I picked up skill fragments in the demon world

Chapter 42: Mysterious Memories in the Bloodline

The next day,

Zhang Chen chopped up meat to feed the falcon, then returned to the cave and placed the falcon on the prepared架子 (jià zi - frame/stand), beginning to organize and inspect the honey in the jars.

As Zhang Chen opened the honey jars, the bumblebees building their nests seemed to detect a signal, and they immediately took flight, swarming towards Zhang Chen's jars, startling him into using his sleeves to swat the bumblebees away. He then scooped a bit of honey from a jar with his finger and flung it onto a nearby rock, attracting the bumblebees to feed, which gave Zhang Chen the opportunity to transfer the honey into a single jar.

"Next, the most important thing for me is to excavate the ancient tomb, then collect honey to deal with the rent increase, and most importantly, to improve my skills."

Zhang Chen finished organizing the honey and calculated the time; it was now late morning, when the Yang energy was at its peak, the best time to enter the tomb and dig.

Zhang Chen, carrying his equipment, arrived at the underground cave, carefully inspected it, and found nothing unusual, nor did he see any small animals. So, he picked up the Luoyang shovel and went down, starting today's great work of excavating the frozen earth.

Chiseling, loading, transporting; as he dug into the extremely cold permafrost layer, the Luoyang shovel had basically lost its effectiveness.

The cave remained cold, and soon the hammer was covered in a layer of frost. Zhang Chen had to wrap himself in animal skins to prevent the cold from invading his body.

In fact, although Zhang Chen's bloodline had mutated, it didn't help him excavate the ancient tomb at all. His strength hadn't increased, his patience hadn't increased, and he didn't have the ability to resist the cold or heat. It seemed that the bloodline mutation only gave him the ability to control blood, and nothing more.

However, Zhang Chen had mastered the ability to control the flow of blood, which could speed up blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and accelerate the speed of blood circulation to provide nutrition and strength. Zhang Chen's endurance had indeed increased, but correspondingly, the power consumed by Zhang Chen's blood was much faster.

After excavating for a morning, Zhang Chen stewed meat directly outside the pit. After eating his fill, he continued to chisel away at the soil.

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Around three o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Chen stopped his movements and looked at the golden finger panel:

[Name: Zhang Chen]

[Skill 1 (Second Order): Light of the True God (0/5000)]

[Skill 2 (Unranked): Dragon Qi (0/2000)]

[Skill 3 (Unranked): Blood Control (0/100000)]

[Points: 4690]

"I only dug up forty-odd points in a day, how strange! Logically speaking, shouldn't the experience points increase as I enter deeper into the cave? Why are the experience points decreasing?"

Zhang Chen was puzzled, he couldn't understand the reason.

Why is it like the stone tablet, with the dropped experience points decreasing?

"I don't know why, but after I chisel open the tomb, I'll go in and check it out."

Zhang Chen didn't delve into it. He now only hoped that the tomb could give him some strength, so he could gather five thousand experience points first and level up Skill 1.

For him, the hope of restraining the fox spirit, suppressing the fox spirit, and being carefree from now on all rested on the great tomb.

"Collecting experience points has slowed down. Perhaps I can find some other ways, such as stealing the golden page from the fox spirit next door."

Zhang Chen had some small thoughts, but after thinking about it, he gave up. He didn't want to provoke the fox spirit now. It was hard enough to get the fox spirit to let him go, so why would he ask for trouble?

Who knew if the fox spirit had tampered with the golden page?

Excavating the tomb to level up was slower, but it was safe. Zhang Chen was now focused on safety and didn't want to take any risks.

Zhang Chen brushed the dust off his body, then walked out of the tomb and went to the stream to wash up. However, looking at the increasingly dry stream, Zhang Chen revealed a hint of surprise. The stream was now only two meters wide, and he could clearly see the bottom while standing on the bank, seeing the fish swimming around, unaware of the danger to come.

"The water level is dropping so fast! Such a rapid drop in water level is obviously abnormal. I'm afraid a great disaster is coming."

Zhang Chen stood on the bank with a grim expression.

Many people would wonder why, during a great disaster year when the people's grain harvests failed, they didn't go to the water to catch fish or to the mountains to catch animals?

In fact, this idea is too narrow. The culprit of the great disaster year is drought. The drought caused all the grass and trees in the mountains to wither, and the animals couldn't survive, having to migrate or starve to death. The villagers' crops in the fields yielded nothing due to the drought, and they had nothing to eat, not even grass roots or tree bark, so they had to leave their homes and seek a way to survive.

As for fishing?

In such a great disaster year, even the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers would probably dry up. Where would there be fish?

If the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers didn't dry up, with the strong water vapor evaporation from the rivers, there would always be rainfall, and there wouldn't be such a great drought.

So, once a drought occurs, basically everyone can't survive, not only humans and crops, but also the grass and trees, animals in the mountains, and the streams and fish, all have the same fate.

"I need to prepare early."

Zhang Chen looked at the somewhat dry yellow leaves in the mountains, took a knife and cut some green grass, then went to check the traps, harvested two wild ducks, and headed home.

Zhang Chen had many things to consider. He had to consider how to feed his bumblebees during the great disaster year. The bumblebees would probably not survive the great disaster year. He also had to consider the chickens and ducks at home, and his stepmother and little sister.

"This world is really forcing people to go crazy."

Zhang Chen muttered, returning home and feeding the grass bundles to the roe deer, then starting to prepare the meals for dinner.

Zhang Chen didn't eat meat for dinner, but instead made clay pot rice.

Clay pot rice was first invented by Zhang Chen, and then after the fox spirit came, it was learned by the fox spirit next door.

After feeding the leftover rice to the pheasants and wild ducks, Zhang Chen lay on the bed and began to close his eyes to rest:

"I haven't seen my stepmother and little sister for some days, I don't know how they are doing. I should take the time to see them tomorrow."

Zhang Chen lay on the bed, drowsy. He had been feeling hot and restless for some time, unable to sleep well at night. However, as the pain had lessened in recent days and the transformation seemed to be nearing its end, Zhang Chen had been able to take short naps every day.

Zhang Chen fell asleep groggily. The crystal core wandering in his bloodline continued to flicker. Suddenly, at a certain moment, the movement of the crystal core stopped, quietly suspended in Zhang Chen's body. Then, the void around the crystal core began to distort, seeming to turn into a bottomless pit, swallowing Zhang Chen's blood around his body like a whale. In just a few breaths, it had completely devoured Zhang Chen's blood, leaving not a single drop on Zhang Chen's body. At this time, Zhang Chen's breathing remained steady, and he didn't seem to notice the changes in his body.

After three breaths, the crystal core vibrated slightly and began to spit out Zhang Chen's blood again. Soon, the blood flowed back, circulating around Zhang Chen's body.

After circulating nine times in this way, nine mysterious runes appeared on the crystal core. Then, the strange symbols shattered, turning into illusory phantoms. Within them, there seemed to be wind, rain, thunder, and lightning flowing, and even terrifying figures clashing in the blood-red river. Countless streams of information rushed into Zhang Chen's soul.

Zhang Chen had a dream. He dreamed that he seemed to have transformed into a figure surrounded by a blood-colored aura, fighting against an unclear opponent. A blood-red river flowed around him, and the endless beings turned into dried corpses wherever the blood-red river passed, their blood plundered by the blood river.

The man on the opposite side couldn't see his face clearly, but he kept forming hand seals, suppressing his blood river.

The two fought for an unknown length of time. Zhang Chen only felt that he seemed to be dead, his body shattered into powder, leaving only a severed palm, buried deep in a wilderness.

With the changes of time, after an unknown number of years, the palm underwent inexplicable changes and actually evolved into a jade-like material. Within it, true blood re-converged and actually gave birth to intelligence.

Then, one day, a tall man came. The man was hazy, as if Zhang Chen couldn't see his face clearly across time and space. He just felt that the man was very sad, sad to the extreme, so much so that even the world was infected by the man's emotions, emitting bursts of wailing.

Then, he was taken away and came to a cemetery. The man slapped his palm, and the jade powder around Zhang Chen kept falling, turning into the shape of a tombstone, and then it was pressed in front of a large tomb.

In a trance, Zhang Chen seemed to see a strangely shaped dragon and a woman dressed in simple coarse linen clothes.

The woman was lying in a huge log coffin, three meters long, hollowed out, just enough to accommodate a person lying in it.

The expression on the woman's face was peaceful and very quiet, as if she was asleep. Her beautiful face made the world lose its color.

That dragon was even stranger. Its body was covered in countless wounds, as if it had been subjected to a thousand cuts. Many of its scales had been torn off, leaving bloody and gruesome wounds. Its horns were broken, and it had lost two of its claws. The remaining two claws were also covered in countless hideous cracks.

The man looked at the woman lying in the wooden coffin and the divine dragon for a long time, speechless. After an unknown amount of time, the man began to cast spells to arrange the tomb. The strangely shaped dragon was buried in front of the woman's coffin, as if guarding her safety.

"Bang!" Suddenly, a sound like a basin falling to the ground came from next door, startling Zhang Chen awake from his dream.

"What a vivid dream! But it's a bit strange. Did I dream about the origin of the stone tablet?"

Zhang Chen suddenly sat up, his eyes looking out the window. At this time, the sky had completely darkened. The sound of pots and pans clanging came from next door. Before, it was the chopping board falling on the ground that had startled Zhang Chen awake.

The neighbors were making rice, and the clanging sound seemed louder than usual.

Zhang Chen sat alone in the darkness for a while. Then, he became annoyed by the continued banging and walked over to the wall. He suddenly realized that it seemed like a long time since he had last peeked through the wall. He wondered how far the fox spirit had recovered.

He quietly widened the crack in the wall and saw the white-furred fox was cooking, while the scholar Zhang Chen was nowhere to be seen, obviously not back yet.

Zhang Chen's eyes looked at the beautiful girl. The other party's soul had actually condensed a bit more. Now she looked like a real person, and you couldn't tell at all that she was made of a soul.

"The fox spirit's strength has recovered quite a bit." Zhang Chen stared at the fox spirit for a while, then scanned the entire room. Seeing no experience points dropping from the neighboring house, he slowly blocked the hole and sat back on the bed. Suddenly, he was stunned: "It doesn't hurt anymore! I don't hurt anymore! The burning sensation inside my body is gone."

Zhang Chen's eyes were filled with surprise, his gaze full of joy. He carefully sensed the blood in his body and saw that the rice-grain-sized crystal nucleus had now turned into a sphere, a smooth and flawless sphere. It was no longer the polygonal crystal of before, and it was now quietly flowing in his body.

Zhang Chen 'looked at' the sphere. As his heart moved, the crystal sphere turned, constantly shuttling through the blood, like a fish swimming non-stop.

"This is my second life!" Zhang Chen adapted for a while and found that he could not find any abilities by urging the crystal stone, so he stopped sensing it. Instead, he lay on the bed and began to doze, while pondering the inheritance memory in his previous dream. However, at this time, the memory was fragmented and needed to be sorted out. It would take some time to fully analyze it.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Chen, while sorting out his dream, felt drowsy. Only one thought flashed before he fell asleep:

"Now that my body is better, I should go see my mother and little sister and send them the robes."

The next day, Zhang Chen went into the mountains to hunt, inspected the traps, and caught a wild duck, a rabbit, and a pheasant. After collecting honey and feeding the bumblebees, he did not continue to excavate the ancient tomb. Instead, he cut some green grass, turned around, and went down the mountain to prepare to visit his mother and little sister.

Returning home, he fed the green grass to the roe deer. After the roe deer finished eating the green grass, Zhang Chen carried the wild duck and rabbit he had hunted today and led the roe deer out of the gate.

Since his family had suffered the disaster of the fox spirit, he had not seen his stepmother and little sister for a long time. It wasn't that he didn't want to go, but he was afraid that his visit would attract the fox spirit's attention, and then his entire family, old and young, would be wiped out.

Moreover, at that time, he didn't have any extra food to take out, so he didn't go to visit.

Zhang Chen led the roe deer, carrying the wild ducks, and attracted much attention along the way. However, passersby only looked at him with envy and didn't say much. Now, the world hasn't fallen into chaos yet. It has been a peaceful and prosperous era for sixty years, and the imperial dynasty's laws and regulations are above everyone's heads. No one dares to challenge the imperial court's authority.

The Dasheng Dynasty's laws are strict, not much worse than the Qin laws of the previous life. Moreover, it also adopts a joint liability system, so there are few who commit adultery and wrongdoing.

However, in this era, imperial power does not extend to the countryside. In some remote areas, the emperor's power simply cannot be taken into account, so it will give some people the opportunity to exploit loopholes, such as those who forge knives and swords.

If it were forged in the county seat, I'm afraid someone would have reported it long ago, ensuring that your entire family, up and down, would be left with nothing, that every egg would be broken, and that every ant nest would be poured with hot water and scalded to death.

His stepmother's village was behind the mountain, and Zhang Chen's village was in front of the mountain.

The front and back of the mountain are not far apart. Thinking of his stepmother, Zhang Chen couldn't help but smile wryly. To be honest, his stepmother had treated him well enough.

In the blurry memories of his youth, around the age of five, his father took him, his older sister, and his baby little sister out of a very, very large house. They were escorted by a group of people to a cold and barren place to herd horses and cattle. Then, his father did not know what means he used, but he left the pasture not long after and came to this small village.

His father was a foreigner, and his arrival in this place was quite conspicuous. In order to take root here, he did not know how he hooked up with the widow behind the mountain. Then, the two sides took advantage of the situation and held a wedding. From then on, his father was considered half a local, and he took Zhang Chen to live in the widow's house behind the mountain.

In the following year, the family lived in harmony. Although life was not filled with meat and fish, it was still passable. The family gradually added two more people. The widow gave birth to a boy for his father. Although the family's life was tight, there was constant laughter.

Until the age of eight, Zhang Chen's biological father went into the mountains to hunt and was bitten by a beast. Because there was no medicine to fight inflammation and disinfect, he eventually failed to survive three months later, leaving his mother to support the four siblings.

Zhang Chen was the second oldest of the three siblings. He had an older sister who was five years older and a younger sister who was three years younger. After his stepmother married his cheap father, she gave birth to a younger brother who was five years younger.

After Zhang Chen's father died, he only left the orphaned widow and children a dilapidated house and worthless bottles and jars.

After his father died, Zhang Chen's stepmother led the four siblings through hard times, relying entirely on her stepmother's mending and patching.

Then, when Zhang Chen was a little older, after being raised by his stepmother for four years, and being able to often hunt prey in the mountains with Wang Wu, he was kicked out to live separately. Then, Zhang Chen returned to his old and dilapidated thatched hut and became neighbors with Zhang Chen next door.

"To be honest, my stepmother is very good. After my father died, she still raised me for four years, raised me up, and kicked me out only when she saw that I could hunt with Wang Wu. That is already a great kindness. Moreover, my little sister is still being raised in my stepmother's house. My stepmother's family has no fields and relies entirely on working for others to make a living. It is conceivable how difficult it is to support four children alone," Zhang Chen muttered.

Although he was kicked out by his stepmother, he only felt gratitude and no resentment towards his stepmother.

As for his older sister, two years ago, when Zhang Chen was thirteen years old, the Dasheng Dynasty conscripted for service. As the male in the family, Zhang Chen had no choice but to go. His older sister couldn't bear to see her young brother die, and she didn't know what she did, but she brought back a large sum of silver to exempt him from labor. However, from that day on, his older sister disappeared from the family. Zhang Chen's service was also canceled.

At that time, Zhang Chen didn't understand. His stepmother said that his older sister had abandoned him to go find their mother. Zhang Chen believed it at the time and was filled with hatred for his older sister. Now that he thought about it carefully, there were probably many tricks in it, and the result may not have been good. How could his older sister, a weak woman, have obtained such a large sum of money?

Zhang Chen didn't dare to think too much!

Zhang Chen bypassed the back mountain and came to the village behind the mountain. The village behind the mountain was called Liwan Village. There were more than 300 households in the village, which was considered a large village. His stepmother's house was not on the edge of the village, but in the central core location of the village.

However, before Zhang Chen entered the village, he saw a thin figure squatting on the ground at the barren mountain at the head of the village, with a basket hanging on his arm, digging for wild vegetables.

The figure was very thin, wearing tattered and ill-fitting clothes. The clothes were obviously a size too big, making the figure in the clothes even thinner.

Looking at the thin back, it was like seeing a skinny monkey, wrapped in clothes, squatting on the ground and crawling around.

"Zhang Tuo (tuo) Wei!"

Zhang Chen looked at the short figure and shouted with the roe deer from afar.

The short figure paused, then turned around quickly like a monkey. After seeing Zhang Chen's face clearly, he threw away the basket and ran over like a nimble monkey. However, the 'little monkey' was wearing adult clothes, and the hem was obviously too long. Because he was running too fast, he stepped on the hem of his clothes and fell to the ground, covering his face with dust.

"Don't rush! Don't rush!" Zhang Chen felt a pang of distress when he saw the short figure fall to the ground, but because he was holding the roe deer, it was not convenient to go directly to meet him, so he could only shout loudly: "Slow down! Slow down!"

"Big brother!"

The figure ignored it, scrambling to its feet and calling out anxiously before rushing forward. As it got closer, it tried to throw itself into Zhang Chen's arms, but tripped on the hem of its clothes and fell in front of him.

“Rip~”

This time, not only did the figure fall, but there was also the sound of tearing fabric. The long-suffering hem had finally ripped.

“Big brother!”

The girl didn't care about anything else, scrambling up, covered in dust, and throwing herself into Zhang Chen's arms.

That's right, it was a girl! It's just that her name was too awful. No one knew why her old man had given a girl such an unpleasant name as 'Zhang Tuowei'.

Zhang Chen didn't mind the dust, immediately hugging the girl tightly. His voice was full of reproach as he said, “Didn't I tell you to slow down?”

The girl was covered in dust, her small face tanned black by the sun, with layers of dead skin. She looked like a traveler who had cycled the XZ route in later generations. The vicissitudes and aging were heartbreaking to see.

“How many months has it been since you came to see me?” The girl's voice was clear, her black and white eyes staring at Zhang Chen. She didn't care about the dust on her face, rubbing directly against Zhang Chen's body.

“You little rascal, you're blaming me now? I can't even survive in the front mountain, where would I have time to see you? I'm barely managing to hunt every day.” Zhang Chen patted the girl's small head good-naturedly, simply picking her up and carrying her on his shoulders. The girl's body was very light, skinny as a rake, like a skeleton.

Coupled with the large clothes, it looked like a large skull, comical and ridiculous.

“I thought you嫌弃嫌弃 me for being a burden and didn't want to come see me anymore.” The girl's voice was full of resentment.

“You little rascal, how could big brother not come to see you?” Zhang Chen comforted.

The girl's eyes darted around, looking at the roe deer behind him: “Wow, big brother, you caught a big one.”

“Want to eat it?” Zhang Chen said with a smile.

“Yes! I want it steamed! I want it braised!” The girl's eyes were fixed on the roe deer, shining brightly, wishing she could stuff it directly into her stomach. Drool even dripped onto Zhang Chen's neck.

“Zhang Tuowei, aren't you disgusting! Wipe up your drool!” Zhang Chen wiped his neck with his sleeve, full of disgust, his voice very exaggerated.

The girl didn't care, reaching out and directly rummaging through Zhang Chen's basket. The next moment, she exclaimed in surprise: “Wow, jerky! It's actually jerky! Big brother, your life is too good! No wonder you're so fair and tender, looking like a wealthy young master. So you're eating meat in the front while we're suffering in the back.”

As she spoke, she picked up a piece of jerky, not caring about the dust on her hands, and stuffed it directly into her mouth, instantly filling her cheeks, looking like a little hamster, busily puffing out her cheeks.

“Good for you, Zhang Chen, eating so well and getting fair and tender while ignoring my life and death. I worry about you all day long, afraid you won't be able to hunt and will starve to death. You little rascal have no conscience.” Zhang Tuowei simply straddled Zhang Chen's neck, swinging her legs back and forth, kicking Zhang Chen's chest.

This was Zhang Chen's first meeting with his little sister after awakening his memories from his past life. There was no sense of unfamiliarity or distance at all, after all, she was his own sister who had crawled out of the same womb as him.

“You little rascal is really too much. I was even thinking of bringing you some good things, but you're still blaming me. If I had time, how could I not come to see you?”

Zhang Chen complained unhappily, then took out a fist-sized jar from his sleeve and handed it to the girl on his shoulders. Zhang Tuowei took the bottle, initially opening it absentmindedly. She stared blankly at the crystal-clear contents, not recognizing what was inside: “What is this?”

“Just try a bite and you'll know? I wouldn't poison you, would I?” Zhang Chen's mouth was also unforgiving.

In Zhang Chen's vague memory, he remembered that Zhang Tuowei and he had eaten honey in that large house when they were young, but so many years had passed, and Zhang Tuowei was young at the time, so she had long forgotten that memory.

“It's so sweet! Honey, this is the honey that Grandpa Wang in the village talked about!” Zhang Tuowei exclaimed on Zhang Chen's neck, her dirty hands tightly gripping the bottle, afraid that the bottle of honey would fall. At this moment, Zhang Tuowei's voice was full of disbelief: “Where did you get this kind of good stuff? You can even get this rare thing? You're really rich now.”

Zhang Tuowei carefully licked a bit with the tip of her tongue while riding on Zhang Chen's neck, then capped the jar, her face full of joy: “I'll take it back for little brother and mother to eat.”

Zhang Chen remained noncommittal upon hearing this.

Carrying Zhang Tuowei, carrying the basket, Zhang Chen led the roe deer through the village, attracting frequent glances from the villagers, young and old. Some greeted Zhang Chen, while others ignored him.

Zhang Chen had lived in Liwan Village for many years. He didn't know all the villagers, but he knew about seventy or eighty percent of them.

Zhang Chen led the roe deer all the way to a dilapidated thatched hut. The outer perimeter of the hut was a wall made of mud and straw. The dilapidated hut had been ravaged by years of wind and rain, and a large hole had appeared in the side room.

The door was a fence woven from wood. At this time, looking through the cracks in the door, one could see a boy of three or four years old picking wild vegetables in the yard.

The boy was naked, his body pitch black, tanned even worse than Zhang Tuowei, and even his emaciation was no better than Zhang Tuowei's.

In the courtyard, under the scorching sun, a dark-skinned woman with an even more emaciated figure was holding a needle and thread, constantly shuttling back and forth.

The woman's clothes were ragged, even more ragged than Zhang Tuowei's, all made of countless patches sewn together. Obviously, they had been cut and altered many times, and the color had faded from washing.

“Mother, look who's here!” Zhang Tuowei rode on Zhang Chen's neck, her eyes passing over the wall, seeing the woman in the yard.

The boy picking wild vegetables stopped his movements and turned his head to look, and the dark, thin woman wielding the needle and thread also raised her head at this time.

The courtyard door opened, Zhang Chen dragging the roe deer inside. The woman's eyes swept across Zhang Chen's fair and delicate face, finally landing on the roe deer behind Zhang Chen, and she couldn't help but be stunned.

Zhang Chen closed the door, put down his little sister, then tied the roe deer to a pier on the side, and came to the woman, calling out affectionately: “Mother!”

The woman looked at Zhang Chen's fair and delicate face, obviously living a good life, then came back to her senses and said, her voice very gentle: “I was worried about you a few days ago, but now it seems you're living a good life.”

She had no resentment, her voice only filled with happiness, a kind of sincere happiness. She didn't blame Zhang Chen for raising himself so fair and tender, why he didn't care about the lives of the old and young in the family. This was her nature, gentle to the extreme. Otherwise, after her father died that year, the family's fields wouldn't have been swindled away by others.

“I encountered some troublesome things these past few days, and only had time to come over after solving them.” Zhang Chen explained, but he didn't say anything about the troublesome things, because the fox spirit was definitely not something she could solve.

The woman's face turned tense upon hearing this, and she put down the needle and thread in her hand: “Is there any misfortune? If you encounter anything, tell me, and I will never let anyone bully you.”

“It's already been resolved, it was just some small problems, Mother doesn't need to worry.” Zhang Chen said with a smile.

As he spoke, Zhang Chen pointed to the roe deer on the side: “Knowing that Mother and little brother are having a hard time, I brought a roe deer to improve your meals.”

The woman's eyes flickered upon hearing this, then she swallowed a mouthful of saliva before saying: “Better to sell it for coarse rice! How many days can a roe deer last? If it's exchanged for coarse rice and mixed with wild vegetables, it can last for half a year.”

Zhang Chen smiled upon hearing this, opened the basket, and took out the coarse rice that he had prepared long ago: “This is thirty pounds of coarse rice, enough for our family to eat for half a month. My hunting skills have improved, and I have other income now, so you don't have to worry about life in the future.”

Zhang Chen's eyes fell on the woman's hands, the bony fingers were full of calluses and wounds. It was this pair of hands that embroidered the most exquisite embroidery, supporting the three siblings for several years.

As he spoke, he took out the jerky and handed it to the boy, not minding the dust on the boy's body, and hugged the boy directly in his arms: “Little Fei, did you miss big brother? See what good things big brother brought you.”

“Meat! Meat!” Zhang Fei's eyes turned green, immediately attracted by the jerky, where did he have time to care about Zhang Chen? He reached out and pounced over.