Heavenly Blessed Baby: Fleeing Famine, Busy to Prosper!-Chapter 40: Don’t Make Trouble

The team gathering wood consisted of about forty people.

When they returned, each person had bundles of wood on their backs and carried various animal carcasses in their hands.

There were rabbits with half their fur burnt off, wild pheasants with singed feathers, and some other animals. Although they all appeared blackened, they were intact, clearly having been burnt or smoked to death rather than bitten by something.

These fresh meats finally lifted the villagers’ spirits.

The village chief was also pleased.

With meat and grain, and no one missing, this village was certainly blessed after such a catastrophe!

Because of the abundance of prey, no household cared about who had more or less; it was all about who gathered what with their own skills.

The Qi Brothers, being strong, not only carried a lot of wood but also gathered the most wild game.

The cave was not ventilated, and apart from the fire used for lighting, no one was allowed to cook inside.

So everyone gathered on the rocky platform outside the cave.

When there was no space left on the platform, they made a clearing by the forest’s edge to set up fires and cook.

Having lost their homes, everyone was reluctant to consume too much grain, so nearly every household decided to stew the meat.

The meat was already there, and the water source wasn’t far.

In no time, the air was filled with the aroma of stewing meat wafting from each household’s pot.

At the Qi household, Yi Meng looked at the heap of various animal carcasses and felt intimidated.

She was indeed a time traveler, but before that, she was just an ordinary worker.

Working nine to six, occasionally with overtime, and during holidays, her biggest joy was lying in bed binge-watching dramas.

She did cook, but who goes hunting and processes their own game after cooking?

It was all store-bought, pre-portioned meat; you only needed to slice it and throw it into the pan.

The most she had seen was the segmented fresh meat in supermarket freezers, apart from the fake corpses in dramas.

But now, with so many different carcasses, she felt a bit overwhelmed, not knowing where to start.

And her family all knew her cooking was the best.

If it were just porridge, she wouldn’t need to do it, but with so much meat, no one wanted it to be ruined, so they handed it all to her.

"Dear, what’s wrong?"

Quanjin, returning with the water-fetching team, noticed his wife frowning at the game, looking far from happy.

Yi Meng gave him a smile harder than a cry, "Brother Jin, I, I don’t know how to process these animals."

"Is that all!"

Quanjin let out a breath of relief; he thought it was a big problem!

Then Quanjin plopped down on a pile of leaves and called out, "Dear, bring over the basin, and have Dalang fetch some hot water. I’ll handle these animals."

"Alright!"

Yi Meng was relieved and turned to find a basin.

Before long, the basin was brought over, and Dalang and Erlang came with buckets of steaming hot water.

Quanjin wasn’t a professional hunter, but he had hunted enough. He couldn’t expertly skin them, but he could handle removing the fur.

Besides, the animals were scorched to the point where their original appearance was unrecognizable, so there was no use for the fur anyway.

Unable to handle such a bloody scene, Yi Meng went into the cave to see her daughter and also ask her mother-in-law how today’s meat should be cooked.

Mrs. Qi was holding Qi Manman, dozing by the fire. Hearing a noise, she opened her eyes to see her daughter-in-law and softly asked, "What’s wrong?"

"Mom, should we have stewed meat tonight or something else?"

Seeing her daughter asleep, Yi Meng also lowered her voice.

Mrs. Qi thought it was something major, but upon hearing this, she glared at Yi Meng without much patience, "Are you silly? With so many people eating together, of course we eat what everyone else is eating. Just don’t do anything odd."

"Everyone in the village is stewing meat and not using much grain. I think it’s fine for adults, but Manbao and Xiao Shi are too young, and their stomachs can’t handle it."

Yi Meng knew she needed to go with the flow, but she also had little ones at home; she couldn’t let them have the same coping food as the adults.

Mrs. Qi immediately changed her expression at the mention of her precious granddaughter, "Our Manbao definitely needs rice soup! As her mother, do you really need to ask me that? Go grab a handful of fine rice, clean out the stones, and make rice soup. Let it cook for a while until the rice oil comes out."

Yi Meng glanced at the sleeping Qi Shilang beside Mrs. Qi, feeling a bit sorry for the little guy.

Hear that? Hear that? Not a single mention of him from his grandmother!

Alas, granddaughters are indeed more cherished than grandsons!

Other families’ old ladies in the cave were resting with children and couldn’t help but laugh at Mrs. Qi’s words.

After Yi Meng left, one of the old ladies asked, "Old sister, you truly dote on your granddaughter, don’t you?" 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"Of course! Our Manbao is my precious heart. If I don’t cherish her, who will?"

Mrs. Qi beamed when she talked about her granddaughter, adjusting the quilt over her and tidying the fluffy hair near her ears.

Her tenderness could practically melt into water.

After caring for her granddaughter, Mrs. Qi suddenly seemed to remember something, and impatiently adjusted Qi Shilang’s quilt.

This brought another round of low laughter from the others watching.

Previously, they’d only heard about how the Qi Family especially doted on the new granddaughter, but now they thoroughly believed it.

This little girl in the Qi Family truly fell into a nest of fortune!

When Yi Meng came out of the cave, Quanjin had already efficiently skinned a rabbit.

Dalang was squatting by a wooden basin, washing off the rabbit’s blood.

"Dalang, give me the washed rabbit!"

Yi Meng walked over, took the rabbit, shook off the water, then went to the fire pit where leaves were previously used for kindling, and started processing the rabbit meat on the heavy chopping board.

She cut the meat off the rabbit with a kitchen knife. Whatever little meat was left on the bones, she’d toss directly into the pot for soup.

As for the cut-up meat, she diced it into ping pong ball-sized pieces and set them aside in an empty basin.

With a family of more than twenty, one rabbit certainly wasn’t enough.

After cutting three rabbits and three wild pheasants, Yi Meng finally had Erlang and Sanlang start another fire to stew the meat.

The pot for soup had nothing but rabbit and chicken bones with little meat.

On a cold day, it’s nice to have some hot soup to warm up.

As for the meat, Yi Meng didn’t intend to just throw it in water to stew like everyone else.

Though she knew not to do anything fancy, tightening the blood from the meat and removing the chicken’s gamey taste was her final act of stubbornness.