After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

Chapter 211

The figures, one big and one small, walking away from the scene looked like injured loaches trudging through the mud, stopping for a while and then walking again.

The sound of the gong struck the morning mist, as if trying to shake out some unwilling echo.

Qi Yi looked down at his straw sandals with toes leaking out, then returned to the kitchen to look for the straw he had stored away earlier. He did not intend to sleep, so he sat on the ground, hung up the straw stems, and began to twist the straw into ropes, tying them into bundles, and using the ropes as bands to mend his sandals.

After working on it for a long time, the shoe upper finally stopped being hungry, but it didn't fit my feet very well and was a bit stiff.

Qi Yi looked at the sky and had no time to make any more adjustments. He started to light a fire and heat millet. There was a piece of sweet potato as big as his palm hidden in the stove. While he was digging it out of the ground, he secretly took a small bite. It tasted sweet. He planned to bake it and give it to his mother.

Qi Jing only knew how to eat the food served on the table. Since there were two capable people at home, they naturally would not condescend to have nothing better to do than dig the stove.

The firewood was damp and dark in color. Grasping it felt like touching rough, cold skin. Qi Yi shivered, not knowing if it was because of the cold.

I went to the market and the back hills yesterday, and there wasn't enough firewood left. If it doesn't rain today, I'll have to go out and chop some more. Qi Yi spread out the firewood that hadn't been touched for a long time. Fortunately, there were no mouse holes or small animals like hedgehogs. When he turned to the bottom, a thin round stick caught Qi Yi's attention.

It's not too long, but you can tell it was originally a tool for working. One end has been cut off, and it should have been covered with an iron head.

never seen it.

Such a round and straight stick was just an object in such a poor home and it definitely could not be used to fill the stove. Qi Yi was just about to put the stick in the corner when Qi Jing suddenly came in.

"It's still not done after so long..."

"Hey! Who told you to move?"

When Qi Jing rubbed his eyes and entered the kitchen, he saw the young boy holding a long stick, with a pile of ashes under his feet. He was not childish, but had a calm expression. He felt a chill in his back. However, the man who had been in the business for most of his life immediately realized that as a father, how could he be afraid of this little bastard?

"What? Are you going to rebel?"

Qi Jing grabbed the stick and looked it up and down: "I thought it was lost somewhere. How come the tip of the shovel is rusted away?"

The man pulled up his undershirt and used his feet to dig up the firewood on the ground. He saw some red rust on it, which showed that it had indeed been rotten over the years.

It would cost a lot of money to get a matching head. Qi Jing glanced at the boy who was just standing there and said, "Hurry up and cook!"

After saying that, he returned to the main room with the long stick.

At breakfast, Qi Yi was given a bowl of porridge, most of which was drunk by Qi Jing. Mother was given a bowl of porridge, and so much soup could be seen at the bottom of the bowl.

He finished the work in the fields yesterday. His stepfather probably wouldn't go to the fields again today. The man tugged at his trouser waist and went out to the market.

Qi Yi knew that he went to gamble at the small stall in the corner of the city. They were all poor people and didn't play big. They would go if they had a few coins. As long as he didn't get drunk at home, Qi Yi was happy to go anywhere.

After everyone left the yard, Qi Yi ran back to the kitchen and brought Jing Xiaocui some hot sweet potatoes.

"Mom, eat quickly!"

Jing Xiaocui wanted to refuse: "My dear, you eat it. Mommy is not hungry."

Jing Xiaocui was happy and sad every time she saw her diligent son running around to find food to fill the house. But her health was not good, especially after she gave birth to her sister. She often had to work hard to get up.

"Mom, I've eaten." Qi Yi remembered the bird eggs in the salt jar and picked them up as well.

"It's a big nest, there are seven or eight of them. I'm full, so I'll leave two for you to replenish your body."

Jing Xiaocui then took the sweet potatoes and bird eggs, and looked like she was about to cry but didn't know how to. Before she started crying, her sister who was lying on the bed in the room started crying.

"Eat quickly, mother."

Jing Xiaocui didn't have time to savor the food slowly. After she had satisfied her stomach, she went back to feed her sister.

My sister's crying was also soft and weak, like the cry of a kitten. Perhaps because she was weak, she seldom cried. This was also the reason why Qi Jing could tolerate leaving the child in the house.

Qi Yi stood outside the house, listening to gossip that he had heard about how a grown-up child should avoid his mother. He felt that he was already quite old enough to support the family, so he also learned to avoid his mother.

Although he didn't know why he should avoid it.

"mother."

Qi Yi lowered his head and looked at his feet: "Did I have any brothers or sisters?"

Jing Xiaocui was busy changing her sister's diaper. Before she could hear clearly the first time, Qi Yi repeated it again.

"No, you are mother's first child. Why do you ask this?"

Qi Yi said "hmm" but didn't answer. He then asked, "Does stepfather have any children?"

Jing Xiaocui looked out the window when she heard that, and after making sure that there was no one else at home except her mother and her two daughters, she said, "Don't let anyone hear you calling him like that, or he'll be upset when he gets home."

After straightening her collar, Jing Xiaocui replied, "The matchmaker said that he had one before. He spent a lot of money to marry her when he was still in his hometown, but she got sick and didn't survive. That's why he is so anxious to find a wife."

"So he had children?"

Jing Xiaocui shook her head: "I don't know, probably not. Why are you asking this?"

Qi closed the door for his mother to block the wind: "Nothing, just asking, you have nothing to do during the day, rest in bed. I'll go out to collect firewood."

The sky was gloomy, but it was not going to rain for the time being. Qi packed his backpack, said goodbye to his mother, and left the yard.

The firewood that could be picked up nearby had long been gone. The slope of the mountain behind was steep, and the trees there were like coiled dragons, so there was nothing to cut.

Qi Yi carried the basket on his back and headed for Wanshan. If he had time to spare on the way back and forth today, he wanted to go to the place where Grandma Li burned paper yesterday.

Wanshan is the north side of the mountain. It is gentle and far. It takes two hours to walk there. It might be okay on normal days, but today his new straw sandals didn't fit his feet well. After walking only a few dozen miles, Qi Yi felt pain in his toes.

But I still have to go.

Let's deal with it first. Qi Yi sat on a big rock by the roadside, took off his shoes, and looked at the blood blister on the side of his right big toe. It was full of white water, and the bloodshot looked like a red fish eye.

Qi Yi pulled out a hair and passed it through the blood bubble, allowing some of the water inside to flow out. This way he didn't have to squeeze it and could still continue on his journey.

Before I could put on my shoes, a dozen people came over from the corner of the road, surrounding a woman and a child.

The clothes she wore were rare and luxurious, and the child was sleeping on the back of a tall and strong servant, with colorful patterns of precious flowers on the cuffs. The woman was exhausted, but she still insisted on walking.

Qi Yi put on his shoes and moved aside.

"That kid over there—"

The woman with the headband seemed to be ill and looked listless. She suddenly asked Qi Yi, "How far is the Mountain God Cave?"

Qi Yi responded and estimated, "Another hour."

When the woman heard this, she curled her lips, her face drooped and became swollen. It seemed that she was extremely tired.

"so far……"

The group did not stop to rest, but continued to move forward.

Qi Yi stood at the back, looking at the loads carried by several servants, which contained pig heads, suckling lambs, various fruits, and four guards holding knives.

He had seen this shape of knife before. This was the type used by people in the county magistrate's office.

Qi Yi remembered what Li Mancang had said - that person was unhappy, and he had to go and pay tribute to him.

In the past one or two years, I was still not very sensible, and Qi Jing was a dull and confused person. Ever since his parents passed away, he never thought about offering sacrifices to the mountain gods.

What use is a mountain god to provide food or drink? Qi Jing just wants to fill his stomach.

Qi Yi had never been to the mountain god temple. Today, as he watched the group of people slowly walking away, he suddenly wanted to go to the temple to take a look.

The young man looked up at the sky, and instead of taking the main road, he walked along a small path covered with dense bushes towards Wanshan.

As for worship...

Check back along the way to see if there are any bird eggs to be taken.