He is Zhang Siju, the eldest son of the third son Zhang Pingdan. He is now fifteen years old, but he is as strong as a little giant.
Fang Xiaoyue remembered that when Zhang Siju was born, he was much bigger than other children, so the only literate chief in the village helped him choose this name.
As a result, it has grown bigger and bigger now.
Well, the most critical issue now is that Zhang Siju grabbed a chirping rat in his right hand. Well, it should be a field mouse, and it rushed in front of him.
What is he going to do?
"Knife? Who brought a knife?"
A knife for skinning was handed to Zhang Siju's hand. Zhang Siju cut the mouse's throat with a smile, then put the mouse wound to Fang Xiaoyue's mouth, and blocked what Fang Xiaoyue wanted to say.
I went, this is a vole, there are bacteria and viruses in the blood, it's very dirty!
Fang Xiaoyue wanted to fight with all his strength, but the problem was that he was too hungry and too weak to even raise his hands.
However, when the hot rat blood flowed down the throat, the taste turned out to be so wonderful.
Well, Fang Xiaoyue will never admit this. This may be an illusion of hunger.
A field mouse doesn't have much blood, and it flows cleanly in an instant.
This made Fang Xiaoyue breathe a sigh of relief.
But the next moment, another surprising voice rang out: "Look! Look what I caught!"
A young man carrying two field mice rushed out of the woods. It was Zhang Dadao's eldest grandson Zhang Sifu.
Zhang Sifu is now 21 years old. He got married two years ago. He married the daughter of a refugee. But for some reason, he has not become pregnant in two years, which really worries Zhang Dadao a lot.
But the problem now is that Zhang Sifu brought two voles to Fang Xiaoyue, looked at Zhang Siju, nodded, took the knife, pulled it on the neck of the voles, and then put it to Fang Xiaoyue's mouth.
Gudong, gudong, another stream of hot blood flowed down.
But at this time, Fang Xiaoyue thought of a problem. She was immune to diseases! She was afraid of a hammer before!
Of course, even if he wasn't afraid, there would be no vole blood to drink.
He felt very tired and fell asleep.
While he was falling asleep, he could vaguely feel someone lifting him up and then staggering forward.
When he woke up again, the alluring aroma of meat entered his nose.
"Grandpa is awake!" A young man with a shaved head shouted. Fang Xiaoyue opened her eyes and saw that it was his second grandson, Ding Xiaogang.
His mother is Zhang Huaihua, and his father is the blacksmith Ding Shengming. Ding Xiaogang also has an older brother named Ding Xiaotie.
Well, the name is related to the profession, so it fits well.
Hearing that Fang Xiaoyue woke up, a group of people immediately dropped what they were doing and gathered around.
Fang Xiaoyue stretched out her hand towards her eldest son, Zhang Pingan, who hurriedly helped him up and said carefully: "Dad, are you okay? Why don't you lie down for a while?"
"Lie down, lie down, lie down with a hammer! If you lie down any longer, these old bones will loosen!"
Fang Xiaoyue stood up following Zhang Pingan's force, looking around and feeling the changes in her body.
Very good, very good. Although I had only consumed the blood of three voles before, after such a hearty sleep, my originally dilapidated body was restored to the same state as when I first left the village.
This is not surprising, he has just come into this body, and Zhang Dadao's body is just a mortal body.
You must know that the additional effect of weak recovery can restore his body a lot.
This is already because the effect is weakened due to too little food. If he had eaten a full meal before, Fang Xiaoyue suspected that it would be able to speed up the integration between himself and his body!
At this time, the fleeing crowd stopped at the entrance of Shiwanda Mountain.
At the entrance of Shiwanda Mountain is a valley where the wind blows all year round, so it was named Xiaofeng Valley.
And during this sudden heavy snowfall, it would be impossible to cross the fifteen-mile-long Sao Feng Valley without sufficient physical strength.
Under such circumstances, everyone is desperately looking for food.
However, it seems that their efforts have not received the rewards they deserve.
A strong bonfire was burning under a somewhat damaged cauldron, but there was only clear water, a few wild vegetables and minced voles in the pot.
Turning back to look at the crowd, in addition to Fang Xiaoyue's extended family, there were also relatives and villagers who had received financial support from Zhang Dadao in the past.
To put it simply, there are 14 people in Zhang Dadao’s family alone. Well, I forgot to mention that Zhang Dadaiao’s old wife fled earlier than him.
In addition to the son-in-law Ding Shengming's family of nine, 32 relatives and 19 villagers.
There are 74 people in total!
If three voles are boiled in a pot of clear water and wild vegetables, everyone can probably only drink the soup.
Fang Xiaoyue shook her head. This is not surprising. Although Zhaogui Village is not very far from Shiwanda Mountain, in fact, under normal circumstances, no one would go hunting in Shiwanda Mountain, which is hundreds of miles away.
It is a fifteen-mile-long Sao Feng Valley, which makes people not want to go in.
Therefore, it is understandable that there are no hunters in the traditional sense in Zhaogui Village.
Without hunters, it is understandable that they, pure farmers, would not be able to find much food in the wild woods.
He sighed softly, stretched out his hand and ordered about ten people in the crowd: "Follow me, and I will take you to find something to eat."
Among those selected were Zhang Dadao's son, relatives, and villagers, all of whom were strong young men.
Since Zhang Dadao's prestige in the village was quite good before, even the villagers were more obedient at this time and just followed suit.
As Fang Xiaoyue walked towards the woods nearby, her nose was trembling slightly. The advantage of her specialty is that even if her body and soul are not completely integrated, she can still play a considerable role.
For example, a pig hums.
The developed sense of smell and special skills that are almost equivalent to a pig's nose allow Fang Xiaoyue to easily smell the smell emanating from the ground in the woods.
For example, the smell of rotting leaves, the fresh and astringent smell of tree roots, and the aroma of food coming from vole holes.
"Here! Come two people, dig! Dig to the bottom!"
Fang Xiaoyue suddenly stopped under a poplar tree, pawed at the fallen leaves with her feet, pointed at a hole exposed and gave orders.
Dig a hole?
Digging by hand?
A group of people looked at the hole the size of a baby's fist with hesitant eyes, and then looked at Fang Xiaoyue. The general idea was, could they have heard wrong?
Fang Xiaoyue patted her head, feeling confused. In this weather, even if the woods were warmer underground, it was still difficult to dig with hands.
After waving to her son-in-law Ding Shengming and asking him to come over, Fang Xiaoyue reached out and took out a dagger from his waist, then grabbed a small tree and slid the dagger hard, causing the branches to fall.
, and finally the small tree turned into a wooden shovel.