Quick Wear: Another day of being criticized for falling in love at first sight

Chapter 742: The Hunter Lady is the Savior of the Powerful Official 3

"It's true that there's always sweetness after bitterness. So when did I meet the child of destiny who fell off a cliff and nearly died?"

Miaomiao doesn't really like this kind of plot where someone falls off a cliff. After all, there are people in this world who really believe that they are the lucky ones who can survive by falling off a cliff, but most of them end up being smashed into a pulp.

If you are not careful, the bones may get dislocated, which is not a very comfortable way to live.

"It should be soon. According to the plot given by the main system, it should be within ten days. As long as you rescue the other party, you will get a large sum of money to spend in this world."

Baobao was promoting the business desperately, like a businessman painting a rosy picture for his employees.

"Okay, so what was the original owner's wish?"

Miaomiao was too lazy to dwell on these things. Where to rescue people, how to meet them, how to make sure that she was not a person with ulterior motives, or even whether this huge wealth would be picked up by others were not the topics that Miaomiao cared about now. She just wanted to know her mission.

"The original owner's wish was 1. Not to be trapped in the mountains for life, but to go out and see the scenery outside.

2. Find a blood relative for yourself.

According to the information from the previous dimension, the original owner did attract the covetousness of many people after he suddenly became rich.

For many people, marrying a rich orphan girl is like marrying a golden abacus. However, among the crowd, someone did introduce the original owner to a scholar with a decent appearance as her husband.

However, before the wedding, the original owner found out that the scholar actually had another love and was planning to marry both his wife and concubine in order to deceive the original owner and enjoy the happiness of having two wives.

The original owner was not polite either, as she did not understand other principles. She just kicked the scholar from behind, causing him to vomit three liters of blood. His already weak body became even weaker.

After that, the original owner was quiet for a while, until a few years later, when he met Xiao Yunzhou who sent people back to continue to provide warmth to the original owner. The original owner asked for a large sum of gold again, and this time he was smart and went to live in the town.

In general, the original owner seemed to be unlucky in relationships. Of the eight men she met later, six were liars, and two tried to take advantage of her by force.

The original owner's martial arts skills became more and more powerful, and he became more powerful.

Although I lived well without a man in the later days, I still didn’t have my own bloodline.”

Baobao took a look and found that the original owner's living environment was too simple, even worse than Miaomiao's...

"This is a child holding a gold brick and walking on the street. Only by not showing off your wealth can you live a good life.

I like this plane very much. It's nice to have a big tree behind you to enjoy the shade.

After I save that child of luck, I will hide quietly until he comes to offer me warmth for the second time. Then I can ask for his protection. Well, I have money, so I can raise a few more..."

Miaomiao is quite happy. Although it is not necessary to really do this, it is still interesting to think about it.

However, Baobao was so frightened by his host's straightforwardness that he almost crashed. He choked for a long time before speaking carefully.

"You must abide by public order and good customs, otherwise your points will be deducted."

After Baobao finished speaking, he saw that it was almost time, so he said goodbye to Miaomiao and left first.

Only after Baobao left did Miaomiao truly begin to receive the original owner's memories.

Of course, these are only the original owner's memories before he was 15 years old.

He can read and write, is naturally strong, and has good martial arts skills taught by his father. The only problem is that he is a terrible cook.

The successive deaths of his parents made the original owner somewhat confused about life. Although he could live independently, he had a habit of saving money.

To outsiders, the female hunter of the Ling family was extremely poor and lived on the edge of the village. She had been silent since her parents passed away.

But she is not someone who is easy to bully. Not only can those ruffians in the village not take advantage of her, but if someone comes to her house to rob her while she is out, she will not only take the things back but also break their legs, even if they have to chase them out of the village and into the town.

As the saying goes, the stupid ones are afraid of the tough ones, and the tough ones are afraid of the desperate ones. After a few lively events in the village, no one dared to provoke Ling Miaomiao anymore.

He has no money and is very tough. No matter how good-looking he is, no one dares to touch him.

Miaomiao rubbed her stomach, stood up, squatted in front of the stove that was leaking some air, and used a tree branch to pick out another charcoal sweet potato that was already cold and smelled burnt. This was the original owner's dinner. On the table was breakfast.

But Miaomiao was not looking for the charcoal sweet potato. After obtaining the original owner's memories, she knew that both her parents and herself had saved money.

He is not as poor as outsiders think. He may even be the richest person in the village.

Miaomiao pushed her knuckles in, but the stove, which was already cold, was not hot. Soon she pried open the loose bricks and stones on the stove, and found a ceramic jar inside.

Miaomiao carefully took out the jar, opened the lid, and the silver ingot wrapped in oil paper rolled into her palm.

The heavy weight contained the savings left by the original owner's parents over the years, as well as the silver earned from the original owner's daily hunting in the forest in the following years, selling game and furs to regular customers in the town without spending any money.

Miaomiao was not prepared to continue the life of the original owner. The longest road the original owner had ever walked was the road to town. The rich people she saw were really rich, and the poor people were really poor.

But no matter how poor a person is, it is rare to find a house with a roof that is about to collapse like the original owner's.

Taking advantage of the bright sunshine, Miaomiao carried her hunting bow and headed straight to the west end of the village.

Old stonemason Zhou Dachui was chiseling a millstone in his yard, his gray beard shaking with his movements.

Miaomiao carefully took out the smallest silver ingot from her arms and placed it on the stone table.

"Uncle Zhou, the roof of my house is about to collapse. Can you bring your apprentice to help me replace the beams and lay the tiles as soon as possible? I'll give you some extra wages, okay?

Otherwise, if it rains twice more, it will be impossible to live here.”

Zhou Dachui narrowed his eyes and looked at the child who had finally regained his popularity, and felt a little relieved in his heart.

The animal skin quiver around her waist was still stained with blood from hunting mountain cats. She looked very tough, but also energetic.

In the past, Hunter Ling would occasionally give some meat to the villagers after hunting, and they all remembered it.

"We'll start work tomorrow and have it fixed for you within three days. This money is enough, no need to add more.

That's the right thing to do."

If you can't stand on your own, no matter what others say, it's useless. If you can stand on your own, it will be helpful to have others help you.

After Miaomiao left Uncle Zhou's house, she ran straight to the town.

She turned into the butcher shop on East Street as if she knew the place well. When the shopkeeper saw her carrying three hares on her back, he immediately smiled with wrinkles on his face.

"Miss Ling has found some good stuff again! Is she exchanging it for copper coins this time?"

"No, I'll exchange it for five pounds of brown rice and half a pound of salt. I remember you have some wound medicine here, give me two packets."

Miaomiao threw the prey on the chopping board. The shopkeepers were all familiar with each other and quickly put what Miaomiao wanted in the backpack behind her.

Miaomiao didn't walk too far. She was so hungry that she felt dizzy, so she sat down at a wonton stall on the side of the road. The original owner used to be very stingy, but now, Miaomiao, who was about to become a little rich, was ready to have two more bowls of wontons.

"Boss, give me three bowls of wontons."