After marrying the fierce god, her handsome young husband was pampered to the extreme.

Three years later.

In a small village in Hongfeng County, under the jurisdiction of Huzhou, the golden light of dusk shines down on the world, wisps of smoke rise from the chimneys, and a few crowings of roosters and barking of dogs are heard, yet the scene is peaceful.

Under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village, two children were clinging to a tall, upright man, one on each side.

Even in tattered hemp clothing, the man's handsome face could not be concealed.

"Brother Shuisheng, please, come with us to pick bayberries in the mountains tomorrow," said one of the five-year-old boys. "We can get ten coins a pound in the county town."

Le Haochuan pinched the child's chubby cheek and refused with a forced smile, "No."

The young man opened his big, dark, grape-like eyes and whimpered, "Eek..."

"Being cute won't work."

Another slightly older boy said, "Brother Shuisheng, we want to save money to buy a winter coat for his uncle in May. Could you please help us?"

Song Wuyue nodded, "I promise, I won't run around."

"May, Shouyan, stop bothering Shuisheng." At this moment, a husband shouted from afar, "Shuisheng, ignore them, they're both too old for anyone."

Song Wuyue was shocked. "Little Daddy is here." He tugged at Le Haochuan's sleeve and pleaded in a low voice, "Please, Brother Shuisheng."

Le Haochuan thought expressionlessly, "This guy in the world is way too good at acting cute."

He almost agreed.

Zhou Shouyan is only eight years old this year and has already started his formal education, attending a private school in the next village.

"Brother Shuisheng, we promise we'll do whatever you say once we're in the mountains, so please take us there."

"Yes, yes, Brother Shuisheng, even Daddy's winter coat isn't warm enough. What are we going to do this winter?" Song Wuyue squeezed out two tears and looked at the man pitifully.

Under the earnest pleas of the two children, Le Haochuan could only sigh and say, "Come and meet at the big locust tree after breakfast tomorrow."

Song Wuyue cheered, "Great!"

At this moment, Song Wuyue's stepfather also came over. "Shuisheng, what did you promise these two little rascals this time?"

"Take them to pick bayberries," Le Haochuan said truthfully.

"Those wild bayberries aren't easy to pick, little glutton," Song Fulang asked somewhat embarrassedly, "Won't this be too much trouble for you?"

Le Haochuan said, "...No."

Song Wuyue ran over to help Song Fulang carry things; the little child was very diligent.

Song Fulang was the one who had rescued him from the river. He himself was a man with a tragic fate. His husband had been away on the front lines for many years without any news, and he had raised Song Wuyue all by himself.

"See you tomorrow, Brother Shuisheng." Song Wuyue waved to him.

Zhou Shouyan bowed respectfully and said, "Brother Shuisheng, farewell."

After Song Wuyue and Zhou Shouyan were picked up by Song's husband, Le Haochuan slowly walked towards the thatched cottage.

When Le Haochuan was seriously injured, he could barely breathe. The other villagers thought it was bad luck and no one dared to come forward to help him.

It was Song Fulang who, seeing his armor, guessed that he, like her husband, was also a soldier in the Northern Army, and couldn't bear not to help.

Some villagers laughed at him, saying things like, "Don't let him save a deserter," or "Maybe Song's husband is indecent and has taken a fancy to this good-looking man."

Song Fulang was righteous and felt that he was upright and had nothing to fear, so he never paid any attention to these words.

It was simply a case of a widow taking in a man of unknown origin, which was rather unseemly to be told, so the village chief took it upon himself to send the man to the thatched hut.

Only one old man, surnamed Xue, lived in the thatched cottage. He had a very eccentric temper.

He initially refused to treat Le Haochuan no matter what, but later changed his mind for some unknown reason.

After that, he lived with Old Man Xue.

"Where's the wine I told you to get?" Old Xue disliked Le Haochuan, finding fault with everything he did.

Old Xue wasn't actually old, probably only in his forties, but he had a full head of white hair, so much so that everyone would overlook his appearance at first glance.

Le Haochuan threw the wine gourd from his waist over.

Old Xue caught the wine pot steadily, took two sips of wine, and said, "Go drink the medicine that's been brewed inside."

Le Haochuan stepped into the house.

He was poisoned.

To be precise, his current body has been poisoned.

Without an antidote, he will die suddenly.

Old Xue also taught him a set of exercises. Every time he gave him pointers, he would pretend to be impatient, but every word he said hit the nail on the head.

The two don't usually communicate much.

Over the past three years, Le Haochuan has become increasingly taciturn.

Everything that happened after he opened his eyes told him that he could never go back.

Since things have come to this point, there is no other way but to accept our fate.

The next morning, Song Fulang waited for him under the big locust tree with his two children.

"Shuisheng, I made some pancakes for the three of you to eat on the road." Song Fulang had a cloth bag in the basket on his arm, which contained pancakes made of white flour.

Song's family was in dire straits. He was an orphan, and his husband's family was large and the elders were not kind. They treated the couple like livestock.

The couple did the dirtiest and most tiring work at home, but they never got to eat or drink the best food.

Later, Song's husband had a child, but he was still mistreated and almost lost the child once.

Her husband couldn't bear to see him suffer like this any longer, so he cruelly separated from the family.

Just as the couple's life was about to improve, a conscription order came down, and her husband rushed to the northern border before Song Wuyue was even born.

It has been five years since the two separated.

Mr. Song lived a hard life relying on his few acres of meager land.

They usually wouldn't even eat white flour pancakes themselves, but today they made four of them in one go.

Song Fulang shoved the basket of pancakes into Le Haochuan's hands. "Don't go hungry. One pancake is enough for the two kids. You can have the rest yourself."

Song Fulang was the first act of kindness Le Haochuan had shown since arriving here, and he was somewhat at a loss for words.

Song Wuyue pulled Le Haochuan, "Brother Shuisheng, hurry up, hurry up! We saw a lot of people picking bayberries on our way here."

Although wild bayberries in the mountains are expensive, they are very rare. If you pick a few more, I will pick a few less. Therefore, every bayberry season, the number of people going up the mountain is always increasing.

Le Haochuan handed the basket to Zhou Shouyan, "Here you go."

Zhou Shouyan obediently did as instructed.

He grabbed a child by the back of the collar with each hand and used his lightness skill to fly into the mountains and forests.

When they arrived at their destination, Song Wuyue felt as if her face had been frozen by the wind.

He rubbed his face and began searching for mountain produce.

Not only bayberries, but also wood ear mushrooms, tree mushrooms, wild yams... all of these can be sold for money.

Few people come to the deep mountains, so the vegetation is extremely tall and there are many mountain products.

This was Song Wuyue's main reason for begging the man to take her into the mountains.

No one else in the village can fly, but he can not only fly, he can also fight.

It would be even better if we found some rare and valuable herbs.