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

Although she had just transmigrated, the original owner's memories told her that in this era, a fat rabbit would sell for at least two or three hundred coins in town. This old woman only wanted to offer ten coins to buy her rabbit. Did she think she was a fool?

"Grandma Zhao, you know how much a rabbit costs in town, I know." Jiang Xing's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.

"If you want to buy them, the price in town is 200 coins each. If you want both, it'll be 390 coins."

Upon hearing this, Granny Zhao immediately glared at Jiang Xing and said, "Three hundred and ninety coins? Why don't you just rob me? You didn't raise this rabbit yourself; you hunted it from the mountain. You didn't even spend any money on it."

"No capital?" Jiang Xing looked at her.

"If I go into the deep mountains alone and get bitten to death by a snake, who will be responsible? If I fall off a cliff, who will be responsible? I risked my life to get this rabbit; it wasn't blown away by a strong wind."

Granny Zhao was speechless, and Aunt Qian chimed in, "Da Ya, what are you saying? We're all from the same village. You're just a young girl, and Granny Zhao is an elder. It's not good for a junior like you to haggle with an elder like that, isn't it?"

Jiang Xing turned to look at her, his gaze indifferent, yet so indifferent it sent chills down her spine.

"Aunt Qian, you really don't think before you speak. My surname is Jiang, and hers is Zhao. We're completely unrelated. Who does she think she is to me? I risked my life to get this rabbit. She thinks she can buy it for a few copper coins? She's just taking advantage of the fact that my father just died and that there are no men in my family who can handle things. She's bullying us, a poor and vulnerable family."

"Even people from the same village can be so ruthless. It's kind of me to give her something, and it's perfectly reasonable and my right not to. So why does Aunt Qian say I'm disrespectful to my elders? Could it be that you think the same way as Granny Zhao?"

Aunt Qian's face flushed red, and she wanted to retort. Granny Zhao's expression also changed, not from anger, but from guilt. The whole village knew about the Jiang family's affairs, and she had only wanted to take advantage of their misfortune, but she hadn't expected this brat to expose her intentions.

Jiang Xing took a step forward, and Granny Zhao instinctively took a step back.

"Grandma Zhao, Aunt Qian, I know what you're thinking. A little girl, her father is dead, her mother ran away, she's easy to bully and take advantage of."

Her voice wasn't loud, but the alley was so quiet you could hear the wind whistling through the eaves.

"Let me make this clear: I don't bully people, but nobody can bully me. If you're thinking of taking advantage of me, you'd better give up now."

Granny Zhao's face turned pale and then green, her lips opened and closed repeatedly, and after a long while she finally managed to squeeze out, "You wretched girl, you have such a sharp tongue, let's see who will find you a husband in the future."

"You don't need to worry about it." Jiang Xing carried the rabbit and walked through them, his shoulder almost brushing against Granny Zhao's arm.

"Mind your own business from now on."

Granny Zhao and Aunt Qian stood there, looking at each other in bewilderment.

After Jiang Xing had walked away, Aunt Qian spat out, "Pah! What a piece of trash! Just a money-loser, and she's acting all high and mighty."

When Jiang Xing arrived home, Zhang was picking wild vegetables in the yard.

Seeing her granddaughter carrying a rabbit and a pheasant, the old lady's hand trembled, and wild vegetables scattered all over the ground.

"Da Ya, are you alright? This...you did all of this?"

"Mmm." Jiang Xing put the rabbit on the stove and squatted down to help his grandmother pick wild vegetables.

"Grandma, several uncles in the village helped with my father's burial. Let's stir-fry the rabbit later and give them some rabbit meat as a way of thanking them for their help."

Zhang was stunned for a moment, then her eyes reddened. Her granddaughter was sensible and knew about social interactions. But then, as if remembering something, she asked hesitantly.

"Da Ya, we only have a few rabbits left. If we give them all away, what will we eat?"

"Grandma, I'm not giving them all away." Jiang Xing picked up the smaller one.

"We'll keep this small one for ourselves, and we'll process all the big rabbits and pheasants, chop them into pieces, and give them away."

Zhang looked at the small one, her heart aching. The small one weighed a pound and a half, and there wasn't much meat left after removing the bones, but she didn't say anything more. In this village, her family couldn't function without a man in charge and someone to help them.

Jiang Xing and Zhang Shi busied themselves in the kitchen for a while, dividing the wild rabbit and pheasant into eight portions, wrapping them in dried lotus leaves, and Zhang Shi would personally deliver them to them later as a token of gratitude.

Jiang Xing put down the firewood and took out the brown rice and salt he had received and purchased from the system from his basket.

"Da Ya, what's this? Where did you buy this grain?" Zhang's eyes widened when she saw her granddaughter produce the grain as if by magic. There was also salt. This fine salt must have cost a lot of money.

Jiang Xing seemed to know what Zhang was thinking, and quickly explained, "I actually hunted two more wild rabbits today, which were even fatter than these. Then I sold them at a restaurant in town for some silver and bought some brown rice and salt."

"Good, my eldest daughter is sensible now." Zhang felt a pang of sadness in her heart, feeling sorry for the child.

The grandmother and grandson were busy in the kitchen for half a day, the air filled with the aroma of meat broth. Even with only salt as a seasoning, the ingredients themselves were already sweet enough.

Just then, the calf returned home carrying a basket of firewood. Smelling the aroma wafting in the air, it was the first to rush over, its eyes fixed on the meat in the pot.

The aroma of the broth lingered in the air, and tears welled up in the calf's eyes.

It wasn't crying, it was physiological tears. When was the last time an eight-year-old child ate meat? In the original owner's memory, it was during the New Year when her father brought back a small piece of pork cracklings from town, which the family shared.

"Grandma, Little Niu, sit down and eat." Jiang Xing placed the rabbit soup on the only broken table and also served each of them a bowl of thick brown rice porridge.

"Da Ya, eat. You must be tired from going up the mountain, eat more."

"Grandma," Jiang Xing put a few pieces of rabbit meat into the old lady's bowl, "Let's eat together. No matter what happens in the future, let's eat our fill first."

The calf picked up a piece of rabbit meat, took a deep sniff of it, then carefully took a small bite, chewed it dozens of times, and swallowed it.

He ate heartily, and Zhang ate too. The old lady ate very slowly, chewing each bite for a long time. As she ate, tears began to fall. She held back her cries and swallowed them down with her head down.

Jiang Xing looked at them with a calm expression, but perhaps he was influenced by the original owner's emotions, or perhaps he had struggled alone in the apocalypse for a long time and longed for the warmth of family.

Her heart was fluttering. No matter what the reason, she was certain that the person in front of her was the one she wanted to protect for the rest of her life.

After finishing her meal, Zhang carried the wrapped meat and delivered it to each household.

As the meat was delivered along the way, seven or eight households in the village received it from Jiang Xing. The news spread like wildfire throughout Shenjia Village, eventually reaching Zhou's ears.

Zhou was sitting in the courtyard eating melon seeds when she heard what Granny Zhao said, and she crushed the melon seed shells in her hand.

"What did you say? That girl Da Ya hunted rabbits and pheasants?"

Granny Zhao, beaming with excitement, lowered her voice as if sharing some earth-shattering secret: "You bet! I saw it with my own eyes, three of them! And they were so plump! I was going to buy one from her, but guess what? That girl had a really sharp tongue, saying I was taking advantage of her misfortune. Can you believe what she said?"

Zhou's expression changed, and anger appeared on her face.

Why should they? Her family is barely able to afford coarse rice to support their eldest son Qingshan's education, yet that brat Jiang Daya gets to eat rabbits? And she's even giving them away everywhere. Those rabbits should belong to her family. The Jiang family's property should be used for their eldest son's family to eat.

"Who else did she give it to?" Zhou asked through gritted teeth.

Granny Zhao counted on her fingers: "We sent them to Aunt Wang's house, Sister Liu's house, Aunt Li's house... We sent them to several houses in the village, but not yours."

The last sentence was intentional. Granny Zhao was always looking for trouble; she wanted to see Zhou Shi get angry so she could deal with that wretched girl, Jiang Daya.

Zhou's fingernails dug into her palm. She wouldn't even give it to a stranger? Does this brat even respect her as her aunt?!

After Granny Zhao left, Zhou Shi sat in the courtyard for the whole afternoon, her face as gloomy as if it were about to rain.

Jiang Dazhu returned from the fields and, seeing her appearance, muttered, "What's wrong now?"

"Your good niece caught three rabbits and gave them away all over the village, but she wouldn't give any to us." Zhou's voice was sharp and cold.

"She's doing it on purpose; she completely disregards us."

Jiang Dazhu frowned: "This good-for-nothing."

Zhou stood up abruptly: "Jiang Laosan is dead, his property should be divided among us! Why should a young girl and two old, weak and disabled people have all the property? It should be taken away to prepare Qingshan for going to the academy in the future. That rabbit belongs to the mountain, and the mountain belongs to everyone. Why should she hunt it all by herself?"

Jiang Dazhu remained silent. He felt that Zhou Shi was right, but the way that girl looked at him yesterday still made him uneasy.

"Go to her house tomorrow and tell her to bring out the rabbit meat!" Zhou ordered.

Jiang Dazhu said in a muffled voice, "Didn't we just go there yesterday? That girl almost beat me to death..."

"You coward!" Zhou spat. "If you're not going, I'll go myself! I not only want the rabbit meat, but I'm also going to kick them out."

Jiang Dazhu didn't reply. He didn't want to go, but he knew that Zhou was a woman of her word.