After eating, Mrs. Hu asked Hu Baizhi to send food to Bi'er, who was still in Hua's house, originally Hua Qingyan wanted to go by herself, but was stopped by Mrs. Hu, "If you go, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out." The sun is still long, and you can't bear to let the little babies suffer with you, but I can't bear it. Saying that, Mrs. Hu led one into the house, saying that she wanted to find Hu Baizhi's puppets when she was a child and give them to the twins to play with.

Hua Qingyan happily entered the house with Mrs. Hu, and she didn't even give her little baby a look, and smiled helplessly. What Mrs. Hu said is indeed reasonable, it is not yet noon, when she returns to the Hua family, she will definitely be called by the Hua family to do things, Bi'er is lying on the bed again, and no one will take care of the two little buns at that time, and I don't know what it will be like to be bullied by the Hua family.

Besides, she is not a serious Hua family, she went back to the Hua family just for a place to live, and it was still early, so there was no need to go back.

Hua Qingyan thought about it and decided to go to the mountain, on the one hand, she could continue to look for food, and on the other hand, she would naturally pour out all the honeysuckle in the space and get some silver.

Hua Qingyan went to the house first to talk to Xiao Baozi, asked them to be obedient, and took two sacks with Hu Langzhong. Hu Langzhong knew her thoughts as soon as he saw her posture, shook his head with a smile, took some snake repellent medicine, told her to be careful, and let her go.

Out of the courtyard gate of the Hu family, Hua Qingyan's tears finally couldn't help falling.

From death to life, after waking up, the experience and memories of the original owner, as well as the difficult situation now, made Hua Qingyan's nerves very tense. The attitude, angry scolding and indifference of the Hua family made it a little difficult for Hua Qingyan, who had been loved by thousands of people before, to adapt. And the appearance of the Hu family, their kindness, and their help all made Hua Qingyan feel like a rain after a long drought, and her mood brightened up in an instant.

Hua Qingyan looked at the towering mountain peaks in the distance, and she firmly believed that her life would be better in the future!

Hua Qingyan did not walk the mountain road she walked in the morning, but climbed up along the road down the mountain before. She didn't rush to find food, but found a hidden place and dodged into the space.

That's right, it's the whole person who goes in, not like when he was looking for food for Xiao Wuwu before, only the spirit enters.

At this moment, Hua Qingyan stood on the black earth of the space, looking at the sea of flowers that had withered in front of her, and wanted to cry without tears. How so? She also wanted to pick all the honeysuckle in the space and sell it to Hu Langzhong, but now the honeysuckle is only left with branches, and all the flowers are withered!

Her honeysuckle, her money!

It is not only the flowers that suffer, but also the circle of fruit trees she planted around the flowers, before she died, the fruit trees were fruitful, and now, only the branches remain, and even the leaves have fallen, if it weren't for the fact that the branches still have water, Hua Qingyan would have suspected that they had withered and died.

She had collected those fruit trees from all over the world, and it took a lot of effort to get some fresh fruit for two small buns to eat every day, but now, soak in the soup!

Hua Qingyan couldn't help but recall the novels she had read before, many of which were the space that consumed its own aura in order to save the master's life, she looked at the devastated space, and felt that she could be reborn, it was completely the credit of the space, so it would not be a pity for the lost fruits and flowers when she thought about it.

Letting go of distracting thoughts, Hua Qingyan began to work in the flower field. Pull out the dead plants in the flower field, and then plant new seeds from the warehouse of the small bamboo building, and when all are planted, water them in the small pond, of course, she did not forget to water the fruit trees, those are the fruits of their family of four!

After doing this, Hua Qingyan went out of the space, she had to find out where there was honeysuckle, pick some and bring them back, and go out with two sacks, it was not good to return empty-handed. Fortunately, Hua Qingyan's luck was good, and after walking for less than ten minutes, she found a large area of honeysuckle of about 100 square meters - a flower field. The small, white and yellow honeysuckle blooms in clusters, forming a large patch, and just looking at it like this makes people feel pleasing to the eye. Hua Qingyan happily ran over and started her flower picking business.

Hua Qingyan's movements were very careful, trying not to destroy each flower. She is originally a lover of flowers, and she clearly understands that even if she sells it as a medicinal herb, it depends on the quality, so she is more cautious in her actions. But after all, she can be regarded as a half-professional flower farmer, so she is so restrained in her movements, but her speed is not slow at all, and gradually a sack has been filled. By the time she filled both sacks, the sun had risen above her head. Hua Qingyan estimated that if she didn't go back, the two little buns were afraid that they would cry, so she put the two sacks of honeysuckle into the space and returned the same way, and then took out the sack after going down the mountain, which would save a little lighter.

I don't know if God finally couldn't see what happened to Hua Qingyan, so she had good luck again, and found a nest of mountain eggs and a pheasant that was foraging.

Hua Qingyan's eyes lit up, as if a wolf had seen its prey.

Meat! Finally meat to eat! I'm going to take this pheasant down today anyway!

Hua Qingyan leaned over to the place where the pheasant was, holding the sickle tightly in her hand. The pheasant did not know that danger was coming, and still roamed gracefully in the grass, occasionally lowering his head and pecking.

Suddenly, a sickle stabbed out obliquely from the side, the pheasant stretched his neck and screamed, his whole body was pierced by the sickle, and he flew more than a meter away, and fell to the ground unwillingly fluttering his wings, and the tail of the sickle had a pair of small hands with dark yellow skin.

Good fat chicken all the time! Enough to eat more than two meals! If you stew the soup, you can drink it for several days!

Hua Qingyan walked over and lifted up the fluttering pheasant, feeling the heavy importance, and her heart blossomed. Finally, I can boil chicken soup for a few people to replenish their bodies. Hua Qingyan saw that the pheasant was still struggling, so she simply gave it a break, then put it in a small bamboo basket, and served the mountain eggs in the chicken coop in a pot when she returned.

Good fellows, there are ten! This pheasant can really give birth! But even if she can give birth again, it can only become the fat in her stomach!