Volume One, Chapter 14: The Widowed Mother Abandoned by Her Sons During the Year of Famine 14 [Expression]

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Wang Wenxuan’s legs went weak with fear, and he hurriedly explained, “Yes, Mother, it’s like this! They said if I don’t lead the way, they’ll kill me! I really didn’t mean to! For A-Ling’s sake, Mother, please spare me, okay?”

Seeing her remain silent, he felt a sudden surge of hope. Cautiously, he turned around and bolted away.

He hadn’t run far when he heard a sharp “whoosh” behind him—a blade swiftly flew through his body!

Wang Wenxuan’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked down at his chest, blood continuously dripping from his mouth.

“Ugh, cough, cough.”

He staggered a few steps before collapsing with a thud.

Mo Mo glanced at the corpse on the ground without a flicker of emotion—it was just a few beasts; killing them was no big deal.

“Who told you to threaten the whole village’s lives? That’s on you, not me.”

3 Bao’er skillfully pulled out the looting device, collecting the spoils: one hundred taels of silver and a few slender gold hairpins.

Then she bought a disposable spatial pouch from the system store and placed the three bodies inside.

Mo Jie found it unpleasant; she never used her own space for such tasks.

After taking the pouch, Mo Mo went to the resting places of the two cheap sons and tossed their freshly acquired three new neighbors inside.

Good. Ungrateful wolves and wretched dogs should all be neatly “laid flat”!

Thinking of the recent gains, which were quite a success, she decided to celebrate with the villagers.

“3 Bao’er, go to the market and buy a few hundred wild chickens and wild rabbits. Use some points and scatter them within five kilometers of the cave.”

“All right, don’t worry, Sister, I’ll complete the task for sure.”

As the system went to drop the “airdrop,” Mo Mo returned to her space and changed into the same outfit.

Recently, she had spent a “fortune” to buy a beginner-level clothing replication machine; otherwise, having to change and wash clothes every time after killing someone was too troublesome.

Just throw clothes, shoes, and socks inside, and in two minutes, an identical set is produced without the originals disappearing.

However, this only worked with ordinary fabrics; if she wanted to replicate gold-inlaid, diamond-studded garments, she’d have to put gold and diamonds in as materials herself.

Dressed, she went to the pond and looked at the silver fish swimming around, her appetite stirred.

Quickly, she found a large clay pot and a portable gas stove, curious about the taste of fish soup made from these fish.

Twenty minutes later, the clay pot bubbled with milky white fish soup; slices of ginger and green onion floated atop, tender fish flesh faintly visible beneath.

Damn it, she forgot these fish had no bones.

Turning off the fire, Mo Mo scooped a spoonful onto the lid, blew on it lightly, and eagerly tasted it.

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“Mmm, this is so delicious!”

The fresh aroma of fish intertwined with the crisp scent of ginger and scallions, a savory broth tinged with subtle sweetness.

After setting aside a large bowl for the system, she began rapidly devouring the soup straight from the pot.

When 3 Bao’er returned after completing the drop, seeing her ravenous spoon-waving, she quickly ran over to drink her own portion.

The system could manifest physically within its host’s space and naturally could partake in various delicacies.

“Burp.”

One person and one cat sat back with full bellies, faces satisfied.

Mo Mo lazily spoke, “3 Bao’er, go to the market and buy me a Class C gene tonic. The weather’s getting hotter; I need to boost my body’s condition.”

3 Bao’er was equally lazy, slowly manipulating her tail as she browsed the system market.

The purchase was completed three minutes later.

Taking the tonic, Mo Mo tilted her head back and drank it down. This time, it felt like drinking water—she had adapted.

They cuddled together for a blissful afternoon nap. Upon waking, Mo Mo began organizing the items she planned to take out.

She slung a large basket of shoe soles she had previously made over her back.

Then she went to the warehouse by the farmland and fetched two huge jars of sugar and salt, easily holding them in her arms.

She needed an excuse for carrying these; otherwise, if she kept using them up, everyone would get suspicious.

After telling 3 Bao’er to press the clean button, she exited the space.

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At the cave’s other end, several men came and went, hauling water out from inside.

Villagers were busily building fires and preparing to boil water and clean a pile of wild chickens and rabbits.

“You wouldn’t believe it! I just walked casually past two chickens and suddenly grabbed one by the neck! They didn’t even react!” Chen Dadan gestured wildly among the crowd.

That flashy sack drew attention. Nearby, someone couldn’t help teasing him, “You make it sound like you’re the only one who caught anything!”

“Yeah! What’s that? I killed one with a single stone throw!”

“Me too! I didn’t even have to catch it; one chicken just flew right into my arms!”

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“I even caught two rabbits!”

The crowd buzzed, each unwilling to concede.

Since arriving here, it had been scorching dry outside, barely livable, while inside the cave, nights were chilly.

So today, everyone went out to gather firewood as usual, unexpectedly returning with abundant game.

They brought back twenty-three chickens and six rabbits, enough to have a proper meat feast.

Though there were over a hundred people, adding potatoes and wild vegetables would make sure everyone ate well.

When Mo Mo returned, everyone excitedly shared their joy with her.

They noticed the large basket on her back and the two huge jars in her arms, asking what they were.

“This is for Da Hua’er’s sweet and sour fish. I remembered I had dug a deep cellar in the room before, storing lots of salt and sugar, so I went back to the village to find some. Look, haha, there really was some. I brought a big jar for now. If anyone’s short later, I can share. Don’t worry, I have more at home.”

Mo Mo shook the two jars in her arms and called Chen Youliang over to bring two bowls to take some home.

Then she turned sideways, revealing the large basket.

“I made a bunch of shoe soles at home out of boredom, all roughly the same size. I’ll leave them on the stone slab in the middle later; everyone can help themselves. Since you’re running around the forest every day, just tear up some old clothes for the uppers.”

“Ah, thank you, Aunt Mo! You really care about us! Hehe.”

“Stop joking around. Hurry and take them. Don’t wear out your foster mother!”

“When did you become my foster mother? She is!”

“Stop fighting, the godson’s here!”

A group of boys nearby made mischief.

A few girls shoved each other and came over: “The goddaughter’s here!”

“Ha ha ha ha ha,” everyone scrambled to grab the items.

The lucky and quick-handed who received them were shocked by their weight.

Wow, these are heavy! No wonder Aunt Mo is known as the one who punches cheap mothers-in-law and kicks useless sons-in-law!

Thus, surrounded by noisy boys and girls, Mo Mo was escorted back to the cave—a truly sweet burden.