Unable to find a chance to enter her space, she couldn’t bring out any food.
After spending half a day digging up tree roots in the barren mountain with Xiao Dali, Song Jin was so anxious that she felt like her mouth was breaking out in blisters.
She even wanted to knock Xiao Dali unconscious—simple and convenient.
But in the end, she gave up on that idea. If she wanted to take food out of her space, she still needed a witness to prove she had found it in the mountain.
After thinking for a long time, she came up with a very poor excuse.
Blushing deeply, she said to Xiao Dali, who was digging tree roots:
“Big Brother, I’m going over to the reed grass over there to cut some reeds and see if there are any wild eggs. The grass there is so dense—there might even be wild chickens hiding in it. If we split up, we can save time and increase our chances of finding food.”
Xiao Dali turned around. Seeing her flushed face and then looking at the dense reeds about a hundred meters away, he assumed she needed to relieve herself and felt awkward himself. He quickly nodded:
“Alright… just be careful. If anything happens—”
“Ah, I know, I know!” Song Jin didn’t wait for him to finish and sprinted off like a hundred-meter dash toward the reeds. Xiao Dali, watching her rush off so urgently, became even more certain she really needed to go and was extremely anxious about it.
Once she entered the reeds and confirmed Xiao Dali wasn’t watching her anymore, she immediately entered her space.
This time, she didn’t dare dig wild vegetables, sweet potatoes, or take out spiritual spring water.
Doing it once wouldn’t raise suspicion, but doing it two or three times with the same things—anyone would start to doubt it, even if they weren’t smart.
So this time, Song Jin chose to enter the mountain to search for food.
And heaven truly seemed to favor her.
Just as she reached the entrance of the mountain, she saw seven or eight wild chickens, and in their nest were dozens of wild eggs. If she went deeper, wouldn’t there be so many she could eat until she got tired of them?
These wild chickens were not afraid of humans at all. Even when they saw Song Jin, they didn’t flee.
And so, disaster struck for them. No matter how well they could fly, they couldn’t escape her hands.
One by one, they were all captured alive.
“Hahaha! You’re all mine now! Even your feathers are mine!”
She even planned to take the feathers. In her mind, she decided she would negotiate with the village chief and Third Uncle later—she wanted to keep the feathers to make cotton clothes or blankets.
Taking eight wild chickens to feed the whole village wasn’t much, but keeping the feathers for herself wasn’t unreasonable at all.
In her past life in the military, achievements came with rewards. So asking for chicken feathers as a reward from the village chief and elders was already quite modest.
After catching eight chickens, she tied their wings and legs, stuffed them into a sack.
All eight chickens were squeezed into one sack and nearly suffocated, dying of grievance.
But Song Jin didn’t care. She then collected forty-eight wild eggs—and was shocked to find that all of them were double-yolk eggs, unusually large ones at that.
She was overjoyed.
But thinking of the people in Xiao Village, she didn’t stay happy for long. She quickly wove a net bag from vines to store the eggs properly, then picked up her short axe and continued into the mountains.
For more than two hundred people in Xiao Village, even eight chickens were just a drop in the bucket.
If she wanted to truly feed everyone, she needed something bigger.
She firmly believed that if she could find wild chickens, she could also find rabbits, goats, wild boars…
And her luck was truly excellent. Before she even found rabbits or goats, she first encountered a sleeping wild boar.
The boar was huge and fat, snoring like thunder—estimated at at least 350 jin (around 175 kg).
“It’s you.”
Song Jin crouched in the grass, staring at the three-meter-away sleeping boar that was completely unaware of danger. Her usually smiling eyes now gleamed with the sharpness of a hunter.
Wild boars were powerful. She either had to outsmart it or go all in. If she went all out, she had to kill it in one strike. If she didn’t kill it instantly, capturing it alive would be difficult.
Almost instantly after thinking it through, she leapt out like a leopard, pouncing on the boar.
“Pfft…”
Before the boar even woke up, it was struck between the eyes by her axe and died instantly, never understanding what had happened. It all took less than a blink of an eye. Not only did she kill it cleanly, she also managed to avoid getting blood splattered on her.
Seeing the boar twitch twice before dying, Song Jin wiped a cold sweat.
To be honest, she had been nervous too when she jumped. She was afraid she might miss if the boar woke up.
Fortunately, she knew its fatal weakness. Her strike was fast, precise, and ruthless—and the boar didn’t wake up in time.
After resting for a while, she got up and first took the chickens and eggs at the entrance of the mountain out of her space. Then she returned to move the wild boar out as well.
Seeing Xiao Dali still stubbornly digging in the field, she shouted:
“Big Brother! Come help! I found a wild boar!”
“What?!” Xiao Dali thought he had misheard. Turning around and seeing her waving at him, he panicked and rushed over with a woodcutting knife, asking anxiously:
“Where’s the boar?! Where is it?! Are you hurt?!”
Song Jin pointed her axe toward the nearby reeds and quickly reported her harvest:
“It’s over there. I killed it with one axe! I also caught eight wild chickens, tied their wings and put them in a sack, and picked forty-eight wild eggs. Our village won’t starve now—we’ll even have meat to eat… hey, Big Brother! Big Brother!”
She had expected Xiao Dali to be shocked—but not this shocked.
The moment he saw the wild boar, chickens, and eggs, he fainted from excitement with a loud “thud.”
In the end, she had no choice but to pinch his philtrum to wake him up.
After regaining consciousness and confirming everything was real, Xiao Dali laughed and cried at the same time:
“Am I dreaming? Is this real? Not an illusion?”
In the past, when he went out to find food while starving, he often experienced hallucinations, so he could never tell reality from illusion.
Song Jin looked at him helplessly, half laughing and crying:
“Of course it’s real! The wild boar, chickens, and eggs are all real! Just don’t faint again—who’s going to carry hundreds of jin of meat back if you do?”
She was already imagining the terrifying task of carrying hundreds of jin of game back over more than ten miles.
If only she could store it all in her space…
So naturally, the heavy lifting would have to be left to the man. After all, that’s what men were for.
Xiao Dali finally believed it wasn’t a dream. After sitting on the ground for a long time to recover, he suddenly remembered something and asked nervously:
“Are you hurt? Why are you so bold? Why didn’t you run when you saw the wild boar?”
Song Jin: “……”
If I ran, what would you all eat?