I Transmigrated Into a Novel and Became the Vicious Stepmother of Five Cute Babies

Now when I get up early, there is a thin layer of hoarfrost outside, as if it has snowed, but it disappears when the sun is about to climb into the sky.

Nie Yuansheng walked into the room in the middle of the yard with a bowl of steaming corn and rice covered with freshly fried wild vegetables and bacon.

"Mother, you eat the rice first, and I will simmer the rest in the pot. You can eat it by heating it up at noon. I'm going up the mountain now."

The old woman who was lying on the bed half propped herself up and said worriedly, "Far away, the road in the mountains is not easy to walk, otherwise you shouldn't go there, there are still some corn, corn, and bacon in the house. , we mother and son are enough for the winter."

"Mother, it's cold early this year, and it looks like it's going to be very cold in winter. Whether it's firewood or food, you have to prepare enough, otherwise the snow will seal the mountain and you won't be able to go out, and the situation will be difficult."

Nie Yuansheng also didn't want to leave the old lady with limited mobility to go into the mountain alone, but seeing the cold winter coming, he wanted to take advantage of the time to gather as much herbal medicine as possible, and then hunt some prey for money.

My mother had only done a major operation before, and he had been busy taking care of it, so he couldn't save much winter supplies, and now he can only hurry up and make up for it.

"But……"

The old woman wanted to persuade again, but was interrupted by Nie Yuansheng again: "Don't worry, mother, I won't go deep into the mountains, I will definitely be back before dark."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the house. He took the hatchet he had prepared and waited, and then carried a piece of yellow rice noodles in his arms, and then walked out of the house in a hurry.

However, just a few hours later, he regretted not listening to his mother and made the decision to insist on going up the mountain.

"Don't, don't come here!"

Nie Yuansheng rubbed his hands and feet together, staring straight ahead, and begging for mercy unconsciously.

His bamboo basket was thrown not far away, and the herbs in it were scattered all over the floor. A huge furry paw stepped on his hatchet, and then slowly approached him again.

It was a huge white-fronted tiger with hanging eyes. Its brown eyes were full of cold and murderous intent. Nie Yuansheng seemed to be able to smell the stench and hot air it exhaled, which represented the smell of death.

Who would have thought that the coldness of the approaching winter would make the tigers who have always been out at night appear earlier in the daytime.

In such a deep mountain, even if he screamed for help, no one would arrive in time to hear him. It seemed that he was about to die today.

Only his poor mother survived such pain and suffering, and still has some inability to move. After he died, he didn't know how to live in the future.

When Nie Yuansheng saw that the tiger was already in a rushing posture, he could only helplessly turn his head and close his eyes tightly, waiting for death to come.

However, the imaginary pain did not appear, only a muffled sound sounded beside him, as if something hit his feet heavily.

Nie Yuansheng plucked up the courage to open his eyes and looked, and it happened to meet the eyes of the tiger who couldn't rest.

The cruel and ruthless tiger just now fell at his feet, sticking out its tongue with its bloody mouth open, but it was silent and dead.

Not far away, there was a man in black at an unknown time. He was holding a pair of strange weapons, and a string of blood beads kept dripping from it, and a pool of blood had quickly accumulated under the tiger's body.

The man in black seemed to focus entirely on the tiger, and he didn't even glance at him. It was just that he was a little swaying when he walked over, and then he walked over to the tiger's body and sat down on the ground.

Nie Yuansheng looked at the man in black in shock, only to realize that most of his clothes were very dark in color, as if they were soaked by something.

The man in black pulled out a sharp dagger from his waist and gestured on the tiger's back, as if he was trying to find a suitable place to place the knife, where he planned to peel the tiger's skin.

Nie Yuansheng wanted to remind him that if he wanted to completely peel off the tiger's skin, it would be better to cut the knife from the claws. I have never seen anyone who cut the knife from the tiger's back, so he would only do this if he didn't intend to use the tiger's skin at all. .

Who knows that the man seems to have lost his strength, and he can't even hold the short knife in his hand, let alone cut the fur on the tiger's back.

Nie Yuansheng noticed the strangeness of the man in black, and he didn't care that his hands and feet were still sore and weak, he quickly turned over and climbed to his side, and asked in a series of voices, "Engong, what's the matter with you? Are you okay?"

After arriving at the man's side, Nie Yuansheng discovered that his body also exuded a strong smell of blood. It turned out that his clothes were soaked with blood, just because he was wearing black clothes, so he didn't see it immediately. come out.

"Bone, medicine..."

The man in black suddenly said a few words and fainted on the tiger corpse.

Nie Yuansheng put his hand on his forehead, only to find that his body temperature was terrifyingly high.

Listening to the man's meaning, he wanted to use tiger bones as medicine, but when he hunted a tiger, he also lost too much blood due to his injury and high fever. Even if he succeeded in killing the tiger, he was powerless. Take out the tiger bone.

No matter what, this man in black was his own savior, and Nie Yuansheng was lucky enough to escape, so naturally he couldn't sit idly by.

Throwing such a big tiger in the mountains can only make other beasts cheaper. Although it is a pity, there is no other way.

Fortunately, Nie Yuansheng had been a butcher for several years before. He first moved the man in black to the side and sat down against the tree, and then used the man's short knife to peel off the tiger's skin completely.

, and separate the tiger meat and the tiger bone.

He picked up his own back basket, put the tiger bones and furs that were picked off into the back basket, and the pile of meat next to him could only be discarded. many things.

He wrapped the back basket tightly with hemp rope, tied the other end of the rope around his waist, and dragged it on the ground like this. Then Nie Yuansheng half-supported and half-mopped the unconscious man to the ground, and laboriously moved down the mountain.

It took an unknown amount of time from when he started going out of the mountain to when he finally saw the small mountain village among the trees, until it was getting late, and smoke began to rise from the chimneys of every household.

"Oops, mother, seeing that I haven't gone back for so long, I must be very anxious."

Nie Yuansheng was determined to speed up, but unfortunately the man he was supporting hadn't woken up since he passed out.

"Yuansheng, isn't the young man you brought back awake yet? He has such a high fever, but it's easy to have an accident."

The old woman asked worriedly while letting her son wipe her face, hands and feet.

"Mother, I'm thinking, otherwise, I'll send it to Qinjia Village overnight. We can't treat the benefactor's injury. In these eight villages, only Mrs. Qin can save his life."

Although Nie Yuansheng didn't want to go on the road in the middle of the night in the cold wind, the situation of the man in black was really bad. He couldn't let his benefactor die because of his serious injuries.