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

The next morning, Jiang Xing went into the mountains again.

Having learned from yesterday's experience, she ventured a little deeper this time, going into the dense forest she hadn't entered yesterday.

The points I earned yesterday weren't enough. I spent half the night studying the system and discovered that five points in the shop equal one copper coin. However, the prices in the system shop are different; some are lower than in reality, and some are higher.

Moreover, the food she exchanged wasn't enough. Yesterday, the three of them ate more than half of a wild rabbit. They were in a state of chronic hunger and malnutrition, so they didn't have much strength. In the apocalypse, they couldn't eat their fill because they didn't have the means. Now that they had the means, they naturally couldn't let themselves go hungry.

Jiang Xing wandered around in the mountains for half an hour before stopping at the foot of a shady cliff.

The cliff was not high, but it was very steep. The rocks were covered with moss, and a clump of dark green plants with thick leaves and purple stems grew by the pool of water at the bottom of the cliff.

She crouched down to examine it, and her heart skipped a beat.

Sanqi!

Wild Panax notoginseng, and not just a whole plant, but a small piece. Panax notoginseng stops bleeding, removes blood stasis, reduces swelling, and relieves pain. In this era, it was a major ingredient in wound medicine, and its price was outrageously high.

She carefully used a machete to dig away the surrounding soil, uprooted the entire plant, shook off the dirt, and put it into her basket. In a short while, she dug up a total of eleven plants.

【Ding】

[11 wild Panax notoginseng plants detected. Each plant is worth 1000 points, which can be redeemed for 11000 points. Sell now?]

Jiang Xing took a deep breath; converted into silver, it was two taels and two mace.

However, she wasn't in a hurry to sell it. Since Panax notoginseng could be sold for points in the system, real-world pharmacies would definitely buy it too. She just didn't know the price. She decided to go to town later to see if it would be more cost-effective there.

She wrapped up the Panax notoginseng and continued walking. After another fifteen minutes, she found a nest of Poria cocos under an old pine tree.

Poria cocos grows on the roots of pine trees. It is dark brown on the outside and white on the inside. It can be used as medicine and is also edible. When she dug it out, she saw that it was a very large piece, weighing at least two pounds.

【Ding】

[Wild Poria cocos detected x1 (approximately 2 jin), 600 points per jin, redeemable for 1200 points. Sell now?]

......

She squatted down by the stream to wash her hands, looked up at the sky, and saw that the sun was already high in the sky; it was time for her to go back.

For some reason, I felt a sudden unease.

When Jiang Xing carried her basket into the mountains, Zhou and Liu had already been squatting at her doorstep for a quarter of an hour.

Zhou was determined to take it. Yesterday, Granny Zhao exaggerated Jiang Xing's words of arguing and spread them throughout half the village. Zhou was so angry that she couldn't sleep all night.

The next morning, she grabbed a rolling pin and dragged her second brother's wife, Liu, along. Liu hadn't wanted to come, but Zhou's words stopped her: "Aren't you going? Their fertile land and houses all belong to our Jiang family. Are you going to let them benefit from this? Don't you want your son Laifu to go to school in town in the future?"

Liu gritted her teeth and followed.

When the two arrived at Jiang Xing's house, the door was closed. Zhou peeked through the crack in the door. There was no one in the yard, but a small piece of rabbit meat was hanging on the stove. The sound of the old lady coughing could be heard from inside the house.

"That brat isn't here," Zhou said in a low voice. "It's just the old lady and that little brat."

Mrs. Liu panicked a little: "Then...then shall we come another day?"

"Another day? If that brat comes back another day, will she still be able to snatch the land deed?" Zhou glared at her and pushed the door open.

The door wasn't locked, so Zhou kicked it open and strode inside.

Zhang was boiling water by the stove when she heard the noise and looked up. She saw Zhou and Liu rushing in, and the water ladle in her hand fell to the ground, splashing water everywhere.

"What...what are you doing here?"

Zhou ignored her and first glanced around the stove. There was a piece of rabbit meat hanging there, and it was gleaming meat. She then glanced at the corner of the wall and saw a bag of brown rice, which weighed at least fifty pounds.

Looking further down at the stove, there was a jar with a chip in it containing fine salt, which looked like a good quality product.

Zhou's eyes turned red, and she could hardly contain her greed.

"Grandma, yesterday Da Ya hunted several rabbits and gave them away all over the village, but she wouldn't give any to us. What kind of logic is that?" Zhou Shi said, hands on her hips, her voice shrill and loud. "The third son is dead, so his estate should go to his eldest brother. You three, grandparents and grandchildren, are hoarding so much stuff. Aren't you afraid of shortening your lifespan?"

Zhang stood in front of the stove, her voice trembling, "Da Ya said she won't give these things to anyone... Get out of here, or I'll call for help!"

"Go ahead and scream," Zhou said, taking a step forward. "Scream your lungs out, and see who comes to your aid. You're just a second wife, how many people in the village take you seriously?"

Zhang's face turned pale.

Liu stood to the side, not saying a word, her eyes darting around the room.

The little calf ran out of the house, stood in front of Zhang, and glared at Zhou, saying, "Don't you dare bully my grandma!"

Zhou glanced down at him and laughed: "You little bastard, get out of here."

She reached for the rabbit meat on the stove, but the calf pounced on her, grabbed her arm, and bit her.

"Ah!" Zhou screamed and slapped the calf across the face.

The slap was heavy; Xiao Niu's face swelled up instantly, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Even so, he didn't let go, biting Zhou's arm tightly.

Zhou gasped in pain, then grabbed a water ladle from the stove and smashed it down on the calf's head.

The water ladle was made of wood; it hit him on the forehead with a dull thud.

The calf's vision went black, its grip loosened, and it fell to the ground.

Zhang screamed and rushed forward, yelling, "Don't hit my grandson! Don't hit my grandson!"

At this moment, Liu made a move.

She grabbed Zhang's arm and pulled her back.

Zhang was sixty years old, and he couldn't withstand such a strong pull. He fell backward and hit the back of his head on the edge of the stove with a dull thud.

The old lady collapsed to the ground and didn't get up for a long time.

The calf got up from the ground, its face covered in blood, and pounced on the attack again.

Liu kicked him in the stomach, and the calf curled up like a shrimp, his face covered in tears and blood, but he stubbornly held back his sobs.

Zhou, panting heavily, tore the rabbit meat off the stove and stuffed it into the cloth bag she had brought. She then rummaged through the bag of brown rice, which weighed about sixty pounds, and poured it all into the bag.

He handed the salt jar to Liu and gave her instructions.

"Take this salt away too," Zhou instructed Liu. "You take the salt first, I'll go inside and look up the land deeds."

Liu hesitated for a moment, glanced at Zhang lying on the ground and Xiao Niu curled up in the corner, gritted her teeth, and quickly grabbed the salt jar.

"Take the pot away too." Zhou took the iron pot off the stove.

Liu glanced at the pot again, swallowed hard, and reached out to take it.

The calf suddenly sprang up from the ground, pounced on the pot, and clung to it tightly: "Don't take it! This is our only pot!"

With a fierce look in her eyes, Zhou slammed a rolling pin into the back of his head.

That blow was heavier than any of the previous ones.

The calf's body collapsed limply like a puppet with its strings cut, a patch of dark red blood seeping from the back of its head and spreading across the straw mat.

Zhang let out a scream that sounded inhuman: "Little Niu!"

Zhou was also startled, but she quickly calmed down: "I won't die, a hit won't kill me."

She picked up the pot, and together with Liu, went inside and found the land deed that Zhang had hidden. Then they carried the things out the door.

As she left, Zhou glanced back at the messy house and the calf lying in a pool of blood, and spat, "Serves you right, trying to fight me?"

The door was slammed shut.

The courtyard was quiet.

Only Zhang's cries echoed intermittently.

When Jiang Xing pushed open the door, he smelled blood.

Her heart clenched, and her basket and machete fell to the ground at the same time.

The room was a mess, with a few grains of coarse rice stuck to the blood on the floor.

Zhang lay slumped beside the stove, her hair disheveled, a bloody gash on her face, her left arm bent at an unnatural angle. Her eyes were half-open, her lips trembling, and the moment she saw Jiang Xing, tears streamed down her face like a burst dam.

"Da Ya...Da Ya, you're finally back..."

The calf was lying on a pile of straw with a lump the size of an egg on the back of its head, along with a gash. The blood was half-dried and had smeared across half of its neck and half of its face.

His face was as white as paper, his lips were covered in dry, cracked cuts, his eyes were closed, and the rise and fall of his chest was as faint as a candle flame in the wind.

Jiang Xing's killing intent surged instantly, and the temperature around her suddenly dropped, chilling her to the bone.

She rushed over and put her finger under the calf's nose; it was still alive.

"Little Niu." She gently patted her younger brother's face. "Little Niu, your big sister is back."

The calf's eyelids twitched, but he didn't open them. His lips parted slightly, uttering a barely audible sound: "Sister... Mi..."

Jiang Xing's eyes stung a little.

An eight-year-old child had his head smashed open, and the first word he uttered upon waking was "rice".

She lifted the calf from the haystack, its head resting on her shoulder, the blood from the back of its head smearing her neck, making it sticky.

"I'll figure out what to do about the rice." Her voice was steady. An ordinary person would be furious to see their brother beaten like this, but Jiang Xing had seen even more bloody scenes in the apocalypse.

She placed the calf on the hay bed, turned to look at Zhang Shi, and saw that the old lady's left arm was swollen and dislocated. She could tell from the touch that it was dislocated.

"Grandma, just bear with it."

Jiang Xing pressed down on Zhang's shoulder with one hand and grasped her wrist with the other, pushing and pulling her.

A snap.

Zhang groaned, a layer of cold sweat breaking out on her forehead, but she could move her arm.