C4 (1/2)

Nightfall.

Ning Yan opened her eyes and looked at the stars on the roof. She took a deep breath and sighed at the poverty of this family, the roofs were all open-air, tomorrow she would have to fix the roof, if it was raining, her current body would have a cold.

Rustle, rustle, rustle …

Footsteps came from outside the window as Ning Yan suddenly sat up. She carefully put on her clothes and slowly got off the bed. She then stretched out her hand, broke off the table leg and used it to protect herself.

He stood sideways in front of the door, watching as a blade came in from the outside. A vulgar looking man with a long hairy nose and a lecherous smile on his face pushed open the door and looked right into Ning Yan's cold gaze.

”Young Lady Ning is still awake? Were you waiting for me? ” The man with the worm on his head didn't notice the danger in Ning Yan's eyes at all. He rubbed his hands together and walked inside the house.

Ning Yan looked at the person in front of him. The Cripple's appearance was wretched, and had matched up with the person in her memories. Wasn't she the man that the original owner told him about? Cripple Yang? ”

”Yes, yes, Young Lady is still thinking about men. At such a young age, you can already create your own child. How do you want to cooperate, Second Brother will let you have a good time?” As Lame Yang spoke, he began to touch his own body and arms, his actions were extremely vulgar, if any ancient woman saw this, she would probably cry out of embarrassment.

Ning Yan's eyes twitched, and his hand lost some control. She swung the stick in his hand, and smashed the back of Lame Yang's head. Cripple rolled her eyes, and directly laid on the ground.

Ning Yan exhaled, and looked down at Cripple's clothes. There wasn't even a patch on him, his eyes lit up, and he pulled off Cripple's outer clothes and pants.

He took a look at Cripple Yang and his eyes contained a bit more disdain. The pork ribs in the market were more than this person's flesh, yet this man still dared to sneak an attack. Was he not afraid of using it too much?

Picking up Cripple, who only had one piece of clothing left, he walked onto the village street and tied him to the stone mill.

Thus, she broke a willow branch from the tree at the side and lashed it against Cripple's white flesh. After the pattern on Cripple's fat body changed into a thin piece of flesh, Ning Yan felt really comfortable and returned home humming a song.

A look at the clothes on the ground and the shiny silver knife made him smile. Only the heavens knew how poor this family was. They didn't even have proper tools, and even their axes were so rusty that they were difficult to use. Now, they had a knife.

”Tsk …” Ning Yan believed that her future days would get better and better.

She took a look at the clothes on the ground, picked them up and threw them into the yard. She dug a hole under the tree, buried them, and used the dirty clothes again.

After she finished all of these things, Ning Yan rubbed her stomach, hungry.

He sharpened the dagger in his hand to become sharper on the grindstone, then picked up the wild chicken that was tied to the kitchen with vines, and waved the dagger towards the wild chicken.

Just that, there were no seasonings in the house, it was difficult for a beautiful woman to cook. Ning Yan's culinary skills were much worse than a chef's, if there were no seasonings, she would not be able to cook anything delicious.

He rubbed his starved stomach and dragged his weak legs towards the river, where he ate a few lotus leaves and prepared to make a lotus leaf for a chicken.

When he got home, he took the internal organs out of the chicken's stomach and stuffed it with some wild vegetables from the back mountain. He rolled the chicken up with yellow mud, wrapped it with lotus leaves and started roasting it in the pit.

There were very few sparks left in the courtyard. After a long while, Ning Yan extinguished the sparks and walked back towards the house, waking up the sleeping Little Bun.

The two of them did not eat dinner. If they let Little Bun sleep until dawn while starving, that would be a form of abuse.

”Mother?”

Hearing Little Bun's gentle voice after he had woken up, Ning Yan's heart softened as he pulled out a smile and said as gently as he could, ”Eat something before you sleep.”

”Mom, am I dreaming?”

Ning Yan's movements froze. Seems like she still had a long way to go before raising the bun. She said faintly: ”Guess!”

Ning Yan naturally knew why Little Bun had asked him such a question. Since sshe was young, he was already used to being abused.

”…” Ning was even more confused now. Perhaps he really was dreaming!

If he wasn't dreaming, why would his mother say such strange words?

Faintly following Ning Yan to the courtyard, they watched as Ning Yan dug out a ball of dirt from the ground.