Cheng Yangyang really raised her head step by step, and entered the deep mountains that no one in Wangjia Village had ever stepped into, and she had to pay attention to the movement in front of her, for fear of any large animals.

She had climbed as hard as she could, and the ground was full of weeds, and she couldn't walk.

Cheng Yangyang felt that she had been climbing for a long time, and her physical strength was gradually exhausted, but when she looked back, she was only a short distance away from the foot of the mountain, no wonder she didn't find anything to eat all the way up.

The wind blows the forest, and there are all kinds of sounds in the mountains, listening to the sounds, Cheng Yangyang of course climbed to the place where the movement is the greatest.

It's all up, if it's just to see the scenery, it's not necessary, after all, when life and death are at stake, she doesn't want to be forced to accept the tragic fate of starvation.

Cheng Yangyang didn't know where his confidence came from, and he suddenly felt full of strength, grabbing a stone like a monkey and climbing up.

"Let's go!"

A strange sound sounded behind her, Cheng Yangyang was startled, she kept going to the place where there was a sound, the back behind her who she passed by just now was at least safe, why did the sound sound from behind her?

Cheng Yangyang held her breath and listened carefully to the movement behind her, and the approaching "click" sound made her hair stand up suddenly, was it going to be planted at the beginning?

It wouldn't be so unlucky, would it?

Holding the luck psychology of "I am the protagonist, I have an aura", Cheng Yangyang turned around sharply and propped his hands on the stone, looking for the thing that made that sound.

Seeing that it was a bamboo chicken with an injured foot flapping the dead branches on the ground with its wings and walking towards her, Cheng Yangyang picked up the bamboo chicken with some surprise, and when she looked up, she saw a weasel staring at her not far away.

The bamboo chicken had obviously escaped after being bitten by a weasel, and when it saw someone here, it didn't dare to step forward, so it could only stare from a short distance, trying to force her away with a warning look.

How could Cheng Yangyang easily let go of the meat that was sent to the door for nothing? She is not superstitious about Wong Tai Sin, if it weren't for her physical strength now, she would dare to eat a weasel!

"Thank you!" Cheng Yangyang shook the bamboo chicken in his hand at the weasel and said proudly.

Tie the bamboo chicken she picked up with thatch and carry it to her wrist, she continued to climb up, everything she could see in her eyes, she silently wrote down, some edible mushrooms and wild vegetables, she didn't move for the time being, and picked them again when she came back.

After climbing through this steep stone forest, the real mountain forest is the first to see, with bushes and jagged trunks that shade the sun and the shade of the mountains.

The dense grass under her feet made Cheng Yangyang's scalp tingle, and she was afraid that something would suddenly burst out of the grass without shoes, so she climbed an old tree with a crooked neck that was not tall or short, with a thick trunk.

Sitting on the tree, she could see farther, and the distant mountains and forests were dimly lit and she could only see what was around her.

The grass under your feet leans against the stone forest, there are few traces of animals walking, and a few meters further up, you can see the traces of the grass being trampled, large and small, and it is impossible to see what animals have passed here.

When Cheng Yangyang was still trying to stretch his neck to study the marks on the ground, the bamboo chicken in his hand fluttered violently, stepped on her arm to break free, and fell.

"My chicken!"

She reached out to grab the falling chicken, but the speed was not as fast as gravity, so she could only watch the chicken fall into the grass, struggling and trying to escape.

Cheng Yangyang hurriedly hugged the trunk of the tree and climbed down, and she could still pick it up before the chicken ran.

But before the tree was halfway down, she heard other movement below, and she quickly stopped, and looked closely, and under the stone she had just climbed, there was a porcupine struggling and screaming.

It turned out that it was the chicken she fell that attracted the greedy porcupine, and the porcupine, which lived in the cave during the day, saw an injured chicken through a crack in the stone, and couldn't help but want to pounce, but accidentally got stuck in the stones on and off the ground.

God help me! Cheng Yangyang was a little excited.

She sat down on the trunk of the tree leisurely, anyway, the chicken couldn't run away, and the pig couldn't break free, so she waited, and when the hard thorns on the pig's body were all broken, she went down again.

While waiting, she carefully watched her surroundings, porcupines are social animals, what if the pig comes to other companions, or other beasts are coming when they hear the noise, she can choke enough.

But as if God had favored her, she waited until the pig had worn out the skin and had only her last breath, and there was no other living creature around, as before she came.

Cheng Yangyang sneaked down the tree like a thief, picked up the chicken that was fluttering and hung up on the ground, walked to the stuck porcupine, and squatted down.

"Tsk", Cheng Yangyang shook his head, his heart was dark, "Let me help you lift the stone."

She threw the chicken on the rock, and found vines to tie the two front hooves of the porcupine, which from the hooves were supposed to be juvenile porcupines.

The porcupine is helpless, and if it can't move, it can only be at the mercy of others, and its mouth is unwilling to scream.

The stone that pressed the pig was not big, but a few stones were stacked on it, and Cheng Yangyang pushed the stones away one by one, and before she could save the pig, she was already sweating profusely.

Not to mention, sometimes, the favor of God is quite tiring.

In the end, the pig ran out of strength, and she didn't have any strength either.

Moving away from the last stone, Cheng Yangyang saw this complete pig sample, which was less than twenty catties by eyesight, and there was a small hole in the ground behind it, which was probably dug by itself.

The hole looked very deep, as if it was connected somewhere, which made Cheng Yangyang's legs suddenly weak, she grabbed the pig's trotters in one hand and the chicken in the other, and hurriedly went down the mountain along the same road.

I stumbled all the way down the mountain, and I didn't care about the wild vegetables I said I was going to pick when I went up the mountain, I only knew that I was going down the mountain vigorously, for fear that the relatives of the pigs behind would suddenly come out of the hole.

Cheng Yangyang was really relieved to step on that piece of dirt again, she sat on the ground panting, chickens, pigs, people, dead deaths, wounded injuries, and exhausted physical strength.

The little girl's dilapidated house has no daily necessities, no bowls, no dishes, not even a knife, and Cheng Yangyang doesn't know how she survived for more than a year after being picked up.

Looking at the dead chickens and dying pigs, Cheng Yangyang had no choice but to go out to Wangjia Village, by the way, to see if there was any flint or anything to borrow, otherwise she would have to drill wood to make fire tonight.

The steep slope behind the house is really difficult to walk, and Cheng Yangyang still climbs all the way down while grabbing the weeds next to him.

The gray-black rags on her body were stained with loess, she patted her hand casually, looked intently at the unfamiliar village in front of her, and walked to the nearest house.