compensate me!”

Uncle Zhou thought to himself:

Your son isn't my son. Even if he brings honor to his ancestors, can he possibly do so to my ancestors? You always try to use these same few sentences to avoid paying for the bus fare!

"Aunt Huang, you haven't paid the fare yet..."

I don't want to waste any more words with her.

The old woman, Huang Pozi, turned pale and said with displeasure:

"Zhou boy, my Yaozu is a scholar. All you ever talk about is money, money, money! You farmers are all just greedy and short-sighted!"

Uncle Zhou just watched her and didn't drive the carriage.

She muttered a few curses under her breath, then reluctantly took out some copper coins from the cloth bag in her sleeve and gave them to Uncle Zhou.

"Old woman, I toil in the fields for a living, but I can still count a few copper coins! You still have three coins? If you don't want to take the carriage, then get off. Take the money!"

After Uncle Zhou finished speaking, he tried to return the money to her.

There are only two people who travel between Luoxia Town and the county seat: Uncle Zhou and Old Man Yang, who lives in the town.

Old Yang was getting on in years and only occasionally drove the carriage, and even then he was unsteady and swaying.

Old Mrs. Huang naturally understood, her face stiffened, and then she grumbled as she pulled out three coins to make up the difference.

"Here you go! I'm just old and my eyesight isn't good, but I won't skimp on your fare. Hurry up and catch your ride, or I'll be late delivering something to Yaozu, and you'll be sorry."

Uncle Huang didn't want to argue with this old woman and waste his time.

He shouted:

"Everyone sit down!"

So they set off in the oxcart.

Lin Chunyi and Lin Lanshan could only stare in disbelief, becoming a special kind of audience member.

I secretly regretted that I couldn't watch this drama unfold while enjoying the show.

Old Mrs. Huang seemed to have nowhere to vent her anger at having spent money, and her eyes swept over the other people on the cart.

The wives of the Yang family, the Wang family, and the Zhang family were all from the same village.

Oh, a new face.

The two teenage girls were tightly clutching large baskets to their legs, hiding something precious inside, which they were covering up so well.

She laughed like a wolf in sheep's clothing, looking at the two sisters and saying:

"Where did these two beautiful little girls come from? Which village are they from? I've never seen them before."

They were just watching the drama unfold, why did they suddenly switch their focus?

Lin Chunyi snapped out of her reverie and replied with a smile:

"We're from the next village, and this is our first time going to the county town."

When Old Lady Huang saw that the girl answered honestly, and that they were just two mud-covered kids who had never even been to the county town, looking simple-minded and easy to manipulate.

Then, adopting the airs of an elder, he said sternly:

"Where did this little girl come from? How come she doesn't know how to greet her elders? Doesn't she have any manners?"

???

The two sisters had never met anyone like this in real life, and for a moment they didn't know what to say.

Why is this old woman firing off shots all over the map? They're just two bystanders.

Alright, after reading so many novels, it's finally her turn to deal with this kind of person.

She mentally prepared countless ways to retaliate, rubbing her hands together, ready to unleash a fierce attack.

Before he could even open his mouth to retort, the old woman Huang very naturally reached out her hand and said:

"Two tattered bamboo baskets, covered with a piece of cloth—what are these things that are so valuable? Let this old woman see them too!"

The two sisters did not stop it.

Lin Lanshan said expressionlessly:

"Watch out!"

Before she could finish speaking, Granny Huang lifted the cloth, peeked over, and was so frightened that her face turned pale.

She stammered:

"What's in your baskets...?"

"Grandma, be careful, these arrows of ours are coated with a sleeping potion..."

Lin Chunyi added a sentence.

It turned out that what Granny Huang saw when she peeked over was a bow and several arrows standing upright.

The sharp, pointed arrow seemed about to pierce her eyes.

Hearing that it was poisonous, she quickly pulled her head back. Still somewhat angry, she snapped:

"How could you two girls carry such dangerous things on your person? You almost hurt me! Are you trying to murder me for money? Zhou boy, how could you let such dangerous people ride in the car? Get them off! If anything happens to me, my Yaozu will definitely not let you off the hook!"

Uncle Zhou heard the arrow, turned around and glanced at it, but didn't say anything, and continued driving his cart.

She looks like a hunter's daughter; no wonder she can travel such a long distance alone at such a young age.

The three older sisters also craned their necks to look at their baskets from afar.

The two sisters were speechless at the old woman's baseless accusations.

Lin Lanshan covered herself with the cloth and said sarcastically:

"Old lady, you can't control yourself, you can't control yourself. Do you think we can? My sister and I are hunters. We don't hunt with bows and arrows. Do you think we can persuade them with your foul mouth? Oh, and you don't seem to be able to control your ears either. My sister said it was a sleeping potion! What poison! Why don't you say it's arsenic on this?! And you're trying to kill me for money—trying to steal those three coins you almost managed to get away with?"

Lin Chunyi calmly continued her sister's words, saying:

"Grandma, these arrows won't just fly out and hurt people. You'd better watch your hands and eyes. How will your precious Yaozu survive if no one brings him things?"

As the two sisters continued their endless chatter, Old Lady Huang's face turned a variety of colors.

She withdrew her hands and head, and stopped speaking.

The three older sisters seemed quite interested. Sister Yang asked:

"You're only ten years old and you're already hunting in the mountains? That's amazing, the mountains are so dangerous."

Lin Chunyi smiled lightly, her lips pursed, after being praised:

“Our ancestors were hunters, and we learned some basic skills from a young age, which allowed us to make a living in the mountains.”

For a moment, their exclamations rose and fell.

"You know martial arts? Can you fly over rooftops and scale walls?"

"Sister Yang asked excitedly."

"It can't be called martial arts; I only know a little bit of fist and footwork, enough to barely protect myself."

Lin Lanshan felt a little proud, but she tried to suppress her smile and spoke calmly.

Sister Wang chimed in, "So, do you usually hunt with bows and arrows?"

Sister Zhang rolled her eyes at Sister Wang and said:

"What you're saying is nonsense. They're carrying a bow and arrows, of course they're using them to hunt."

He then turned back to the two sisters and asked:

"Can you shoot an arrow through a willow leaf from a hundred paces like the storyteller described? Is this how you shoot arrows?"

Sister Zhang was practically dancing with joy, gesturing as if she were drawing a bow and shooting an arrow.