Walking the Path of a Workaholic in Cliché Novels (QT) Chapter 49

The wind blew through the quiet valley, and there was only the rustling of vegetation, mixed with the sound of insects flapping their wings. An Yinong tightened his grip on the hoe and did not dare to take it lightly.

     The laughter just now was very close, as if it was right next to him, but there were only muddy puddles and sparse weeds nearby. No people, not even animals, could hide.

     “Xiao Qi,” he called to the system, “Is there something wrong with this world? I seem to hear someone laughing.”

     The system immediately inquired: “No. Was it the sound made by the wind blowing through the grass? The host misheard it?”

     Was he too worried? An Yinong, who was dubious, lowered his head and continued tossing the turtle, but this time he kept his mind outside and would look up whenever there was the slightest movement.

     Ignoring the mud on his body, An Yinong put the turtle into the bamboo basket. He felt it was inappropriate, so he put dry yellow grass leaves underneath, and then put the turtle in again. After the joy of harvest passed, An Yinong thought about the strange feeling just now.

     “There was really something,” he pondered, “Is it an incidental ability of the ‘mermaid blood’?” If this affinity for aquatic creatures could help him find ingredients, that would be great.

     An Yinong felt that he should give it a try, so he started to wander around the pool, and soon he felt like a “good product” again. After digging along the direction, seven or eight river mussels were fished out, and even fish were dug out of the mud.

     This afternoon, he visited the largest pond in Hulutan and harvested a total of three turtles, more than 20 large river clams and a dozen small fish. These harvests filled the bamboo basket, and he covered it with some dead branches and leaves for cover.

     “It won’t fit.” He tried it, but the weight of fifty or sixty kilograms almost crushed him.

     With a sigh of relief, An Yinong carried the 50-60 kilogram bamboo basket on his shoulders and walked step by step.

     “I’ll come back tomorrow.” He looked back at the waterside, his eyes full of reluctance.

     Only the first half of this valley had been explored by humans, and the deeper it was, there was a secret area. Maybe there was something good there?

     An Yinong carried fifty to sixty kilograms of things on his back and walked for more than half an hour before returning home. The original owner’s biological father was not there, but his good nephew was there, leaning against the door, stretching his neck and looking behind him. The bamboo basket was turned up.

     An Yinong waved his hoe to scare away his sweet-faced and cheap cousin who was hiding evil intentions. He left the bamboo basket and the turtle under the bed in his room, preparing to take them to town in exchange for some food tomorrow.

     An Yinong sat on a stool and rested for a long time. His shoulders were still sore and swollen despite the ‘health halo’ applied to them. He would not process these gains until he had rested enough. He kept the turtle, half of the mussels and fish to eat himself, and took the rest to the village chief’s house.

     The little mouse was still looking around, but saw that he had locked the door to the room, and was helpless.

     “Xiwazi, you are so, so polite.” The village chief’s daughter-in-law kept wiping her hands and wanted to take it, but was embarrassed. In this season when most people start eating bran skin, these river mussels and fish have different meanings.

     “Auntie, take it, these things can’t be stored.”

     The village chief smoked dry tobacco without shreds: “If you have free time these days, make a pair of shoes with thousand-layer soles for the child.”

     After he reminded her, the village chief’s daughter-in-law noticed that during the cold season, An Yinong was still wearing tattered straw sandals, with the soles worn out.

     She thought of the cloth shoes on her nephew’s feet, and thought to herself that this was a child that no one loved, so she nodded: “I happen to have a lot of unused rags here. It would be a pity to throw them away. They are useless.”

     After leaving the village chief’s house, An Yinong went home and cooked all the river mussels and other fish.

     The fish was very small and there was even less meat after removing the internal organs. The clam was very big, but all the weight was in the shell and there was not much meat. He cooked a large bowl, and the aroma of river seafood floated in the house, making the nephew’s mouth water.

     I don’t know how he cried and complained, but the brainless man dared to come to the kitchen to get it.

     The man was used to commanding and controlling the original owner as a ‘father’. He felt that it was natural for me to take care of his son, so he wanted to take away the whole thing without saying a word.

     An Yinong looked at him coldly, reason and anger fighting in his mind: He had walked such a long way and groped in the mud for so long to find the food, could he just take it if he wanted?

     In fact, he has been feeling angry all day. The anger in his previous life has not yet been released. The bad things in this life have come again. There will be more things waiting for him in the future. At this moment, An Yinong is like a tight rubber ball. burst.

     The man’s hand almost touched the plate. Soon after he spoke, An Yinong took a piece of red-hot wood from under the stove and hit the man’s leg hard: “If you steal my food, I’ll kill you.”

     His voice was calm, as if he was not trying to kill someone, but to crush a grasshopper to death.

     The man was beaten until he staggered to his knees, and An Yinong hit the man’s face with red charcoal, burning a few hairs. There was no trace of the awe or tenderness in his eyes, only the anger in the face of power.

     “You, a shameless, ruthless and greedy person, should have been strangled to death as soon as you were born, so that you, the ancestor of the Chen family, are worthy of your rotten bud.”

     “You dare to take my things? Who gave you the courage, your ‘mother’s family’ who was so poor that she sold her son, or your good nephew who talks sweetly but is full of maggots? Huh?”

     An Yinong spoke very fast, using his local dialect mixed with Mandarin from his previous life, and just vented his anger.

     His eyes were dyed red by the charcoal fire, and the man in front of him seemed to be the embodiment of all disasters and the source of pain. What he faced was not just an evil father, but also all the ‘destiny’ that had been imposed on him.

     The red-hot wooden stick mercilessly hit the man, and An Yinong’s reason and education could not stop him from losing control. The system covered its mouth at the side: The host’s resentment must have a way to vent, it’s either this man or me, then it’s this man.

     “Ah!” Chen Laoer’s face was burned and he screamed, only to receive another blow on his back. The nephew of the Chen family who was waiting for food outside the door was startled and ran away.

     An Yinong stopped temporarily, panting, and sneered in his heart: Was this the nephew that the original owner’s father expected? Thinking about the abuse the original owner had suffered in the past few years and the injuries on the back of his hands, he hit Chen Laoer several times more irritably.

     A son’s failure to beat his father was usually due to years of mental oppression and family affection, but there was no such thing in An Yinong.

     The man was beaten back and forth, muttering to himself: “Monster, you are a monster.”

     “Get lost.” An Yinong put the gradually cooling firewood back into the stove and finally felt at peace. He slowly let out a breath of turbid air, and looked at the world again, it didn’t seem so bad, so he sat down and picked up the bowl by himself and continued to drink soup and meat.

     That night, An Yinong couldn’t sleep with a belly full of mussels and fish meat. He thought about his previous life, this life, the system, and time travel, over and over again.

     “Wow!” A bird stood in front of the window at some point, and its shadow was projected onto the window paper by the moonlight. It sounded like a crow. But when he put on his clothes and walked over, there was nothing outside.

     “The moonlight is so beautiful.”

     Since he couldn’t sleep, he simply got up and admired the moon in front of the window.

     The sound of crackling firewood came from the kitchen next door, and a faint light could be seen inside. It turned out to be the two mice, secretly cooking food to add to the meal.

     All the food in the house is in the hands of the original owner’s father, and there are only some grass roots in the kitchen. Yes, the kind that the village chief’s granddaughter eats. The food that the original owner used to fill his stomach was boiled grass roots. After boiling, the grass roots did not taste better, but became more soft and easier to eat.

     The original owner’s family was no longer rich. Even if the two of them ate secretly, it would only be rice bran at most, which was only slightly better than grass roots. An Yinong could not arouse the slightest interest.

     Of course, this did not prevent him from picking up a hoe and smashing open the kitchen door, looking at the shivering uncle and nephew like a villain: “You two are eating secretly without telling me?”

     He glanced at it and saw that it was indeed rice bran mixed with a little bit of broken rice: “Hey, the food is good. Is there any rice? I thought our family had run out of food a long time ago, but it turns out that I am the only one who has no food.”

     “If there were rats in this house, life would be very difficult. It would be difficult to guard against thieves day and night.” An Yinong looked at his nephew who still had some flesh on his face, “Races are well raised and are worth a lot of money. Maybe I’ll call for someone to come and sell it by the pound.”

     “You dare?” the man said with a stern expression.

     “Do you think I dare?” An Yinong smiled half-heartedly.

     Chen Laoer and Chen’s nephew instantly withered.

     Look, just these two things drove the original owner to a dead end in the original plot. It could be seen that people should not be too kind, especially towards evil people. The more kind-hearted you are, the harder it will be when people knock at your bones and suck out the marrow.

     In the end, the two uncles and nephews didn’t even get a bite of hot rice, and the remaining half bag of rice bran was confiscated by An Yinong.

     Or should one say that human beings like to base their own happiness on the pain of others? After this incident, An Yinong’s heart suddenly became very calm, and all the conjectures about time travel, the system, and whether the world was real were swept away from his mind. Then he fell asleep peacefully.

     At this time, the uncle and nephew in the next room were secretly discussing countermeasures.

     “I think there’s something wrong with this little brat, is it…” The middle-aged man broke out in a cold sweat, “Did he encounter something unclean?”

     “Uncle, don’t, don’t talk about this.”

     When one says this at this hour, everyone who listened felt eerie, and it was still dark at the moment.

     “Today in the wheat field, I felt that the way this guy looked at me was wrong. I was even more sure about that meal tonight.” Chen Laoer looked frightened. He was still smearing oil to treat the burns on his face.

     “I’m not sure, he was possessed by something dirty at that time…”

     The nephew of the Chen family shivered: “No way? You can’t tell.”

     “How can these things be so easy to see? Look at those old guys surnamed Tian, all of them have been coaxed into confusion and came to meddle in our family’s business. Hmph, these things can be treacherous and vicious.

     “There was one in the next village a few days ago. It disappeared for a day. When it was found, only the skeleton was left. It looked like it had been chewed up by something. The meat was left on the roadside. It was bloody. Everyone said it was ‘that’ who caused the trouble, and even invited a fairy girl. As a result, the fairy lady’s Taoism was not enough, and her head was cut off halfway through the ritual.”

     The young man felt goosebumps all over his body. He looked into the darkness and his voice trembled: “Uncle, what if he is?”

     They are outsiders in this village and are the most discriminated against. No one will help them at all. The fortune teller said he was a noble person, how could he die in a place like this?

     “How about we escape?” The young man thought of something and his eyes lit up, “Go to the capital. The fortune teller said that my destiny lies in the Central Plains. Isn’t that the capital?”

     The middle-aged man hesitated: “We escaped without even a road guide, so wouldn’t we become refugees?”

     Refugees are people who run around without identity. They are different from ordinary people. If they are caught, they will be used as laborers or even soldiers, doing the hardest and most tiring work.

     “After two years of severe drought, a lot of strange things have happened to us. I heard that some people have escaped. Uncle, I will give you a son. Let’s just say that he is a father and son who escaped. He walked in a hurry and lost his way. ”

     Father and son?

     Chen Laoer’s eyes widened suddenly. He grabbed his nephew’s shoulders with both hands and his body shook violently: “You, you really want to be my son?”

     Disgust flashed in nephew Chen’s eyes. He looked down on his uncle who had married into a wife, but at the moment he could only count on him. Then a smile appeared on his face, and he shouted sweetly: “Father.”

     Chen Laoer was trembling all over: “I have a wife, I have a wife.”

     He no longer had any worries, hugged the ‘son’ in front of him and said happily: “As a father, I obey you. Pack your things, let’s leave now.”

     The next day, An Yinong saw no trace of the man and his nephew. When he looked back, he saw that the door was wide open and their clothes and personal belongings were gone.

     “Ran away?”