Reborn 73 years later, he takes his mother-in-law hunting in the mountains.

Xie Chunfang stepped forward and pointed at Lu Yao:

"What are you doing? How dare you hit someone in my house?"

Lu Yao handed over the blood-stained butcher's knife:

"What? You don't like me? Stab me to death, or get out of my way! Men should shut up!"

Xie Chunfang was terrified by Lu Yao when she saw the blood-stained knife.

Turning back to Da Hu, she swayed her slender waist:

"Honey, look! This kid is bullying us!"

Ding Dahu was also weighing the pros and cons at this moment.

It looks like that the country bumpkin is going to fight desperately!

This kid doesn't even flinch in front of a tiger, so he's definitely not afraid of me.

Or... should we give him a piece of meat first?

Ding Dahu glanced at Wang Laoba.

Wang Laoba knew that Ding Dahu needed a stepping stone to achieve this.

Come over here laughing!

"You little rascal, what are you doing? Your Uncle Tiger knows you've done something, how could he not give it to you? And don't try to carry something so big, you can't handle it, here you go..."

"I'll chop off half of your front corner for you!"

As he spoke, he picked up a sharp axe and a dagger and helped chop down the tiger's forelegs.

Ding Dahu chuckled coldly:

"You little bumpkin, I'll let you off the hook because you're young, but I'm warning you, don't do it again!"

Lu Yao came for the purpose of taking the meat.

Once the goal is achieved, that's enough.

As for who killed the tiger, that empty title is irrelevant.

Besides, Ding Dahu's kingly image among the villagers cannot be shaken by a few words.

He took the axe from Wang Laoba, chopped the front corner into several pieces, filled a basin, and weighed more than thirty pounds.

In the past, he would carry a tiger skin draped over his shoulder, with half of it dragging on the ground, struggling to carry a basin of meat out of the yard.

Only then did Wang Fugui speak:

"Captain, are we just going to give it to him like that?"

Ding Dahu waved his hand: "He's just a child, why bother arguing with him? After all, he's a fatherless child, just consider it charity to him and his widowed mother."

Lu Yao carried the meat out.

They ran right into Ding Mei, who had just returned.

Ding Mei glared at him but didn't say anything.

Their eyes were fixed on the meat in his hands and the tiger skin dragging on his body.

The tiger skin, weighing several dozen kilograms, weighed down Lu Yao so much that he couldn't straighten up.

If the snow hadn't been so slippery, he probably wouldn't have been able to lift it himself.

Ding Mei was naturally very curious about the tiger skin and meat, but she refrained from asking him anything.

Watching Ding Mei walk away, Lu Yao stopped and looked back.

Despite wearing a thick cotton-padded coat and trousers, she walked with a swaying gait, and I remembered the pair of underpants that had slipped through the hole when we were climbing the cliff...

The underpants were empty.

Hi!

Why are you thinking about this!

Perhaps it's because my body is still relatively young, but just thinking about that scene makes my blood rush a little.

Just then, Ding Mei turned around and looked at him.

Upon seeing Lu Yao looking at her, she quickly turned around and ran into the courtyard.

Lu Yao couldn't help but give a wry smile.

I must have gotten drunk once in my past life and mistook her for Zheng Shuang, causing her a lot of trouble, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to get that disease.

If it hadn't happened, she probably wouldn't have pulled out her oxygen tube.

The future is too painful to look back on.

Lu Yao carried the meat home.

Thick smoke was billowing from the chimney at home.

Jiang Guizhi lit the large stove in the outer room.

Little sister Lu Xiaoqian is sitting on the kang (a heated brick bed) with a quilt covering her legs to warm them.

Hearing sounds in the courtyard, it licked the frost off the window with its tongue.

Glance outwards with one eye:

"Oh no, a tiger has entered the yard!"

A loud scream startled Jiang Guizhi, who quickly peeked out through the crack in the door.

Seeing that Lu Yao had dragged a tiger skin into the storeroom and locked it, he then carried the meat in.

Jiang Guizhi was utterly astonished.

Quickly ask where the meat came from.

Lu Yao was also starving. While washing the meat and throwing it into the pot, he said:

"It's what Chao Ding Da Hu asked for. He killed a tiger on the mountain today."

"Ding Dahu would give you such a big piece? You country bumpkin, don't tell me you stole it. Your father's gone, we can't afford to mess with any of us..."

Lu Yao ignored his timid mother's nagging behind him and just focused on cooking the meat.

Just then, the door opened and several people came in.

Lu Yao's grandfather was Lu Changyou, his grandmother was Lu Zhangshi, his second uncle was Lu Ming, and his second aunt was Zhang Shulan. His third uncle was Lu Fa.

The family entered with a cold breeze, intending to go into the inner room, but were stopped by the aroma of meat wafting from the kitchen.

They all stared wide-eyed at the pot:

"What, sneaking a bite of meat?"

Lu Yao remembered.

On this day that year, Grandpa brought these people over to talk to Mom about dividing the family property.

They lived in the backyard and the west yard, respectively.

They eat separately now, but the utensils and the house are all under Grandpa's name.

Although he knew Lu Chuan had contributed the most to building the house, his father was dead, and his grandfather wouldn't acknowledge him. He only said that the house was his property, and he could decide who lived there.

Uncle Lu Fa has a girlfriend, but he doesn't have a house to live in.

So Grandpa brought people over to ask for the house.

Lu Yao's father, Lu Chuan, was born to Lu Changyou's first wife, who died in childbirth.

Later, Lu Changyou remarried and married his current wife, Lu Zhangshi.

Lu Ming is the child she brought from her first marriage, who changed his surname to Lu. He has no actual blood relation to the Lu family.

The third child, Lu Fa, was born to her and Lu Changyou.

So Lu Yao's father and his two brothers have three different backgrounds.

After the old man and his second wife had a child, they didn't like Lu Chuan very much anymore.

If his son dies again, he will no longer be close to Lu Yao's family.

Lu Yao remembered that when he came here in the past, they would just open the door and kick people out, but not today.

The smell of meat sealed my mouth shut.

"It smells so good!"

Uncle San reached out and used a ladle to scoop up the meat soup to drink.

Second Uncle Lu Ming used chopsticks to stab the meat.

One prick and blood gushed out; it had just changed color and wasn't even cooked yet.

Grandpa sniffed a few times, then turned around and spoke:

"Guizhi, look, our third son is all grown up now, he has a girlfriend and wants to get married, but we don't have a house for him. Why don't you vacate the house for him first?"

When Tuwazi grows up, we'll build him a house together!

Jiang Guizhi is an honest person.

Surrounded by so many people, I was a little afraid to speak.

He stammered, "But... I have nowhere to stay!"

Grandma Lu Zhangshi said, "You can stay in the lower room or storage room for now."

The second aunt added fuel to the fire: "Yes, let the second son help you build a kang (heated brick bed) and light more firewood."

When Third Uncle Lu Fa saw that the meat was inedible, he immediately rolled up his sleeves:

"Sister-in-law, I'll help you move. Once the downstairs room is ready, you can move in tomorrow!"

Jiang Guizhi's face turned red with anxiety.

The warehouse was drafty from all sides, and even with a stove, it couldn't get warm!

But faced with this large family, each one of them so aggressive, she dared not lose her temper and could only try to negotiate:

"No, the children are too young..."

"Stop dragging the child into this!"

Grandma Lu Zhangshi especially disliked Jiang Guizhi.

She couldn't match her eloquence as much as her second aunt, Zhang Shulan.

Lu Zhangshi, with her bound feet, pointed at Jiang Guizhi's nose and scolded:

"You're about to sell your own daughter, and you're still pretending it's for the child's good? Tell me, was this meat obtained by selling your child?"

Jiang Guizhi arranged for Lu Xiaoqian to marry the ferryman so that she could have enough to eat and live a stable life.

However, I also felt extremely guilty.

When her mother-in-law pointed her finger at her and scolded her, she was speechless.

Grandpa Lu Chang was ruthless and didn't talk much. He waved his hand:

"Stop talking, let's move out tomorrow."

With that, he turned and left.

He didn't forget to turn back and instruct Lu Ming:

"Give them a piece of meat; we can't let them eat alone!"

For the past half hour, Lu Yao had been silently adding firewood to the stove.

At this moment, Lu Mingzhen brought a basin to pick out the meat.

He finally couldn't hold back anymore.

They are relatives, but they are utterly despicable.

Back then, seeing their family struggling to survive, no one offered help; instead, they ruthlessly forced the family of three into the barn.

The house they lived in was not provided by Lu Changyou.

It was all done by my father, Lu Chuan, exchanging labor with people from the commune, and then everyone carried stones and mud together to cover it up.

The most inhuman person among these people is Lu Ming.

Lu Yao's father died, and he would often come over and peer through the window, making suggestive remarks to tease Jiang Guizhi.

"Get out of here, all of you!"

Lu Yao stood up, his face full of anger.

How could Lu Ming possibly respect a mere child like him?

He yelled, "Who are you talking to, you little brat?"

Even Grandpa Lu Changyou, who had gone out, came back:

"You little brat, without your father to discipline you, you'd turn into an animal! These are your elders, who are you calling names?"

Lu Yao's eyes were practically spitting fire.

Pointing out each finger one by one:

"You, Lu Changyou, you, Lu Zhangshi, Lu Ming, Zhang Shulan, Lu Fa, you bunch of bastards, get out of here! If you dare to bully my mother again, I'll kill you!"

"I'll kill you all!"

"Damn it, beat him up!"

Lu Changyou couldn't stand being scolded by Lu Yao, who was usually quiet and reserved, and immediately flew into a rage.

With a wave of his hand, he was about to order his sons to come up and beat Lu Yao.

Jiang Guizhi and Lu Xiaoqian tried to stop them with tears and shouts, but to no avail; the room was in complete chaos.

Lu Yao had already picked up the kitchen knife.

If they really dare to come and attack, Lu Yao will swing his knife at them!

If all else fails, we can go to the Golden Triangle again. This time, we're taking Mom and Xiaoqian with us.

Just as Lu Yao was about to fight desperately, the door opened and a burly man entered:

"Old Lu, what the hell are you all shouting about?"