Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

Zhao Lian looked at the cave. The bottom of the wall was a bit round, and unless she dug a hole in the side, she would never be able to climb up.

But I'm short, so I can only dig down to the bottom, not up. Calling for help is impossible, and those people are probably all back for dinner by now.

If no one hears, it's a waste of energy. Thinking of this, Zhao Lian couldn't help but feel discouraged.

Suddenly, Zhao Lian had a flash of inspiration: since there were wood ear mushrooms here, could there also be mushrooms?

Zhao Lian recalled the time-travel novels she used to read, where if you fell into a cave, you'd often find mushrooms or other things.

Since she couldn't get up there anytime soon, Zhao Lian began to carefully examine the cave to see if there were any fungi.

Indeed, the novel was not lying, because the cave was covered with grass, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, and the soil was relatively damp.

She actually found some fungi, and she recognized them herself – they were termite mushrooms.

Near the cave wall, on the ground, there were many rotten branches and leaves, with about a dozen termite mushrooms growing on them. Zhao Lian hadn't noticed them earlier because of the dim light.

With a small success, Zhao Lian was pleasantly surprised and carefully searched around, eventually finding more than a dozen more flowers.

However, they were quite small, just starting to grow, only about the size of an egg. Zhaolian picked all the mushrooms and put them into her basket.

At this moment, Zhao Lian finally came up with a solution: she would try to move these wooden stakes onto the wall.

In other words, she has to either pull up these wooden stakes or cut them down and then chisel them into the wall; that's the only possibility right now.

Only by carving this wooden stake into the cave wall can one possibly climb up.

Zhao Lian took the machete down and tentatively shook it, finding that the wooden stakes were still usable. They could still support her weight of several dozen kilograms.

Zhao Lian found it difficult to shake the wooden stake, estimating that it was buried quite deep.

There's only one possibility right now, and that's that we have to cut it down. Zhao Lian looked at the cave wall and estimated it to be three meters high.

If you carve a piece about 60 centimeters long, you'll need at least four or five pieces to attach to the cave wall to climb up.

Without delay, Zhao Lian picked up a machete and started chopping at the wooden stake. Luckily, she had eaten some flatbread earlier, so she had some strength now.

Soon, Zhao Lian chopped down three, then rested for a while, drank some water, and continued chopping.

She chopped down five stakes before stopping, and the sky slowly darkened.

Judging that it would be almost dark in a little over an hour, Zhao Lian knew she had to speed things up.

She sat down to rest for a while, then picked up the wooden stake and began to tap the pointed end against the cave wall.

Because the cave walls were relatively damp, and the wooden stake had a pointed end, Zhaolian didn't have to exert much effort.

Zhao Lian chose to arrange the sticks in an alternating pattern so that she could use them for leverage and quickly finished the third stick.

By the fourth one, it became a bit more difficult because the soil on top was harder and it took more effort to knock it down, but Zhaolian did not give up.

She took a sip of water and rested for a while, then continued, finally finishing the last one. Zhao Lian had exhausted almost all her strength.

She carefully climbed down, put on her basket, gathered her belongings, and prepared to slowly climb back up.

As she prepared to climb up, she glanced at the wooden stakes and a sudden look of worry crossed her mind.

If someone were to accidentally fall into this hole and land on these wooden stakes, they could be killed.

Now that she knew, she couldn't allow such a thing to happen. With that thought, Zhao Lian picked up a machete and chopped down the remaining wooden stakes before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

By the time she climbed to the ground, it was almost dark. While she could still see the road, she followed it back to the place where the wild thorns grew.

He hurriedly picked a small handful of thistles and put them back in his basket. Then he quickly found the path down the mountain and prepared to go down.

Suddenly, Zhao Lian noticed a middle-aged man coming down from the mountain. It was dark, and she didn't know who he was.

Zhao Lian panicked and quickly sped up.

Suddenly, the other person shouted, "Hey, little girl, don't run down the mountain, you'll fall."

This sentence reminded Zhao Lian that it is said that going up the mountain is easy but going down is difficult. If she is not careful, she may roll down the mountain and lose her life.

Luckily, Zhao Lian brought the car to a steady stop. At that moment, the middle-aged man also got out of the car.

Upon seeing Zhao Lian, he immediately smiled and said, "Whose child is this? It's Zhao Lian!"

Upon hearing the other person say her name, Zhao Lian looked at him and realized that it was Yang the hunter from the village.

This hunter, surnamed Yang, was probably in his thirties. He was strong and wiry, with a dark complexion and a full beard.

Zhao Lian looked at the two pheasants that the hunter Yang was carrying and was immediately filled with envy.

Zhao Lian looked puzzled: "Uncle Yang, why are you so late getting back too!"

Hunter Yang waved the pheasant in his hand and said with a smile, "I'm so late waiting for it to come home."

Seeing Zhao Lian's puzzled expression, Hunter Yang explained that he knew where the pheasant's nest was and had observed it several times.

But the chickens weren't there when I went during the day, so I waited until evening when they went back to their nest before I could kill them.

Zhao Lian looked on with envy: "Uncle Yang, you're so amazing! I wish I could hunt too. Uncle Yang, could you teach me?"

"you?"

Hunter Yang looked Zhao Lian up and down and threatened her, "Little brat, you want to hunt? There are so many big insects in the mountains. Be careful you get eaten by one of them. You won't even be enough to fill its teeth."

"It's getting dark, wolves might come out soon, let's go back quickly."

Because Zhao Lian was only a few years old, Hunter Yang did not take her words to heart.

"Uncle Yang, do you go hunting in the mountains every day?" Zhao Lian asked curiously.

"Hmm~"

Hunter Yang nodded: "Pretty much. There's no other work, so I can only go up the mountain to hunt some wild game to exchange for money."

Zhao Lian stopped and pointed at the pheasants in Yang the hunter's hand, asking, "How much can you sell these two pheasants for?"

"Little brat, you won't understand even if I explain it to you. Hurry up and go back. It's getting dark, and if you don't leave soon, you won't be able to see the road."

After saying this, Hunter Yang overtook Zhao Lian and hurriedly descended the mountain.

Now that there was no one behind her and it was completely dark, Zhao Lian didn't dare to slack off and quickly quickened her pace.

After a hurried rush, we finally made it down the mountain, and after turning a corner, we were home.

Zhao Lian took out her key to open the door, but saw something tied to the doorknob with a straw.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a piece of dark brown pancake. Zhao Lian was stunned for a moment, wondering who had hung it up there.

She figured it must have been her eldest or second eldest sister who brought it over. Besides those two, it could have been her third aunt; there couldn't be anyone else.

Zhao Lian opened the door, pushed it open, and went inside, then locked it again. She put down her basket, went to the kitchen, started a fire, set up the pot, and poured in some water.

Tonight, Zhao Lian plans to make a black flour paste. She mixes the black flour into a paste, and after the water boils, she pours the paste in while stirring.

Then I washed a handful of thistle, chopped it into small pieces and put it in, and finally added a dozen or so bee pupae.

Then, some salt and oil were added, and the delicious black flour and wild vegetable porridge was ready.

This meal not only included wild vegetables and protein, but also oil and salt, which made Zhao Lian very satisfied.