Chapter 59 of 100

Chapter 59

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Ordinary people's lives are fundamentally inseparable from the tribe. Leaving the tribe means losing their food source, and going to Yunhuang would be a death sentence.

"We'll go to the back mountain, take all the food we have, and build a treehouse there. We'll stay for a month!"

Yi Yun had already planned everything out. He couldn't be seen in public now and couldn't stay in the Lian clan tribe. The best plan was to hide in the back mountain.

The back mountain was vast, with no medicinal herbs or anything of value, so no one would go there normally.

"Go to the back mountain? But what will we do when our food runs out? Where will we go then?"

"It won't run out, Sister Xiaorou, don't worry." Yi Yun smiled slightly. He had gotten so much meat from the old man that it would last for several months. And in just one month, the Divine Nation Warrior Selection would begin. Yi Yun had no reason to worry.

At that time, he would settle all accounts clearly! Lian Chengyu, Zhao Tiezhu, Lian Cuifhua, and everyone who had bullied them—none of them would be spared!

Yi Yun, along with Jiang Xiaorou, packed their belongings, which were essentially just a bag of food and a quilt that hadn't been contaminated by cow dung, stored in the inner room. The rest of the bowls and basins were covered in cow dung and were unusable.

"Hmm? Someone's here."

Yi Yun hid, and by the moonlight, he saw several figures quietly push open the courtyard gate and enter the yard full of dog feces.

It was the neighbor, Aunt Wang, Uncle Zhou, and their daughter, Zhou Xiaoke.

Aunt Wang had often lent food to Yi Yun's family in the past. The last time Yi Yun received salted meat, he had also given a piece to Aunt Wang.

Zhou Xiaoke, Aunt Wang's daughter, was about the same age as Yi Yun. When they were young, she often followed Yi Yun around, getting herself covered in mud. But now, she had become much more reserved, with a touch of a young girl's charm.

"Xiaorou, Auntie has brought you some food. You haven't eaten all day, right..."

Seeing the yard full of dog feces, Aunt Wang felt heartache. She didn't know what illness Yi Yun had. A good child, who had been chosen by Lord Zhang just a few days ago, with everyone in the village saying Yi Yun was going to make it, and the old Yi family was about to have a bright future.

But how could it all be gone in just a few days?

The heavens truly have no eyes.

Seeing no light in the house, Aunt Wang felt a heavy heart.

"Sister Xiaorou, is Brother Yi Yun really gone?"

Outside the door, Zhou Xiaoke's voice was filled with sorrow and trembled.

Through the window, Yi Yun vaguely saw a girl about his age standing outside, with an apple-like round face and tear marks on her cheeks.

Yi Yun sighed. In the Lian clan tribe, where poverty had made people indifferent, there was still a kind-hearted aunt and a pure-hearted girl who cared about him...

When he was chosen by Zhang Yuxian, some people from the village had come to curry favor, but that didn't count. It was when everyone thought he had died of the plague that someone came to mourn him, and that was the true affection worth remembering.

Yi Yun gave Jiang Xiaorou a look.

Jiang Xiaorou understood and said, "Aunt Wang, don't come in. I've already gone to bed, and the house is a mess. There's no place for you to sit, and besides..."

Jiang Xiaorou didn't finish her sentence. Aunt Wang sighed, knowing that Jiang Xiaorou was probably worried about the plague spreading. She had to clear a spot and place the things she brought at the door.

"Xiaorou, Auntie has made you a bowl of noodle soup. It's here. Take this bowl too. Auntie is leaving now."

In poor places, there are often unscrupulous people, but there are also kind-hearted farmers. "If you respect me a foot, I'll respect you a mile." Yi Yun had given Aunt Wang salted meat, and she had brought him noodle soup. In this era, noodles were a rare delicacy.

Aunt Wang guessed that Jiang Xiaorou probably hadn't eaten since the afternoon. With the house being constantly hit by cow dung, how could they cook?

Aunt Wang put down the noodle soup and said, "Let's go."

Aunt Wang pulled Zhou Xiaoke, who had tear marks on her face, and left the courtyard quietly with Uncle Zhou.

Uncle Zhou was a taciturn man and didn't speak a word from start to finish. He had some strength, and Aunt Wang's family could barely get by thanks to him.

After Aunt Wang left, Yi Yun came to the courtyard and picked up the bowl of steaming noodle soup. These noodles were different from those on Earth; they were hand-rolled, and the short, thick noodles still bore the rough fingerprints of Aunt Wang.

"In the future, I will repay those who have helped me, and I will remember those who have harmed me."

Yi Yun said to himself, then took Jiang Xiaorou and ran to the back mountain...

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In the dead of night, Yi Yun and Jiang Xiaorou arrived at the back mountain. This was a place Yi Yun had carefully chosen, hidden and close to a water source, with a grove of large trees where they could build a treehouse.

It was already deep winter, and the mountain was cold, with frost covering the stones, and each breath formed a white mist.

Jiang Xiaorou's face was red from the cold. She huddled, rubbing her hands, and her skin was covered in goosebumps.

Even a fifteen-year-old girl, let alone a strong man from the mountains, couldn't survive a night in the deep winter. Once they fell asleep, they would surely catch a cold the next day.

They only had one quilt, and even that thin quilt was cold at home, let alone in the mountains.

"Yun'er, it's so cold. We won't last a few days," Jiang Xiaorou said, her expression bewildered. They had left home on a whim, and although the house was dilapidated, it at least provided shelter from the cold. How could they survive in the mountains?

Looking to the future, it seemed bleak.

How could they survive?

Yi Yun smiled, "Sister Xiaorou, don't worry."

Yi Yun walked to the back of a large rock and carried out a pile of firewood.

When he parted ways with the unscrupulous Old Su, it was still light. He couldn't return to the village, so he had prepared a temporary shelter here, including the firewood.

"Yun'er, you..."

Jiang Xiaorou was surprised, and at that moment, Yi Yun had already opened the fire starter and lit the firewood.

The flames roared, and the heat rose, melting some of the frost on the surrounding stones. Jiang Xiaorou felt a bit of warmth.

At this moment, when they were at their wits' end, even a little warmth made Jiang Xiaorou feel a glimmer of hope.

"Sister, look what I have."

Yi Yun smiled and took out a large package from behind the rock, slowly unwrapping it. Jiang Xiaorou looked curiously, and when the package was fully opened, she was completely stunned.

Inside the package were food, meat, vegetables, and wild fruits!

Especially the meat, which made up the majority. There were various cuts of fresh wild animals, some already skinned and others whole, piled up, weighing at least a hundred or two hundred pounds!

"Yun'er, where did you get all this?"

Jiang Xiaorou looked at Yi Yun in disbelief.

Meat is rich in fat and high in calories, making it a life-saving food in a harsh environment.

"Sister Xiaorou, don't ask. I promise you, you will live a comfortable life from now on. Our hard days are over, and whoever has bullied us, I will make them pay a hundredfold!"

Yi Yun's voice carried a hint of menace. After two months of martial arts training, his heart seemed to have become more decisive and ruthless as his strength grew.

In this world, the weak are preyed upon by the strong, and there is no law to protect them. If he tried to interact with people based on Earth's values, he wouldn't know how he would die.

Now, if it weren't for the help of the Purple Crystal, they would have been driven to a dead end long ago.

"Sister Xiaorou, watch this! Today, I will let Sister Xiaorou taste the most delicious food!"

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