Chapter 17: This Is His Wife, He Must Care For Her! (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The autumn harvest was over and the grain had been harvested but had not been dried. In fact, some of it had not been threshed. So all the men in the Qing River Brigade were still busy. Many of the women and children who were not involved in the harvest were busy in their private plots, or searching for wild herbs in preparation for winter.

Gu Qingyao took out the small fishing net from her interspace and followed the stream. She found several spots in which the water was deeper. After a busy three hours, she had only caught ten over kilograms of fish.

They were all small fish. The largest was only palm-sized and did not even weigh one kilogram.

There were a few that were half the size of her palm, and the remainder were even smaller.

Gu Qingyao took two palm-sized grass crap from her interspace, followed by seven or eight fish about half the size of her palm.

She did not dare to take out any bigger fish. It was impossible to find big fish in a stream like that.

She cleaned the small fish on the riverbank, releasing the especially small ones into the water. She had only about ten kilograms of fish left. By the time she gutted them, there was even less.

After she kept all these things in her interspace, she went around looking for wild herbs, mushrooms, and fungus.

Two hours later, the sun was setting. Gu Qingyao picked up her things and prepared to go home.

She took a look at the traps by the stream and found that she had been lucky enough to trap a wild chicken.

Gu Qingyao looked at the items in her hand, and took half a basket of wild herbs from her interspace. She had wild herbs and the like in her interspace, which she had happened to acquire on her travels in her previous life.

Then she took out two kilograms of wild mushrooms and a kilogram of fresh fungus. Lastly, she took out a large bunch of shepherd’s purse and placed them together with the shepherd’s purse that she had dug out earlier. Now she had enough to make a batch of dumplings when she got back!

After some thought, she brought out twenty over wild chicken eggs, then contentedly brought all these things back.

She had just climbed the hill when she heard a familiar voice call, “Yao Yao!”