Crossing the famine: The hunter's wife has good farmland

Chapter 36 Fu Cang in Danger

At the beginning, Mo Xiaonian felt a little shy, but after a long time she got used to it and even felt like she was taking advantage.

Fu Cang is so handsome, and his body is super good. I can hold him while sleeping, and I won’t suffer any loss!

The next day, Fu Cang took Mo Xiaonian to the front of the team and moved the two idiots, Stone and Sickle, to the back of the team.

Yuelu pulled Mo Xiaonian over and handed her a pair of soft cloth shoes.

"I've made the shoes for you. Keep them. When the pair you have on your feet wears out, replace them with this pair. It's a pity that the cloth can only make one pair. But it doesn't matter. I'll make you a pair of fur in a few days. The weather is getting colder now. I'm afraid you won't be able to wear these cloth shoes in a while."

Mo Xiaonian felt a little surprised.

They were always on the road during the day and had no time to make shoes. In that case, Yuelu must have made them for her at night.

Mo Xiaonian grabbed Yue Lu's hand and looked at it carefully. Sure enough, she saw many needle holes on her hands, some of which were still bleeding.

"Grandma, I'm not in a hurry to wear them. Why did you stay up late to make shoes? Look at your hands, they are all pierced!"

Yuelu quickly pulled out Zi's fingers.

"Oh, what are you afraid of? It doesn't hurt. You are delicate, unlike the rest of us. Look at your little feet. You can't bear to walk that long. Wearing a pair of more comfortable shoes will be better. I see you still have a piece of leather there, right?"

"Yes, grandma. There are many."

"Okay, bring me a piece and I'll make you leather boots."

Mo Xiaonian didn't know why, but she actually saw the shadow of her grandmother in Yue Lu.

"Grandma, you are so nice to me!"

"Silly boy, this shows that we two get along well!"

Fu Cang was always walking in the front with a machete in his hand. Sometimes when he encountered an obstacle, he would clear it in a few strokes. While working, he listened to the two people talking behind him, and suddenly he had a strange feeling in his heart.

He is an orphan and has been following Yuelu since he was five years old.

Yuelu raised him until he was sixteen years old, and only after he became the most powerful warrior in the tribe did he send him out to set up his own tribe.

His feelings towards Yue Lu were similar to those towards his own mother, but in his impression, Yue Lu seldom spoke to him in such a friendly manner. Now, as he listened to the two women talking in a long-winded manner, he actually felt a sense of family warmth.

Should he really get married? Form a family with Mo Xiaonian, so that his life would be complete, and he would want to make up for the shortcomings of his childhood with his own children?

A sudden scream from behind brought Fu Cang back to his senses.

He turned his head and looked behind him, only to see Mo Xiaonian squatting on the ground with her hands covering her feet and a painful look on her face.

Fu Cang hurried back and looked at her with concern.

"what happened to you?"

Yuelu shook his head helplessly.

"Xiao Nian sprained her ankle. Come and let me take a look."

Fu Cang nodded, helped Mo Xiaonian, and took off her shoes and socks.

The ankles of that pair of tender white feet are now red and swollen, which looks particularly shocking.

"Ouch, this sprain is pretty serious!"

Fu Cang took off the big iron pot on his back and put it on Mo Xiaonian's back. Then he exerted force with both hands and carried Mo Xiaonian on his back.

"The villagers behind are all waiting, so I will carry you first. When we take a break, I will massage you and it will heal after the blood clots are rubbed out."

Before Mo Xiaonian could say anything, Linghua, who was not far from them, suddenly spoke angrily.

"Brother Fu Cang, what's wrong with you? Do you still want to carry Mo Xiaonian on your back all the time? Don't you feel tired?"

Fu Cang did not stop, carrying Mo Xiaonian on his back and continued to lead the way.

Mo Xiaonian found it quite interesting. She turned around and looked at Linghua. Seeing her eyes on her, Mo Xiaonian suddenly blinked at her and smiled. She looked like a green tea girl. Linghua was almost pissed to death by Mo Xiaonian.

Fengming tugged at Linghua's sleeve and said to her in a low voice, "Don't focus on Fu Cang anymore. It's simply embarrassing!"

Linghua was about to cry.

"Dad, how can you say that! You know me well. Ever since the day Fu Cang rescued me from the mountains three years ago, all my thoughts have been on him. You acquiesced to it at that time. Why don't you help me now?"

Beeping sighed deeply.

"I was very optimistic about Fu Cang before, but everything changed after he exchanged Mo Xiaonian for a wild boar. Now Fu Cang's mind is on Mo Xiaonian. If that's the case, you should stay away from Fu Cang. You are my daughter, the daughter of the noble high priest of our tribe. You can't do such a thing!"

Fengming said this while pulling Linghua back, trying to stay as far away from Fucang as possible.

But Linghua is not someone who gives up so easily. For so many years, she has always regarded Fu Cang as her future husband. Now, Mo Xiaonian suddenly appeared and snatched Fu Cang away. Linghua could not swallow this humiliation no matter what.

Mo Xiaonian still felt very happy.

This is what it feels like to be favored and fearless! She had never experienced this before in her present life. She didn't expect that after her rebirth, she would still be treated like this.

Mo Xiaonian's waist and feet no longer felt sore, but she felt that the big black pot she was carrying on her back was a little heavy.

Fu Cang suddenly stopped, Mo Xiaonian lowered his head in confusion, and saw a horrifying scene.

Fu Cang actually stepped into a mud puddle covered with dead branches and leaves, and because of the combined weight of both of them, his legs were sinking rapidly, and now his legs below the knees were covered with mud.

Fu Cang shouted, "Stop, everyone stop, don't go forward!"

Yuelu finally realized that something was wrong with Fucang, and took a few steps forward anxiously, but ended up stepping into the mud.

Fengming, who was standing behind her, grabbed Yuelu's arm.

"Don't go forward, this is a man-eating pit, retreat!"

Fengming's hoarse shouting finally worked. The people behind him reacted and retreated hastily, while several hunters rushed over and grabbed Yuelu. Several people worked together and finally dragged Yuelu up.