Rebirth of a Village Girl

Chapter 815: 207: Be a commoner, drink alcohol and eat meat_6

The protected ones should be the small animals in the mountains...

Fortunately, Ni Yang only came to pick some herbal medicine; if Ni Yang lived in the mountains year-round, wouldn’t she scare away all the small animals?

While walking, Ni Yang suddenly stopped.

Master Du did not expect her to stop so abruptly and bumped right into a "human wall," nearly falling as his steps wavered. A pale hand quickly grabbed his wrist and then just as swiftly let go, "Watch where you’re going." _{𝙣𝒐𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝙘𝙤𝙢}

Master Du steadied himself, "What happened?"

Ni Yang looked around, "It seems we’re lost."

By this time, the sky had gradually darkened, and various sounds of small animals echoed through the forest, which would certainly make anyone with a faint heart tremble with fear.

Master Du, who had plenty of outdoor experience, said, "It’s the ’ghost hitting the wall.’"

Ni Yang massaged her temples, "What should we do?"

Master Du remained unperturbed, playing with his Buddha Beads, "Now we can only wait until the sun comes out tomorrow morning to leave."

Ni Yang sighed and took off her backpack, "Then that’s the only option."

Master Du looked at Ni Yang, bewildered, "’Ghost hitting the wall’... aren’t you afraid?"

A normal young lady hearing ’ghost hitting the wall’ wouldn’t react so indifferently.

Ni Yang sat down against a pine tree, "What’s there to be afraid of? It’s not like there are real ghosts."

The mountains harbored miasma, and it was pitch black all around; encountering ’ghost hitting the wall’ was quite normal.

Actually, ’ghost hitting the wall’ isn’t really about ghosts; it’s just a phenomenon.

Biology had already provided a definite answer.

When people lose their sense of direction, everything around them appears circular, so they keep going around in the same place; they can only wait for the sun to come out in the morning to regain their sense of direction.

Master Du chuckled, "You seem to know quite a bit."

"That I do," Ni Yang replied unabashedly.

Master Du played with his Buddha Beads and remained silent.

Ni Yang took a water bottle out of her backpack, took several gulps, and then turned to Master Du, "Are you thirsty?"

After walking half a day in the mountains, how could he not be thirsty?

But sharing a water bottle between a man and a woman... that seemed somewhat improper.

Just then, Ni Yang tossed him a bright red fruit, "This wild fruit is full of water and quenches thirst very well."

Master Du paused, then accurately caught the wild fruit, "Thank you."

Ni Yang continued, "If one isn’t enough, there are more in the backpack."

"Where did they come from?" Master Du asked.

"I picked them while I was gathering herbal medicine," Ni Yang replied.

Master Du bit into a wild fruit.

"Crunch!"

Indeed, the fruit was very juicy and crispy; it tasted great.

As darkness deepened, Ni Yang pulled a shiny bead out of her pocket and placed it on a branch, instantly lighting up the area.

A good item indeed; it was far better than an electric light.

Master Du, surprised, said, "I thought you sold that bead?"

Ni Yang took out a dagger and swiftly slit the throat of the roasted chicken, "I was planning to sell it, but unfortunately, I met a boss who didn’t appreciate its value."

"I see," Master Du’s expression softened, turning to look at Ni Yang, and his gaze shifted back to astonishment, "What are you doing?"

"Killing the chicken," Ni Yang answered casually.

"Why kill the chicken?"

Ni Yang responded incredulously, "Of course to eat it. Do you want to go hungry tonight?" After a pause, Ni Yang added, "Do you know how to make a fire?"

There was no shortage of twigs all over the mountain.

"I don’t have matches," Master Du said.

"You don’t smoke?" Ni Yang asked.

Grandpa Du shook his head.

"Not smoking is good," Ni Yang continued, "then do you know how to start a fire by rubbing sticks together?"

Rubbing sticks together to start a fire?!

Grandpa Du, with a bewildered look on his face, said, "I’m not a caveman."

"Then do you know how to kill a chicken?" Ni Yang asked again.

"I’m not a butcher either," Grandpa Du replied.

Though Grandpa Du had extensive wilderness experience, it didn’t mean he knew how to do everything.

Moreover, whenever he was in the wilderness, there were always plenty of people around him, so there was no need for him to do anything himself.

Ni Yang, speechless, said, "How come you don’t know how to do anything?"

Grandpa Du: "I’m not omnipotent."

Ni Yang slightly raised her eyebrows, "Then can you eat?"

Grandpa Du: "..."

Ni Yang, with a look of disdain, said, "Forget it, I’ll do it myself. Self-reliance ensures abundance."

Grandpa Du: "..."

Soon, the air was filled with the sizzling sound of fat dripping and the distinctive aroma of Roasted Chicken.

Grandpa Du hadn’t imagined that the principle of creating fire by rubbing wood sticks was actually real.

He was even more surprised that Ni Yang could roast a wild chicken so deliciously in the wilderness.

The bright flames reflected a pair of shallow eyes. She propped her chin with one hand and held a stick with the other, focusing entirely on the oil-sputtering Roasted Chicken. This reminded Grandpa Du of the Fire Fox he was raising.

Grandpa Du leaned against the Pine tree, casually withdrew his gaze, and looked up at the sky.

The sky was filled with brilliant stars, the splendid Milky Way, where the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl stared at each other from afar.

Grandpa Du’s fingers moved slightly, the Buddha Beads also moved, and just then, a savory chicken leg was handed over.

"Here, eat."

While talking, Ni Yang had already taken a big bite from the chicken leg in her hand.

Grandpa Du silently recited in his heart ’Meat and wine pass through the intestines, Buddha stays in the heart,’ then took the chicken leg, "Thank you."

"You’re welcome, I couldn’t finish it by myself anyway," Ni Yang said nonchalantly.

The chicken leg was deliciously roasted, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with each bite filling his mouth with meat; Grandpa Du hadn’t felt this satisfied in a long time.

At that moment, he felt that being a common man who drinks and eats meat wasn’t too bad after all.

After finishing the Roasted Chicken, Ni Yang sighed, "I wonder if my master and mistress are worried." After all, she hadn’t returned for the night.

"They probably aren’t," Grandpa Du said.

"Why?" Ni Yang turned to look at Grandpa Du.

Grandpa Du twirling the Buddha Beads, said, "I think, when Mr. Wang asked me to come with you, he already anticipated the ghost hitting the wall."

After all, Mr. Wang lived at the foot of the mountain, and he must be very familiar with the conditions in the mountain.

He was so worried about Ni Yang probably because he feared that she would be frightened if she encountered the ghost hitting the wall alone.

Ni Yang stood up and said, "That makes sense. I won’t talk anymore; I’m going to sleep."

Grandpa Du was momentarily taken aback; where was she going to sleep?

Before Grandpa Du could react, Ni Yang efficiently climbed up a tree and lay on the trunk, her arms crossed, "Goodnight."

However, as she lay down, her hair accidentally caught on a branch.

"Snap," a calligraphy brush fell by itself.

Thousands of black hairs cascaded down instantly, spilling over the tree trunk, and beneath the black hair was a face delicately stunning.

Ni Yang had no choice but to sit up from the tree trunk, and looking down at Grandpa Du, she extended her hand, "Trouble you to pick up the calligraphy brush for me."

Grandpa Du bent down to pick up the brush and tossed it up.

Ni Yang caught the calligraphy brush precisely, "Thanks."

"No trouble," Grandpa Du replied, his facial expression unchanged.