Sold immediately after wearing it? I took my family and fled the famine.

With a sorrowful expression, Zhang recounted the events of the past few days.

After hearing this, Jiang Caiquan angrily kicked the ox, which sprang up in pain.

"Jiang Dazhu and Zhou Shi have really gone too far! I'll deal with them when I get back to the village!"

"Third Uncle, there's no need for that trouble. Now that we've severed ties, we don't want any further connection," Jiang Xing interrupted Jiang Caiquan.

Jiang Caiquan choked. Yes, the relationship was over, but he still couldn't swallow his anger. He would definitely teach those two brats a lesson when he got back.

By the time we got back to Shenjia Village, it was already completely dark.

Jiang Caiquan escorted the three of them, grandfather, grandfather, and grandson, to their doorstep before leaving.

Jiang Xing pushed open the broken wooden door. The kitchen was still a mess. She put Xiao Niu on the bed in the room, spread out the newly bought quilt, and wrapped him in it.

The calf hugged its new blanket, a very comfortable expression on its face.

Zhang squatted down beside the stove, looking at the overturned stove with a troubled expression: "Da Ya, the stove... what do we do with the stove?"

Jiang Xing walked over and put the iron pot on it to test it.

Although the stove was overturned, the base was still there. She moved a few stones to prop up the pot, and it was barely usable.

"We'll make do for now," Jiang Xing said. "I'll fix the stove tomorrow."

She lit a fire to boil water, cooked a pot of porridge with the newly bought rice, and heated up the remaining two steamed buns. The three of them, grandmother and grandson, ate the simple meal together.

After dinner, Jiang Xing sat by the stove brewing medicine, watching the firelight as his mind raced.

The two men I saw at the clinic today looked like government officials. They were probably talking about the war in the north, where three counties had been lost, refugees were flooding in, and grain prices had doubled.

She has about a month left.

She had to finish dealing with everything within a month. The land and deeds were fixed and couldn't be taken away, so she could sell them directly.

If she wants to leave, which way should she go? What do she need along the way? She doesn't even know if she has enough points in the mall.

She turned and went into the room. The old lady slept soundly; after several days, her body could no longer take it.

I looked at the calf again. It was a tiny lump curled up in the new quilt, with a white cloth strip wrapped around the back of its head. Half of its face was still swollen. It was sleeping soundly with the corners of its mouth slightly upturned. I wondered what sweet dreams it was having.

Jiang Xing quietly left the room and went to another room, where he spread out the remaining new quilt and closed his eyes to rest.

I have a lot to do tomorrow, so I'll get some sleep first.

Three days after severing ties with his family, Jiang Xing went into the mountains again.

This time, she was going to the deep mountains, carrying a bundle of rope, a newly bought machete, and several homemade rope loops, and set off before dawn.

Zhang stood at the door to see her off, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she only said, "Be careful."

The calf still had a strip of cloth wrapped around its head, but it was in much better spirits. It chased after her to the door and called out, "Sister, come back safe and sound!"

Jiang Xing didn't turn around, but waved his hand.

......

A fishy, ​​pungent smell filled the air, a peculiar odor characteristic of wild boar territory.

Jiang Xing squatted down and pressed his fingers into the hoof prints in the mud.

An adult male wild boar's hoofprints are more than two inches wide and can penetrate a finger joint deep. This beast weighs at least 220 pounds, and its tusks can pierce a person's stomach.

An ordinary person would walk around this hoof print, but Jiang Xing's eyes lit up when he saw it.

She took out ropes from her basket and laid three tripwires between the trees on both sides of the animal trail, arranged in a triangular pattern.

Behind each tripwire was a sharpened wooden stake, spaced just wide enough for a wild boar to trip over and be impaled.

She had mentally rehearsed this trap repeatedly last night.

The wild boar's weakness is not its strength, but its speed.

When it charges, it's like a cannonball; once it's knocked down, half of its fangs and brute force are lost.

After setting the trap, Jiang Xing climbed up a crooked tree, sat on a branch, and waited quietly.

A quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour, half an hour.

The birdsong in the woods suddenly stopped.

Jiang Xing tensed up instantly.

Heavy breathing came from deep within the bushes, mixed with the cracking sound of hooves breaking dry branches. A dark gray wild boar poked its head out of the bushes, its snout burrowing around on the ground, searching for tree roots and insects.

It was larger than Jiang Xing had expected, at least six and a half feet long, with mane standing up like steel needles on its back, and two fangs sticking out from the corners of its mouth, gleaming with a dark yellow light.

Jiang Xing held his breath and pulled out a wood-chopping knife from behind his waist.

She didn't rush to disturb it; she waited for it to reach the optimal position.

The wild boar slowly moved forward, rooting at the ground as it went, grunting as it went. It stopped for a moment before the first tripwire.

Jiang Xing's heart was in his throat.

The wild boar's nose twitched twice, as if it were sniffing something, and then it went around the first tripwire.

Jiang Xing cursed inwardly; this beast was smarter than she thought.

The second tripwire was even more concealed, buried under fallen leaves, almost undetectable. The wild boar continued forward, its forelegs stepping on the second tripwire...

The rope tightened instantly.

The wild boar's front hooves were suddenly pulled up, and the huge inertia caused its front half to lift into the air, sending the whole boar tumbling out and breaking two wooden stakes behind the third tripwire.

A sharp howl shattered the silence of the mountain forest.

Jiang Xing jumped down from the tree and pounced on him.

Before the wild boar could stand up, it kicked wildly on the fallen leaves, trying to turn over. Jiang Xing gripped the machete in reverse and aimed it at the side of the boar's neck, at the vulnerable spot that was not protected by its tusks and bristles, and plunged it in hard.

Blood spurted out, splashing all over her face. She thrust in again, and the wild boar's struggles were half as weak as before.

The knife was stirred inside the meat until the wild boar breathed its last and stopped moving.

Jiang Xing knelt on the ground, panting heavily. His wood-chopping knife was covered in blood, which dripped down the handle and onto the fallen leaves.

Just then, a semi-transparent light screen popped up in front of her. Unlike the previous one, the screen had a golden halo around its edge, as if something had been activated.

[System Notification: Wild boars can be exchanged for 30000 points. With accumulated points exceeding 50000, the in-game store feature is now unlocked.]

[Space capacity: 1 cubic meter (upgradeable).]

[Spatial Characteristics: Time is frozen; living beings cannot be stored there.]

Jiang Xing stared at the line of words, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up. The space was back.

It's a brand new space, not very big, only one cubic meter, enough to hold two quilts, dozens of kilograms of grain, a pot, and a few pieces of clothing.

However, the biggest fear on the road of fleeing famine is having too much stuff to carry. With this space, it's like having an extra pair of hands.

Jiang Xing stood up, cut some vines and branches around him to make a makeshift platform, patted the mud and blood off his body, slung his basket over his shoulder, and dragged the wild boar down the mountain.