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Not long after, the porridge in the pot was done. Wen Jingrong asked Niu Dabao to remove the firewood. She also brought out a bowl of fried flowers on top of the chicken soup for Niu Dabao and filled it to the brim. He ate some of the leftover soup and water.

The two siblings were quietly eating their porridge. Wen Jingrong saw that he had eaten enough, so she told him about fighting a mountain pig on the mountain today. Before selling the pork, she first went to find Third Uncle Li Zheng to let him know about the matter. It would be best if she could borrow the pork from the mountain from his family's yard and leave a hind leg for Uncle Li Zheng to leave behind.

Wen Jingrong agreed. In terms of relationships, she was not very good at it, so she would do whatever Niu Dabao said. Before he left, he reminded Wen Jingrong to find the Zhang butcher at the village entrance. He had more experience dealing with wild boars than Bighead did.

When his sister finally left, Niu Dabao put away his bowl and chopsticks and sighed. Having grown up with his sister, he had long since noticed the changes that had occurred to her. If it had been before, he wouldn't have needed to remind her about these things. However, ever since she woke up with a head injury, she seemed to have forgotten many things.

However, no matter how puzzled Niu Dabao was, he never would have thought that returning the dead to their souls was such a bizarre matter. He only thought of his little sister as someone who got hit in the head.

Wen Jingrong walked along the mountain path for more than 20 minutes. She first arrived at the village entrance where the butcher, Zhang Tu, had arranged to kill wild boars in the afternoon. He also knew the situation of their family. As long as Wen Jingrong had a pig's head and a pig's mouth, he wouldn't take Wen Jingrong's money.

After leaving the butcher's house, she went back to her house. In Niu Village, it was already quite a long life. He had watched many people grow up, including the couple left behind by Niu Zili and his wife, who had been crushed to death by the rafters ten years ago. Hearing Wen Jingrong's intention for coming here, the old man agreed without saying anything. He even asked his grandson to call a few capable youngsters to follow Wen Jingrong into the mountain to set up a trap.

Wen Jingrong opened her mouth, wanting to say that she didn't need to call others to do it on her own. It was a pity that Li Zhengzhi's grandson ran away as soon as he received the letter. By the time she had realized it, someone had already ran away, so she could only obediently sit in the living room and wait.

Not long after that, Niu Zhengxin brought the three youngsters back. Wen Jingrong didn't know them, but they recognized her, calling her a treasure chick. They had all heard that the trap she had dug had caught a wild boar weighing more than five hundred jin, and their eyes were filled with envy and admiration. It wasn't easy for her to drag a blind brother to live with her.

Like Niu Dabao, Wen Jingrong's physical appearance was not bad, and being called the prettiest girl in Niu Village was not excessive. If not for her words, in the future, if she were to marry someone, she would definitely bring a blind older brother into her family. However, even if they couldn't marry her, they were still willing to not show their faces in front of her. Therefore, Niu Zhengxin was able to get three helpers so quickly.

Wen Jingrong nodded to the three as a form of greeting. After bidding farewell to Li Zhengzheng, she led the three of them up the mountain. At the beginning, everyone was able to keep up with her footsteps, but the further they went up the mountain, the worse the road became. No one knew how she did it, but she didn't even have a place to land.

The three of them were shocked. At this time, Wen Jingrong also noticed their problems. Since she could handle it by herself, she left the three of them in their original spot and headed towards the trap in the cove. The three robust youngsters couldn't help but look at each other in dismay. After waiting for almost an incense's time, they vaguely saw a figure walking out from between the branches.

When that person came closer, they found out it was Wen Jingrong. She was carrying a wild boar on her back, her limbs tied up with hemp rope, and her long mouth was also tightly bound. That wild boar was very big. It weighed 500-600 pounds, yet she had to carry it all by herself. Even if it was them, carrying it would be difficult, let alone carrying it alone.

The three of them were shocked and astonished, but they were still grown up men. They hurriedly persuaded her to put down the wild boar and take a load through the boar's bound limbs to carry back to the village.

Li Zheng's house was already filled with villagers who had rushed over after hearing the news. Apart from the happy occasion that was held at home, every household only had a bite of this meat during New Year's. Although there were living creatures to hunt in the mountains, they weren't that easy to kill. If one was not an experienced hunter, no one in the village would dare enter the mountains.

The price of the pork was also agreed upon. The fat meat was thirty taels per catty, the lean meat was twenty-two taels per catty, the bones and the like were all added together. Since there were not many people in the village who used money, many people still chose to use the equivalent amount of rice to exchange for the pork. With Li Li overseeing the yard, the few shameless hooligans from Niu Village did not dare to cause trouble. Other than leaving it for Zhang Tu Hu and Li Zheng's pig head and hind legs, all the five hundred and sixty kilograms of pork were sold out in an afternoon.

Wen Jingrong gathered the 627 copper coins, carrying the bags of groceries and the leftover pieces of meat. She thanked Zhang Tu again and returned home. The copper coin was very heavy, and the rations and meat weighed about two to three hundred jin. However, she was currently very happy. With these, she would be able to save up a little more for the winter, and it wouldn't be a big problem.

On the way back, she remembered the fish basket she had set up that morning in the upper reaches of the creek. The sun had been directly on the water at noon, the fish had hidden in the crevices of the rocks, and the basket was empty. Wen Jingrong raised her head to look at the sky. It was already near dusk, so she might as well take a look along the way.

Wen Jingrong walked briskly to the edge of the stream. First she placed her things on a large rock on the shore, so as not to be bitten by ants and bitten by a mountain of pork. Then she went to the mouth of the stream to check the fish basket. Better than her luck at noon, with three palm-sized Eyebrow fish swimming leisurely in the fish basket, she happily gathered up the basket, lifted the rope from it, and went to retrieve the items on the boulder. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something floating in the pool.

Curious, she stepped closer and took a step back. She found herself floating with her back to the water. The deepest part of the pool was more than five meters deep. The children of the village often came here to swim and take shelter from the heat, disregarding the warnings of the adults. Wen Jingrong had initially thought that the villagers had accidentally drowned, so she had hurriedly went down to rescue that person.

Fortunately, there was still heat in his chest. She checked the man's nose and mouth. There was no sand blocking the way, so she made him spit on his side. After doing artificial respiration for more than ten minutes, the man finally opened his eyes.

What kind of eyes were those! It was as deep as an ancient well without any ripples. Even though she had almost lost her life, her eyes showed no signs of fear and excitement as they stared straight at Wen Jingrong's face.

Only now did she notice the luxurious clothing on his body. It was not made out of ordinary silk and was decorated with exquisite handmade embroidery, indicating that he was either a rich or a noble person. Wen Jingrong's gaze returned to that person's face. She had been in a hurry to save Wen Jingrong, so she didn't have time to pay attention to whether he was beautiful or ugly. Now that she looked at him closely, she couldn't be considered to be at a disadvantage.

Her eyebrows were like swords and her eyes were like stars; her nose was like a phoenix hanging in the sky. She had never been able to imagine what a person with such looks must look like. The white ancient Ding Peng in the crescent moon blade was probably the most beautiful man that matched those two words. But now, she finally knew.

"The shape of it is elegant and graceful, graceful like a dragon swimming in the sea, magnificent and beautiful like a spring pine." In her mind, she could not help but recall a scene from the Goddess of Luo. This was what a beautiful man should be like!