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

"Zhao Lian, you were so amazing just now! You scared Second Aunt and Grandma!" Zhao Di looked at Zhao Lian with admiration.

Seeing the admiration on her face, Zhao Lian couldn't help but chuckle.

Zhao Feng nervously rubbed her hands: "Zhao Lian, we didn't know that Grandma and the others were following us."

Zhao Lian knew that Zhao Feng must have seen her raising the knife earlier, and she felt a little scared, afraid that she would blame her.

He comforted her, saying, "I know, sister, don't be afraid. I wouldn't have used the knife if it weren't absolutely necessary, otherwise they would have taken all my things."

They bully the weak and fear the strong. That's how you deal with people like them. It'll do you a good scare. Anyway, I've cut ties with them now.

Seeing that Zhao Lian didn't blame her, Zhao Feng breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned again: "But she is still our grandmother, she raised us~"

"To put it bluntly, we're eating worse than chickens. She doesn't treat us like her own granddaughters at all. She's so biased. The porridge is getting cold. Let's eat the porridge. I'm not saying anything more." Zhao Lian sighed.

Zhao Lian knew that Zhao Feng was probably indecisive because she was the eldest sister. She was also thoughtful and sensitive, and always considered others' feelings.

However, her personality makes her easily manipulated by others because she lacks love. The original owner's personality used to be similar to Zhao Feng's.

So Zhao Lian's personality is very different now than before, which really surprised them.

Zhao Di is different from Zhao Feng. Zhao Di has a bit of a masculine appearance, a carefree personality, and is passionate and decisive, which is somewhat similar to my own personality.

Between the two, Zhao Lian was more worried about Zhao Feng because Zhao Feng's personality was too soft. She would easily let her guard down after being told a few nice things and was too easily manipulated.

"This porridge is delicious."

Soon after, Zhao Di finished her bowl. Dong Mei brought out the pot and told them to serve themselves as much as they wanted.

Finally, Zhao Feng and Zhao Di each ate two bowls of porridge, holding their bellies with satisfied expressions; they hadn't eaten so much in a long time.

Zhao Lian looked at the sky, which was now completely dark, and quickly said to the two of them, "It's getting late, and it's dark now. You two should go home soon."

"Alright, we'll be going now!" Zhao Feng and Zhao Di stood up.

Be careful on the road!

Although it was already dark, they could still see some of the road, and Zhao Feng and Zhao Di jogged along the way.

After watching their figures disappear from sight, Zhao Lian closed the door.

Zhao Lian knew that Old Madam Yang definitely wanted to get Zhao Feng and Zhao Di to eat at her place so that she wouldn't have to worry about their meals.

She wouldn't let that old woman's wishful thinking succeed so easily.

Offering herself willingly and pushing Zhao Feng over are two different things; being willing and being forced are obviously not the same. Zhao Lian didn't want to be easily manipulated by Old Madam Yang and the others.

I need to see the village chief tomorrow and make sure this matter is cleared up. I also need to repay the debt of gratitude I owe him. They say favors are the hardest to repay, and this one will have to be repaid eventually.

I took a shower that night, applying bath soap to my body. Although there weren't many bubbles, there were still some.

Feeling the bubbles, it felt like the dirt was easy to scrub off. This time, Zhaolian gently rubbed and scrubbed off a lot of old dirt from her body.

Looking at herself covered in dirt, Zhao Lian felt somewhat disgusted. The original owner of this body was only seven years old, but the amount of dirt that had been rubbed off was even more than that rubbed off by Ji Gong.

Moreover, the bath powder didn't smell very good, and the lint it produced after rubbing it in smelled somewhat like pig's head skin. It made my stomach churn a bit, and I felt a little nauseous.

Suppressing the urge to vomit, Zhao Lian quickly rinsed herself with water to remove some of the grime and odor.

She continued applying the bath powder and rubbing, repeating this two or three times, before Zhaolian finally felt much more refreshed.

After taking a shower, I changed into clean clothes and then roughly scrubbed the clothes I had taken off with bath soap.

After finishing all that, Zhaolian blew out the oil lamp and could finally lie comfortably in bed.

Recalling her gains from the day before yesterday, Zhao Lian was still a little excited. She had originally planned to go see the village chief first thing tomorrow morning, but after thinking about it, she changed her mind.

Zhao Lian plans to go up the mountain first thing tomorrow morning to find some local products, which she will then sell at the market in a couple of days.

Although I still have some money, it's not much. I need to save for a rainy day; having food on hand keeps me from panicking.

This was the most restful night Zhao Lian had ever slept since she transmigrated here. She slept without any dreams and woke up again when it was already broad daylight.

The first thing Zhaolian did upon waking up was to make pancakes. There were still some of the wild thorns she had picked earlier, but they were a bit wilted, so Zhaolian chopped them up and mixed them into the batter.

I fried six pieces in total. I ate one in the morning, then carried three pieces with me, and left the other two at home.

After having breakfast, filling her water tank, and sharpening her machete, Zhaolian slung her basket over her shoulder and set off.

It's almost June now, and the sun is scorching at midday. If we set off early, we can return sooner if we have a good harvest.

There was no fog that day, and the sun came out when Zhao Lian had only climbed halfway up the hillside. Soon she started sweating profusely, so she quickly sat down to rest for a while.

At this moment, a person came up from the foot of the mountain. Zhao Lian and Ding Yuan looked at him and realized that it was none other than Hunter Yang.

Hunter Yang was carrying arrows on his back, holding a bow in his hand, and a large cleaver at his waist. He was agile and walked all the way up without even breaking a sweat.

Having not encountered anyone else along the way, Hunter Yang thought he was already the first to arrive, but he was surprised to see Zhao Lian shortly after he started climbing the mountain.

Zhao Lian was the first to see him and greeted him, "Good morning, Uncle Yang!"

"Morning~"

Upon seeing Hunter Yang, Zhao Lian's heart stirred. She immediately stood up and tentatively asked, "Uncle Yang, can you teach me how to hunt?"

"Teach me how to hunt?"

Hunter Yang stopped and looked Zhao Lian up and down.

The little girl in front of me was pale and thin, with a large basket on her back that seemed to take up two-thirds of her height.

This tiny, skinny girl wants to go hunting with him? What a joke! She probably doesn't even weigh as much as his bow!

"no!"

Hunter Yang refused without hesitation: "Hunting is no joke. If we encounter jackals or wild beasts, we could lose our lives in no time."

"If I take you with me, everything will be fine, but if something really happens, I'll have to look after you, and I won't be able to run fast enough. No way!"

Seeing that Hunter Yang refused, Zhao Lian was somewhat disappointed, but she knew that Hunter Yang's concerns were not unfounded.

If they were really in danger, it wouldn't be a joke. Not only would I not be able to help, but I would also become a burden to him in no time, so it's understandable that he refused.

However, Zhao Lian was not discouraged. She changed her mind and asked again, "Uncle Yang, can you teach me archery?"

"just you?"

Hunter Yang shook his head again: "You're so thin and small, how much strength can you have? Here, try this bow in my hand first."

"Let's see if you can catch it. Here, get ready, you'd better catch it." With that, he handed over the bow.

Zhao Lian knew that the bow looked unremarkable but was actually very heavy, so she quickly reached out with both hands to catch it.

Unexpectedly, when Hunter Yang let go and placed the bow in Zhao Lian's hand, Zhao Lian realized that the bow was heavier than he had imagined.

She felt her hands suddenly drop, as if she were being pulled downwards. Coupled with the large basket on her back, she almost lost her balance.

With quick reflexes, Hunter Yang caught her with one hand and took the bow with the other.

"My God, this is so heavy!"

Zhao Lian was immediately terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.

Once she had a firm footing, Zhao Lian exerted all her strength, her face turning red from holding it in her hands, and only then could she barely move it.

Seeing Zhao Lian's grimacing expression, Hunter Yang laughed: "How about that? You said you wanted to learn hunting from me, but you can't even lift this bow. How are you going to hunt?"

"Uncle Yang, this bow is too heavy! How heavy is it?" Zhao Lian asked breathlessly as she put the bow down.

He examined the bow closely; it was about a meter long and made entirely of wood.

Because it is designed for adults, the handle is wider and covered with sheet metal at both ends. Thin hemp rope is also wrapped around the middle M-shaped handle.

Because of years of handling, the hemp rope has developed a patina, and the entire bow has been worn smooth, showing that this bow has been with its owner for a long time.

The bowstring in the middle is clearly made of ox tendon, and it shows some wear due to long-term use.

This seemingly ordinary wooden bow was surprisingly heavy; I almost couldn't lift it with both hands.

Zhao Lian knew that for a hunter, this bow was his bread and butter. As a hunter, he valued his bow no less than his own life.

The fact that Hunter Yang was willing to let her try the bow was already a great honor for him. If it were anyone else, the hunter wouldn't easily let someone else touch his bow.