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

The bushes were roughly parted, and seven or eight boys emerged.

The leader, about fifteen or sixteen years old, wore a tattered vest with two holes, had a shaved head, and a face so fleshy that his features were distorted. He was carrying a wooden stick as thick as an arm and was pointing his nose at Meng Yaya.

Li Ergou, a notorious hooligan in the west end of the village, steals chickens and dogs all the time, and even slaps passing dogs twice.

"Hey, isn't this that good-for-nothing from the Meng family?" Li Ergou stared at the half-eaten rabbit ear peeking out of Meng Yaya's basket, greedily sucking his saliva. "Alright, this rabbit is even fatter than you. Since your grandpa Ergou saw it, it's mine."

Several of his lackeys also surrounded him with ill intentions, blocking the way down the mountain with grinning faces.

"Meng Yaya, if you know what's good for you, put down your basket and get out of here." A lackey picked up a clod of dirt and tossed it around in his hand. "Otherwise, if Brother Er Gou gets angry, he'll throw you into a ditch to feed the wolves!"

Meng Yaya stood still.

She looked at this group of self-important hunters and couldn't help but find it amusing. In the apocalypse, even mutated zombies would avoid her, and these few immature brats actually dared to try and rob her?

"Want a rabbit?" Meng Yaya tilted her head, reached out and covered the tattered cloth on her back basket tightly, her movements slow and deliberate.

Li Ergou thought she was scared, so he took a smug step forward, swinging the wooden stick in his hand with a whooshing sound: "You're smart! Put it down now, Grandpa's in a good mood today, I'll let you off the hook."

"You dare to challenge me?"

The childish voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

Li Ergou was stunned for a moment, then became furious. He was used to being a bully in the village, and no one dared to speak to him like that, let alone a three-year-old toddler.

"You're asking for it! Take it from me!" Li Ergou roared, reaching out to grab Meng Yaya's collar.

The filthy, large hand reached out with a whoosh.

Meng Yaya did not dodge.

She only took a step forward when the hand was about to touch the tip of her nose.

This step was extremely fast, so fast that in the blink of an eye, the little girl, who wasn't even as long as his legs, had already snuggled into his arms.

Immediately afterwards, a small, pink fist slammed into Li Ergou's stomach from below.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud, like a heavy hammer striking tattered cotton.

The savage grin on Li Ergou's face froze, his eyes bulged outwards, and his entire face instantly turned a deep liver color. Before he could even let out a scream, his over 100-pound body was lifted off the ground and sent flying backwards.

"Splash—"

Li Ergou crashed into the bushes three meters behind him like a tattered sack, breaking off a large number of dead branches and leaves.

The scene was deathly silent.

Those henchmen who were just yelling a moment ago now stared wide-eyed, their jaws practically dropping to the ground. The clods of dirt in their hands fell to the ground with a "thud," landing on their feet without even a thud.

In the bushes, Li Ergou, like a shrimp out of water, was hunched over, retching violently, almost vomiting bile. His stomach was wracked with excruciating pain, as if his intestines had been knotted up by that punch.

Meng Yaya withdrew her fist and patted the back of her hand, which was not dusty, with disdain.

"Anyone else want it?" She looked up, her clear black and white eyes sweeping over the remaining people.

The followers who were swept by her gaze all shivered, feeling as if they were being stared at by a ferocious beast.

"A ghost...a ghost!"

Someone shouted first, and the rest of them yelled and scrambled down the mountain, not even daring to look back to retrieve their lost shoes. It was terrifying! That punch sent Er Gou flying! This wasn't a three-year-old child; it was a bear from the mountains that had come to life!

Meng Yaya looked at their disheveled backs and pouted.

Since we're here, how can we not leave something behind?

She bent down, picked up a stone the size of a walnut, and casually flicked it at the backside of the fastest little follower.

"Ouch!"

A scream came from afar, and the person fell face-first into the dirt, but scrambled to their feet and continued running.

Meng Yaya ignored the bunch of rotten garlic and walked up to Li Ergou, who was still convulsing on the ground.

Li Ergou had caught his breath by now, and looking at Meng Yaya approaching, his eyes were filled with fear. He struggled to shrink back, his legs kicking wildly on the ground: "You...you stay away! My dad is the village secretary..."

"oh."

Meng Yaya stepped on his still kicking calf.

"Click."

Although he didn't break any bones, it was enough to keep him swollen for half a month.

"From now on, I'm in charge of this road." Meng Yaya looked down at him. "This is called collecting a toll, understand?"

Li Ergou was in so much pain that snot and tears streamed down his face. He nodded frantically, "I understand! I understand! Please spare me, Grandma!"

Meng Yaya withdrew her foot, carried the huge basket on her back, and leisurely walked down the mountain.

Only after she had gone far away did Li Ergou dare to crawl out of the bushes. Clutching his stomach, he limped towards the village, wincing in pain with every step. This wasn't over! Once he recovered, he was going to find someone to kill that damned girl!

It was evening, and many villagers had just finished work and were gathered under the big tree at the village entrance to cool off and chat.

From afar, you can see the little follower who ran faster than a rabbit just now, gesturing vividly to someone.

"It's true! I saw it with my own eyes! That three-year-old girl from the Meng family, one punch! Just one punch! Sent Brother Er Gou flying into a tree branch!"

"Er Shunzi, are you out of your mind? That girl isn't even as tall as the stove." The adults next to him didn't believe it at all.

"It's true! Look, Brother Er Gou is back!"

Everyone turned around and saw that Li Ergou, who was usually so imposing, was now like a drowned dog, clutching his stomach and limping, his face covered in cold sweat and dirt, groaning as he moved towards them.

"Ergou, what happened? Did someone cook you?" someone joked.

Li Ergou trembled at the mention of "Meng Yaya," and dared not say that he had been beaten by a three-year-old. He gritted his teeth, remained silent, and slunk back home.

But the way Er Shunzi and his friends were terrified was undeniable.

In addition, the story of Meng Yaya lifting the millstone and hitting her second uncle had already spread throughout the village.

In no time, rumors about a "super-strong freak" and a "little bandit" from the Meng family spread like wildfire throughout the entire brigade.

Meng Yaya knew nothing about this and didn't care.

Carrying the wild rabbit on her back, she avoided the crowd and slipped back to the dilapidated backyard of the Meng family along the wall.

As soon as she entered the courtyard, she saw Lin Wanrou pacing anxiously at the entrance. Upon seeing Meng Yaya, Lin Wanrou's eyes instantly reddened, and she rushed over to hug her tightly.

"Why have you been gone for so long? Mom is so worried! I heard that Li Ergou and the others are wandering around in the mountains. Did you run into them?" Lin Wanrou felt Meng Yaya up and down, afraid that she was missing a piece of her flesh.

"I ran into them." Meng Yaya took the basket off her back.

Lin Wanrou's face turned deathly pale: "Then they..."

"He's asleep over there," Meng Yaya said casually, lifting the tattered cloth off the basket on her back. "Mom, boil some water and peel the skin."

A huge gray hare was revealed, its fur shiny and its body oozing with oil.

Lin Wanrou gasped, quickly carried the basket into the house, and locked the door tightly like a thief.

"My goodness, it's so big..." Lin Wanrou looked at the rabbit, both surprised and delighted, her hands trembling slightly. "How much money would this be worth?"

"I won't exchange it for money." Meng Yaya sat on a small stool, poured herself a bowl of water, "I'll make half of it into dried meat to eat on the road, and stew the other half tonight."

This body is severely lacking in nutrients and needs a lot of nourishment.

Although Lin Wanrou felt bad about losing this valuable item that could be exchanged for money, she listened to her daughter more.

She deftly boiled water, removed the fur, and chopped the meat into pieces.

Soon, a fire was lit in the earthen stove.

With not many seasonings, Lin Wanrou only added a little coarse salt and two slices of ginger, but the wild rabbit itself was delicious. As the water in the pot bubbled and simmered, the aroma of the meat was irresistible and forcefully wafted out.

The fragrance drifted into the yard through the broken window.

At the entrance of the main house, Meng Jianjun was squatting on the steps smoking a pipe.

He had actually been squatting there for a while. In the afternoon, he saw Meng Yaya come back carrying a heavy basket on her back, and there was a smell of blood in the basket.

The moment he smelled the aroma of meat, Meng Jianjun's stomach rumbled loudly, instantly whetting his appetite.

"Damn it, those two wicked women from the eldest branch of the family actually managed to get their hands on some meat?"

Meng Jianjun tapped his pipe against the sole of his shoe, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his triangular eyes.

Second Brother's hand being broken is because he's useless; Meng Jianjun, on the other hand, is trained. Besides, how strong can a three-year-old girl be? That millstone was probably already loose by the afternoon, and she just happened to lift it up to scare people.

If we could snatch this pot of meat and pry the money out of that brat's hand...

Meng Jianjun stood up, stretched his wrists, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

"Sister-in-law~~~"

He drew out his words and swaggered towards the east room, saying, "As your uncle, I'm hungry. It's not too much to ask for a bowl of soup, is it?"