Dare to shirk responsibility? This adorable little one will tear down your military district!

As the sun climbed above the treetops, the dilapidated wooden door in the Meng family's backyard was pushed open.

Lin Wanrou was huddled by the stove, holding half a cold, hard cornbread in her hand. Hearing the noise, she suddenly looked up. Seeing that it was her daughter returning, she threw the cornbread aside, rushed over, and squatted down to feel for Meng Yaya's arms and legs.

"Are you alright? I just heard from the villagers that red armbands have arrived in the county town..."

"Mom, boil some water." Meng Yaya took the basket off her back and slammed it on the ground.

Lin Wanrou was taken aback: "Why are you boiling water?"

"Kill the chicken."

Meng Yaya pointed to the old speckled hen pacing around in the henhouse.

That was Wang Guifen's precious child. She would touch it three times a day, and if it was missing even a single egg, she would curse the entire village and its ancestors for eighteen generations.

Lin Wanrou's hand trembled slightly: "Ya Ya, that's your grandma..."

"Kill it." Meng Yaya interrupted her, her little face stern, her tone leaving no room for doubt, "If you don't want to kill a chicken, then kill a pig. I think Second Uncle is quite fat."

Sun Shouzhen, who had just entered the room, slipped and almost knelt down. This girl really dared to speak her mind, and judging from her posture, she was definitely not joking.

Lin Wanrou gritted her teeth and made up her mind. Since she was going to break off the engagement anyway, what was wrong with eating a chicken? She turned around to pick up her knife, her movements much more nimble than usual.

Half an hour later, the chicken soup in the earthenware pot was bubbling away.

Meng Yaya threw in two mutated corn silks that she had taken from her spatial storage, and added half a spoonful of spiritual spring water.

The aroma was incredibly strong, unlike anything else; it seemed to penetrate right into your nostrils.

Sun Shouzhen squatted by the stove, drooling all over the ground. He had eaten many good things in his life, but this smell made his head spin just from one whiff.

"eat."

Meng Yaya tore off a chicken leg and stuffed it into Lin Wanrou's hands, then tore off another one and threw it to Sun Shouzheng.

He held the earthenware pot himself and poured the soup and meat into his mouth.

After swallowing the piping hot chicken soup, combined with the energy-boosting corn she had eaten earlier, Meng Yaya felt as if a furnace had exploded inside her stomach.

The heat rushed down the esophagus into the stomach and then quickly spread to the limbs and bones.

This feeling is even more intense than the apocalypse where low-level crystal cores are devoured.

Her skin began to redden, and her small body emitted faint crackling sounds from her bones. Her muscles twitched, and the tingling, itchy sensation grew stronger—it was the surging power that desperately needed to be released.

I'm full.

Meng Yaya put down the empty earthenware pot and let out a loud burp.

She stood up, feeling like a fully inflated balloon that was about to burst if she didn't find a place to vent her anger.

"Worker, watch my mother, don't let anyone bully her."

After saying that, Meng Yaya walked with her short legs toward the wasteland in the backyard.

That was a place where the Meng family used to store miscellaneous items. The ground was as hard as an iron plate, and not even a few weeds could grow there.

Meng Yaya walked to the corner of the wall and picked up a rusty hoe.

This hoe is for adults; the wooden handle is as thick as her wrist, and when it stands upright, it's two heads taller than her.

She held the end of the hoe handle with one hand and weighed it in her hand.

It's lighter now.

"drink!"

Meng Yaya gave a low shout and swung her arm in a wide arc.

The hoe left a trail of afterimages in the air, accompanied by a whoosh, before crashing heavily to the ground.

"boom!"

A muffled thud, like a sledgehammer striking a cowhide drum.

The ground, which was originally as hard as iron, was dug into a deep trench, and clods of soil flew everywhere, even shattering several pieces of buried rubble into powder.

Meng Yaya didn't stop.

Once, twice, three times.

It was as if her small body contained a perpetual motion machine. With each swing of the hoe, the heat surging within her would rush out a little along her arm, and the originally restless power would gradually become docile and solid.

She discovered a pattern.

By eating this spiritually potent food and combining it with high-intensity extreme sports, her strength increased more than three times faster than before.

In less than half an hour, she had turned the half-acre patch of hard ground in the backyard upside down. The soil was so soft it was like it had been sifted, but that wasn't all. She picked up the large stones that weighed several hundred pounds and started playing "building blocks" in the soft soil.

Under the eaves.

Sun Shouzhen held the chicken bones, staring in disbelief.

"Is...is this even human?"

He turned to look at Lin Wanrou.

Lin Wanrou was bending over, mending Meng Yaya's torn little jacket in the sunlight. Although her hands were trembling, she forced herself to remain calm despite the commotion her daughter had caused outside.

"Ya Ya said it was a skill taught by the immortals." Lin Wanrou's voice was very soft, with a blind trust in it. "She did it to protect me."

Sun Shouzhen sighed.

This mother and daughter are both adept at teaching and trusting.

He sucked the chicken bones clean and looked at Lin Wanrou's hands, which were rough and calloused from years of hard work, yet still slender.

"These stitches are so fine," Sun Shouzhen said, trying to make conversation.

"I learned it from the aunt next door before I married into this family," Lin Wanrou said with an embarrassed smile. "I can't read a single word, so this is the only skill I'm good at."

"Do you want to learn to read?" Sun Shou-zheng suddenly asked.

Lin Wanrou froze, the needle pricked her fingertip, and a bead of blood seeped out.

"I...I'm getting old, my mind isn't sharp anymore..."

"Not stupid." Sun Shouzhen pointed to the pile of herbs he had gathered from the mountain on the table next to him. "I just casually recited the properties of these herbs; did you remember them all?"

Just now, while he was tidying up his basket, he casually recited a few lines of a traditional Chinese medicine rhyme to show off. Lin Wanrou, who was listening nearby, was able to recite the second half of the rhyme without hesitation.

Lin Wanrou bit her lip and remained silent.

"That girl is a monster; she's destined to fly to the heavens," Sun Shouzhen said, pointing to Meng Yaya outside.

"If you, as her mother, can't even understand a prescription, how will you protect the family's wealth in the future? You'll be sold off and still have to help count the money."

This sentence hit Lin Wanrou's sore spot.

She was not afraid of hardship or death, but she was afraid of being a burden to her daughter.

"I'll learn." Lin Wanrou put down the needle and thread in her hand, looked up, and said, "Grandpa Sun, please teach me. I'll do anything as long as it can help Ya Ya."

"Alright, let's start with this 'Compendium of Materia Medica' then." Sun Shouzhen pulled out a tattered book with curled edges from his pocket. "I won't teach you for nothing; from now on, I'll have to increase my share of the meals."

……

Sunset West Mountain.

Meng Yaya finally stopped what she was doing.

She was soaked to the bone, as if she had just been pulled out of the water. But that feeling of exhaustion was gone, replaced by an unprecedented sense of fullness.

She clenched her fist.

The air was squeezed between his fingers and palms, producing a crisp sound.

Their strength has increased by at least 20%.

She turned around, and her eyes shone frighteningly bright in the moonlight.

"Worker, make ridges on this land tomorrow. I want to plant something."

Just as Sun Shouzhen was about to nod, a heavy knocking sound came from outside the courtyard gate.

"Sister-in-law Meng! Are you home?"

His voice was deep and resonant, carrying an unquestionable official tone.

Lin Wanrou was startled in the room, and the clothes she was mending fell onto the kang (a heated brick bed): "Is...is it the village chief?"

Zhao Dezhu, the village chief of Mengjia Village, was a man who wouldn't do anything without a profit. He usually wouldn't even glance at this dilapidated courtyard. What brought him here today?

Meng Yaya squinted, the heat still lingering on her body.

She walked a few steps to the water vat, scooped up a ladle of cold water and poured it over her head, washing away the stench of sweat, and returned to her harmless, baby-like appearance.

"Mom, don't be afraid."

Meng Yaya wiped her face, swept her wet hair back to reveal her smooth, full forehead.

"The God of Wealth has arrived! Open the door and welcome him."

Lin Wanrou opened the courtyard gate with trepidation.

A middle-aged man stood at the door, his hands behind his back, wearing a blue Zhongshan suit with two pens tucked into his jacket pocket. It was none other than the village chief, Zhao Dezhu.

Two militiamen followed behind him, carrying rifles on their shoulders.

As soon as Zhao Dezhu entered the courtyard, his nose twitched twice, and his gaze immediately locked onto the broken pot at the entrance of the east room, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes.

"Oh, you're eating already?" Zhao Dezhu smirked and strolled in with his hands behind his back. "Sister-in-law, I heard that Ya Ya hunted some wild game and dug up some medicinal herbs on the mountain today? This is the collective mountain and the collective forest."

Lin Wanrou's hand trembled, and she subconsciously wanted to explain.

Meng Yaya stood in front of her.

She tilted her head back, still clutching half a cornbread in her hand, her big eyes blinking as she looked at Zhao Dezhu.

"Uncle Village Chief, are you here to freeload a meal?"

Zhao Dezhu's face stiffened. Where did this brat come from, speaking so bluntly?

"Ahem! What do you mean by 'freeloading'?" Zhao Dezhu straightened his face, adopting a businesslike demeanor. "I'm doing this for the sake of the commune's unity! Someone reported you for engaging in speculation and embezzling collective property! Where's the ginseng? Hand it over!"

He'd already heard that this girl had fetched a high price on the black market. That was ginseng! If he could just swindle this widow and her child, he might be able to get a lot of benefits.

Meng Yaya took a bite of the pancake but didn't say anything.

She is waiting.

Wait until this old fox fully reveals his tail, then chop it off with one stroke.

"Uncle Village Chief, what if I don't pay?" Meng Yaya swallowed the food in her mouth, her voice soft and sweet, yet it carried a chilling undertone that sent shivers down one's spine.

Zhao Dezhu sneered and winked at the militiamen behind him: "Not handing it over? Then don't blame your uncle for being ruthless. Go, search the house! Rake this den of capitalist remnants!"

The two militiamen were about to take a step.

"Click."

A crisp sound.

The solid, thumb-thick threaded steel bar that Meng Yaya hadn't thrown away yet was bent into a perfect circle like a noodle in front of Zhao Dezhu, thanks to the kneading of her two small hands.

"This iron rod is getting in the way."

Meng Yaya casually put the steel bar that had turned into an iron ring around her neck as a necklace, tilted her head, and looked innocently at Zhao Dezhu, who was already dumbfounded.

"Uncle, whose house did you just say you were going to raid?"