Liang Anting, who was feeling annoyed that a hare had escaped, was keenly aware of the violent movement behind him.
A wild boar ran down? Liang Anting thought to himself.
He held the machete at his waist with his backhand and stared at the turbulent grass warily, a red light flashing unconsciously in his eyes.
It's been a long time since I killed a wild boar.
The commotion was getting closer and closer, Liang Anting slowed down his breathing, and the veins in his forearm holding the machete bulged.
"Uncle An Ting! Is that you?"
Liang Anting was startled and lost his grip on the machete.
The machete fell to the ground, making a dull sound.
"Uncle An Ting, is it really you?" Lin Yaya's head popped out of the grass.
"Yeah." Liang Anting responded.
The muscles in his body were still tense, but there was nowhere to release them, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
Lin Yaya cried and threw herself into Liang Anting's arms, "Uncle An Ting! Yaya has been looking for you for a long time!"
The sudden appearance of the warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms caught Liang Anting off guard. He said "hmm" in a hoarse voice, and then raised his hand to cover Lin Yaya's back.
He glanced at the machete that fell at his feet, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After suppressing the impulse in his heart, he patted Lin Yaya and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
These four short words fell into Lin Yaya's ears like a blessing from the gods, making her feel more at ease.
She hugged Liang Anting harder and didn't let go for a long time.
It seemed like the only way to give her a moment of peace.
It would be great if you only had me...
In the end, Liang Anting pushed her away and asked her what she was doing in the mountains. Then she suddenly remembered Liang Heyu who had been beaten.
Lin Yaya's face turned red with shame. She grabbed Liang Anting's wrist and said anxiously: "He Yu was beaten by Qiao Qixin and another woman!"
Liang Anting frowned, and his face instantly darkened, "Who is the other woman?"
Lin Yaya shook her head, "It seems to be from the Zhang family, but I have never seen her... Uncle An Ting, let's go quickly, I'm afraid it's too late, and He Yu will be bullied..."
"Okay." Liang Anting picked up the basket containing the prey and went down the mountain with Lin Yaya.
The road down the mountain was very steep, and Lin Yaya gritted her teeth before she could barely keep up with Liang Anting.
It wasn't until she came out of the mountain that Liang Anting turned around and asked her if she wanted to rest for a while.
Lin Yaya pursed her lips and refused.
The top priority now is to rescue Liang Heyu.
Liang Anting did not force her to rest, but carried the backpack to her chest, then slightly bent her knees and turned her back to Lin Yaya.
"Uncle An Ting, are you trying to..." Lin Yaya instantly understood what Liang Anding meant and twisted in place.
"Come up quickly, it's faster." Liang Antingqu's legs were a little numb.
"Yeah!" Lin Yaya blushed and lay on Liang Anting's back.
Liang Anting put Lin Yaya down not far from the village entrance. The two asked the villagers and went to Zhang's house together.
"Dad!" Liang Heqing cried and threw herself into her father's arms, as if she was the one who was hit.
"Hey, here we come, take the money." Seeing Liang Anding coming, Qiao Qixin spoke first.
"What money?" Liang Anting, who was about to ask why she hit her son, was interrupted by her and frowned.
"Of course it's the compensation for your son's trouble." Qiao Qixin handed a one-page list to Liang Anding, "The herbal medicine money, lost work time, mental loss expenses, everything adds up and I'll give you a zero, five taels of silver, please pay.