[The Orphan's Love Affair with a Beauty's Rivalry] (Volume 3, Chapter 175)

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Chapter 175 The Liaodong Hunter

Qing'er got up and went outside, climbing the courtyard wall to check the surroundings. The wolf pack had already dispersed sometime earlier. She opened

the gate took a bag of dry rations and a kettle from the oxcart, filled the kettle with clean snow

, and boiled water over the campfire. She then served Wuyue his rations.

Seeing him frequently touching his right foot in pain, she guessed that the splint had dislocated again during yesterday's fight with the wolves. She quickly

untied the somewhat loose bandages on his foot, removed the splint, washed his foot with hot water, and gently

massaged the broken bone area, paying close attention to his expression. When he frowned, she massaged more gently until she felt the broken bone was

back in place. Then she carefully wrapped the splint back on and used strips of cloth to secure it firmly.

Treating his injured foot was painful, but Wuyue felt much better afterward, the occasional

sharp pain in his nerves gone. Knowing the broken bone had completely healed, he couldn't help but laugh, "I didn't realize you were such a little

doctor."

Qing'er, while drinking water and munching on dry rations, stammered, "I wouldn't dare call myself a doctor, but I couldn't find

anyone to help, so I had to do it reluctantly. Actually, I just needed to be careful."

"Help me to the yard to take a look." Thinking about the bizarre and terrifying experience of the previous night, he decided to

investigate behind the snowdrift.

Qing'er helped him around to the west end of the small mountain of snow in the backyard. He looked closely and saw that the spot where the door had appeared the previous night

was just covered in snow, no different from the surroundings. He drew his scimitar and handed it to Qing'er, asking her to dig through the snow to take a look. This

scimitar was a birthday gift from his wife when he was twelve years old. It was meticulously crafted by the master swordsmith Yi Hantian from the cold iron of the far north

, sharp enough to cut a hair in two and slice iron like mud, a peerless blade. The two ancient seal characters "cloud and dragon" were engraved on it, expressing her

earnest expectations.

Qing'er didn't ask any questions and just kept digging. In no time, she had dug nearly five or six feet deep into the snowdrift. The loose snow

on top collapsed, burying her underneath. Luckily, she wasn't buried too deep, and with his help,

she managed to crawl out, looking rather disheveled!

Seeing her covered in snow, Wu Yue frowned deeply. This girl was really clumsy!

She shook off the snow, undeterred, and continued working with her curved knife, grinning foolishly, "Don't

worry , I'll keep digging!"

"Alright, let's pack up and go!" Seeing that she would be buried again if she kept digging like this, he lost

interest in this stubborn girl and, finding no clues, gave up.

After packing up, Qing'er helped him outside, led the old ox out of the courtyard, hitched it to the cart, and the two continued eastward towards the

sunrise .

Having forged a bond of camaraderie with the two through their life-or-death struggles against their natural enemy, the terrifying wolf pack,

the stubborn old ox not only became very obedient but also exceptionally friendly towards them. Whenever they stopped to rest, the bull

would nuzzle against them affectionately, its large, soft, sticky tongue licking them.

Wuyue couldn't stand its enthusiasm and kept her distance, while Qing'er became quite close to it, getting covered in the old bull's

saliva and dust that was impossible to wash off.

Wuyue couldn't help but complain, "Can't you be a little cleaner? We're on the run in the borderlands, and even if we have money, it's hard

to buy suitable clothes. If you're this slovenly, we'll have to change into a new set of clothes every day!"

She promised to be more careful in the future, but she still sat, lay, and rolled around anywhere, making a mess... sigh...

it seems like a habit formed over many years is hard to break! He could only shake his head helplessly, secretly questioning whether his parenting methods were

flawed.

His girlfriends would soon be entering a mass production phase, and in the foreseeable future, he

would encounter a host of educational problems related to his children. To avoid disappointing his father in heaven and to ensure the prosperity of the Xiao family,

he needed to greatly strengthen his efforts in this area! Another problem was that by then, they

would all be in postpartum confinement; would have to become a monk?

He secretly decided that he needed to control the pace of his "sowing" to achieve balanced production and enter a stage of sustainable population

development .

Considering that most of his girlfriends, such as Ziyan and Yanxia, had varying degrees of Oedipus complex, he began

to formulate the first family rule for the Xiao family: children must be gathered together and raised by wet nurses at the age of two, and at six, he would choose

good teachers for their education. Of course, whether it would work was another matter, but he had to relentlessly strive in this direction. He might as well use

his eldest sister as a breakthrough point; if she could accept it, the others would be relatively easier to handle.

Occasionally, he would glance back and see Qing'er with her little head propped up, her eyes darting around, wondering what she was thinking. Sigh—what

else could was wondering where her next meal would come from?

However, no matter how refined he considered himself, a rumbling stomach forced him to

consider the problem, as his food bag was long gone.

He couldn't hunt due to his mobility issues; sending his lover would be a miracle if she didn't get eaten! It was unlikely he'd have another

stroke of luck like the severely injured hare that had run into him when he met Yehe Yadai—after all, such good fortune was

rare .

The grey falcons that used to circle overhead constantly on the grasslands were gone, replaced by large,

majestic golden eagles, seemingly no smaller than his wife's giant eagle, which were frequently seen. Just then, a loud thud came from not far down

the hillside , and a golden eagle took flight, its scimitar-like talons seizing a

struggling, whimpering wild goat, soaring over their heads towards the mountain.

He desperately hoped the goat would struggle more, break free of the eagle's talons, even if it

knocked him unconscious from the fall—but such a disaster didn't occur.

Fortunately, not long after, they spotted the outline of a simple wooden hut at the edge of a coniferous forest. Hungry and cold

, and having gone without a hot meal for days, the two hurried over to seek shelter.

The family consisted of an elderly couple and a robust young hunter, as strong as a city wall, who were

fairly hospitable. After dinner, the food he had previously found unpalatable seemed delicious, and

his daughter, Qing'er… well, needless to say, she was a disgrace to the land of China, a nation of propriety. If his future children

were like her, he would rather die than live like that!

Seeing the dirty child's ravenous eating and pitiful state, the seemingly doting, plump

woman cooked another pot of meat and hurriedly brought it out, the meat still slightly bloody. After Qing'er had eaten until she could barely walk,

she went to the oxcart, retrieved a deerskin food bag, turned it inside out, shook out the crumbs, and rummaged through it for a while…

He kept glancing at the pot.

The understanding old woman quickly stuffed the remaining large pieces of meat with bones into his food bag and returned it to him.

The taste of this meat was familiar; he had eaten it countless times with his wife in the mansion. It was probably moose meat,

mostly from the Liaodong Jurchens. He was even more certain that this family belonged to his wife's clan, and this was Liaodong Jurchen

territory!

However, he couldn't find any sense of belonging here. Everything was unfamiliar. He couldn't see

the familiar fields and lovely crops common in the Central Plains. Here, there were only forests and swamps. The hunters' homes contained nothing but animal hides and a few

simple wooden furnishings. Horses and livestock even lived with their owners!

He simply couldn't adapt to life here. He could hardly believe that his wife and Aunt Lixiang had

grown up in such wooden houses. For Qing'er, none of this mattered. Her belly was round and full, and

she was content with filling her food bag.

However, regardless, he was safe here. He believed that those embroidered-clad men and black-clad assassins who swarmed around him like flies

would never dare to enter this area! Indeed, that was the case.

Although they couldn't communicate verbally, he used gestures and the sign language he had learned from Xiaoyu to help him.

It seemed that he had finally made the hunter understand his identity, at least the hunter nodded repeatedly.

Just like at Harina's house in the Doyan tribe, the Jurchen hunters went to bed early after dark, sleeping on a shared bed.

The hunter's snoring was also loud, making it difficult for him to fall asleep. He finally drifted off to sleep, but then felt a

warm reached out and touched it, and it felt soft and slippery to his touch. It was the hunter's horse stretching its neck and licking his face!

It's true what they say, home is always best, but traveling is always difficult!

The next morning, a group of burly men wearing fur hats and fur robes rode tall horses to the wooden house.

Without saying a word, they put him into a simple, open-top carriage and prepared to take him away.

Qing'er went to wash clothes in the nearby stream. This was the first thing he

had hoping to gradually correct her sloppy habits. Seeing a burly man driving a carriage about to

leave, he hurriedly called out, "Uncle, wait! There's a child with me. Take her with you!"

The burly man stared blankly at him, clearly not understanding him. He gestured and used sign language, but

the burly man words, and the burly man driving the carriage finally understood.

He turned to look at a middle-aged burly man in front of him and said a few words. The middle-aged burly man frowned and shook his head. The burly man picked up the reins and cracked

the whip, and the carriage started moving, seemingly not intending to wait for anyone.

Wu Yue was in a great hurry and was about to speak when she saw Qing'er running towards her like the wind, carrying a pile of wet clothes, shouting hoarsely,

"Wait for me!"

The carriage had just started moving and was not going fast. The burly man driving the carriage looked back and hesitated. Qing'er grabbed

the carriage and tried to climb on, but because she was too small and clumsy, she couldn't climb up for a while, and she cried and

screamed in distress !

The Jurchens seemed to be very caring towards children. Seeing this, the burly man shook his head helplessly. Fearing that he might hurt the child, he didn't wait for the middle-aged man leading the

carriage to agree and quickly reined in the horse to stop. Wu Yue reached out and grabbed Qing'er, pulling her

onto the carriage like a dead dog. She leaned against Wu Yue, panting heavily, obviously having run very fast!

Seeing that her face was covered with tears and snot, Wu Yue frowned and wiped her clean with his sleeve. Qing'er

patted her chest and let out a long sigh of relief: "That really scared me to death! If I hadn't heard the sound of hooves and immediately turned back, I probably would

have been shaken off by you!

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