Quick Wear: Another day of being criticized for falling in love at first sight

Chapter 745: The Hunter Lady is the Savior of the Powerful Official 6

Miaomiao's arrival made Uncle Zhou's hands tremble. His throat rolled for a long time before he groaned heavily after a while.

"Your life is harder than a mountain walnut."

Miaomiao smiled, knowing that this was the concern of her elders. After all, during the years when the original owner was heartbroken, the people in the village were silently trying their best to help her.

Seeing that Miaomiao was fine, Uncle Zhou naturally started talking about business.

He pointed to the neat pine logs next to him, the newly felled wood still holding its bark.

"As soon as the rain stopped, I had someone cut some thatch for you. The thatch is also freshly cut from the mountain. Originally, I thought I would only help you mend the roof and tidy up for a day, and then give you the rest of the money later.

Now that your house has collapsed, you have to rebuild it.

It would take two days to tamp the foundation and build the earthen wall, one day to put up the beams and cover the tiles, another day to build the fence and the cellar, a total of five days.

I don't want any wages, but those guys need to make a living, so just give me whatever you think is appropriate. The materials can also be deducted from this. I will also get you a bed and a table, and I will prepare both rooms for you.

However, you may not be able to get the money back."

Rebuilding a house requires more materials than just repairing the roof.

Originally, most villagers provided the materials themselves and invited people to come and help build the house, and they would only need to be responsible for the food for the day.

But Miaomiao's cooking is considered the worst in the village, so forget it...

I originally wanted to save some money for my child, but I can't do that.

"Uncle Zhou, thank you for your help."

Uncle Zhou raised his hand, picked up the pipe beside him and knocked it against the sole of his shoe, then turned and looked at the sturdy young man behind him.

"Shunzi! Go call your third and fourth uncles and have them bring their planes and saws. One hour is a good time, so let's get started."

When Miaomiao walked into the mountains under the clear afternoon sun, Uncle Zhou was digging the soil in the yard with a hoe, and the sounds of his apprentices ramming earth walls drifted over through the bamboo forest.

Although her cooking is not very good, she is good at hunting.

Miaomiao held the shiny hunting bow in her hand and kicked away the ferns on the roadside that were still covered with water droplets with the tip of her shoes. There were particularly clear hoof prints on the muddy ground after the rain.

This indicated that there were traces of animal life nearby. Miaomiao directly chose a valley that was sheltered from the wind and facing the sun, tied a hemp rope soaked in salt water around an old pine tree, covered the mechanism with dead branches, and then continued to look for prey and set traps.

These are all mechanisms that humans can avoid.

An hour later, the muffled sound of prey struggling was heard in the valley. Miaomiao parted the grass and saw a half-grown musk deer digging the ground with its head raised, and the noose was deeply engraved on its hind legs.

As a member of the Holy Mother clan, Miaomiao also does not like killing.

But some things have to be done. At least now her life is unstable and these are her sources of income.

Only after the linen clothes on her waist were painted red again did Miaomiao return to the village carrying the prey.

I saw Uncle Zhou squatting beside the newly built wall foundation and talking to the land.

"Uncle, save this for you guys to add to your dishes!"

Miaomiao threw the prey to the ground. The musk deer's hooves were still twitching, but the eyes of several young disciples lit up instantly.

They live off the land, but opportunities to hunt are rare, and now there's a fish this big...

Uncle Zhou knocked his pipe aside and said that it was not necessary, but his hands had already skillfully picked up the musk deer to see whether it was fat or thin.

"Okay, stew some meat for them tonight. This will give them some strength so they can repair your house sooner."

Miaomiao nodded, and told Uncle Zhou that she was going to town today and would not be back at night. Then she carried the remaining prey to the butcher shop in town.

Of course, since her hands were clumsy, she wanted to eat wontons from the wonton stall on the corner of the town.

This time Miaomiao didn't ask for anything, but still several dozen coins went into her pocket.

Miaomiao was not prepared to let herself down, so she ate three bowls of wontons to fill her empty stomach, and then went to another inn in the town.

She had an inexplicable intuition that the inn would no longer have any business in the middle of the night.

No, it should be safe.

Miaomiao went to the "Yingkelou" on West Street. The weather was good, so there were not many people staying there.

This time, Miaomiao did not stay in the small and narrow ear room, but bargained directly with the shopkeeper and stayed in an upper room for eighty cents.

"Girl, in the east wing on the second floor, you can open the window and see the vegetable garden in the backyard.

Keep doors and windows closed at night."

The shopkeeper seemed to be hesitant to speak, but this was all he could say. It was obvious that he knew what happened in the inn next door last night.

Miaomiao opened the door. The room was very clean. The carved bed was covered with a blue printed quilt, and there was a half-opened jasmine plant on the windowsill. There was a table and chairs, and it looked much more comfortable.

Miaomiao put down the backpack, took out the iron bar from it, and weighed it in her hand.

She probably needs a sword or a stick that will make her look more powerful.

With the support of martial arts, Miaomiao was somewhat excited.

"I have a feeling that tonight won't be too peaceful. Perhaps I can rob the rich and help the poor?

I want a long sword now, of course a long stick or a spear would be nice too, but I’m short of money…”

Baobao has been watching his host for several days. It feels like his host has become a bit reckless after returning from the interstellar plane.

Maybe he would be shy in the past, but now when he talks about robbing someone, he talks about it as if he wants to have a drink. No, he even seems eager to try it.

I've already started thinking about what to buy after the robbery is over...

"...Neither the system nor the rules of certain planes will allow you to actively rob, Miaomiao."

Bombshell tried to calm his host down.

“So I didn’t take the initiative. I was just like Jiang Taigong fishing, waiting for those who are willing to take the bait.

If I get it, I'm lucky, but if I don't, it's my fate. But I really hope someone will give me money today.

After all, I am now among the poor...

I can't just sit there and wait for the child of luck to come and give me money as a thank you, right?"

Miaomiao teased Baobao, but she couldn't really explain what she was thinking. She just felt that tonight would definitely not be peaceful.

Of course, as long as she can defeat them, Miaomiao doesn't mind robbing the rich and helping the poor against these men in black.

If she can't beat them, there's nothing she can do. She has to protect herself first, and then help them report the case.

Miaomiao didn't say much and didn't stop to rest during the day. In the evening, Miaomiao lay on the bed and fell asleep.

As dusk fell over the carved window lattices of the welcoming building, Xiao Yunzhou, the son of destiny mentioned lightly by Miaomiao, was reading the "Spring and Autumn Annals" by the window, with a half-finished letter under the green bamboo paperweight.

Xiao Yunzhou ran his finger over the four words "I deserve to be punished" on the bamboo slips with an expressionless face. His mind was still recalling the disaster that took the lives of his parents two years ago.

Whenever he thought of it, his heart ached. He missed his dignified and elegant mother, his loving but strict father, and his two brothers who always loved him at home. But after that disaster, he was the only one who survived.

Although he has no worries about food and clothing, he suffers from the burning fire in his heart every day. Perhaps only when all the sinners are dead and all the grievances in his family are cleared up can his unbearable pain be relieved?

Xiao Yunzhou sighed lightly. The identity of a "merchant" was like a shackle, which made him breathe cautiously.

"Son."

A Lu knocked lightly on the door, his dark suit still stained with a little dampness from the evening.

"I have checked and found that Mr. Zhang from the Summer Resort has never left the mansion."

Xiao Yunzhou nodded without any expression.

After something happened to his family, this kind of avoidance seemed understandable, and he could tolerate it.

"I understand. You can go down and have a rest."

Xiao Yunzhou put the book down and prepared to finish the letter he had not finished writing before.

But I saw A Lu still standing inside the door, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"what happened?"

"Sir, I just saw that girl downstairs."