True Martial World - Chapter 59

Chapter 59: Kindness

Translator: CKtalon  Editor: CKtalon

A normal person had no way of leaving their tribal clan. Leaving the tribal clan meant that there would be no source of food, so going into the Cloud Wilderness was the same as sending them to their deaths.

“We can go to the back mountains. Bring all our food, we will build a treehouse in the back mountain and stay there for a month!”

Yi Yun had already planned it out. He could not be seen, and there was no way he could stay in the Lian tribal clan anymore. The best solution was to hide in the back mountains.

The back mountains were vast, and did not have any herbs. Few would go there normally.

“To the back mountains? What will happen when our food runs out? Where can we go then?”

“We won’t finish it. Sis Xiaorou, take heart,” as Yi Yun smiled. He had obtained a lot of meat from the old man. It was sufficient for several months. And in a month, the kingdom’s selection would happen, so Yi Yun was not worried one bit.

At that time, he would settle the debts clearly! Lian Chengyu, Zhao Tiezhu, Lian Cuihua and all those that bullied him will meet their just deserts!

Yi Yun helped Jiang Xiaorou gather their belongings. In fact, it was only a bag of food and the bed in the inner room that had not been sullied by the cow dung. All the bowls and plates had been caked in cow dung, and were no longer usable.

“Oh? There’s someone.” Yi Yun hid himself and with the moonlight, he saw a few people gently pushing the yard door, and walked into the dung-filled courtyard.

It was the Aunt Wang, Uncle Zhou and their daughter Zhou Xiaoke from next door.

Aunt Wang had often lent Yi Yun food. Yi Yun had previously given them a large portion of bacon he had received to Aunt Wang.

Aunt Wang’s daughter Zhou Xiaoke was about the same age as Yi Yun, and had followed him all around when they were young. Back then she would often be covered in mud from her exploitations, but now she was much quieter and had the temperament of a young lady.

“Little girl Jiang, Aunt is here to give you your meal. You haven’t eaten a whole day…”

The courtyard was filled with cow dung, and it troubled Aunt Wang. She did not know what illness Yi Yun had contracted. He was a perfectly good child that was chosen by Lord Zhang a few days ago. And the villagers had said he had finally amounted to something and his family had struck gold.

But in a few short days, it was all gone with one word?

Heaven sure was blind.

Aunt Wang was dismayed that there was no light coming from the house.

“Have Sis Xiaorou and Brother Yi Yun left?”

From outside came Zhou Xiaoke’s sad and shaking voice.

Yi Yun peered through the window and saw a young girl the same age as him standing by the door. She had a round face like an apple, and her face were in tears.

Yi Yun sighed, even in this poor and emotionless Lian tribal clan, there were still people like this Aunt, and a young girl who still remembered him…

When he was chosen by Zhang Yuxian, the villagers had begun to curry favor him, but it wasn’t anything. When everyone thought that he had died from a plague, they condemned him. This was the truth that beared in their minds.

Yi Yun gave a wink to Jiang Xiaorou.

Jiang Xiaorou understood and said, “Aunt Wang, don’t come in. I’m already sleeping. There isn’t any place for you to step on, and…

Jiang Xiaorou didn’t say anymore. Aunt Wang sighed for she knew Jiang Xiaorou was worried about the plague infecting her. She could only clear a spot and left the items by the door.

“Lass, I’ve made a bowl of soup noodles for you. I’ll place it here. You can also use the bowl. I’ll be leaving first.”

In a poor village, it was easy to have evil people, but hard to have kind people as the notion of giving an inch and he’ll take a mile prevailed. Yi Yun had given Aunt Wang some bacon, and Aunt Wang had brought some soup noodles. In this period, soup noodles were a rare item.

Aunt Wang knew that Jiang Xiaorou had no chance of eating since noon. As her house was bombarded by cow dung, how could she make a meal?

Aunt Wang placed the soup noodles down and said, “let’s go.”

Aunt Wang pulled the tearing Zhou Xiaoke and together with Uncle Zhou, closed the yard door, and left the yard.

Uncle Zhou was a dull man, and did not speak a word. He had some strength, allowing their family to get by.

After Aunt Wang left, Yi Yun came to the yard and brought the bowl of hot soup noodles in. This soup noodles was different from those from Earth. It was handmade. Each short and thick noodle had the imprints of Aunt Wang’s.

“In the future, I’ll repay them. Those who harmed me, I’ll remember it. Those who were good to me, I’ll remember it.”

Yi Yun thought to himself and brought Jiang Xiaorou away into the mountains.

…

Deep in the night, Yi Yun and Jiang Xiaorou came to the back mountains. This was a spot Yi Yun had specifically chosen. It was well hidden and near a water source. There was also a large tree, suitable for building a treehouse.

It was already deep in winter, and the chill in the mountains were worse. White frost bits crystallized on the rocks. Each breath blew out a white mist.

Jiang Xiaorou’s face was red from the cold. She shrank her body and kept rubbing her hands as a thin layer of goosebumps appeared on her skin.

Even a strong man, not to mention a fifteen year old girl, wouldn’t be able to survive in the deep mountains for one winter night. They were bound to catch a chill the second day after sleeping.

They only had one bedding, which was not enough back home; now in the cold mountains, it was even worse.

“Yun-er, it’s too cold. We won’t last more than a few days,” Jiang Xiaorou was confused. They had left their house in a spur. Although the house was in shambles, it could still keep out the cold. How were they to survive in the mountains?

The future seemed to be dark.

How could they survive?

Yi Yun laughed, “Sis Xiaorou, don’t worry.”

Yi Yun went to the back a huge boulder and took out a pile of firewood.

When he separated from Old Man Su, the sky was still bright. He could not return to the village, so he had roughly prepared a temporary foothold. The firewood was also prepared at that time.

“Yun-er, you…” Jiang Xiaorou was surprised. At that moment, Yi Yun had sparked the fire starters, setting the wood on fire.

In a moment, a flame began burning as hot air began to rise. The frost on the surrounding rocks began to melt and Jiang Xiaorou felt some warmth.

In such desperate times, a tiny bit of warmth gave Jiang Xiaorou hope.

“Sis, look at what this is,” Yi Yun laughed as he took out a big bag from behind the boulder and unwrapped it. Jiang Xiaorou took a curious look and when she saw its contents, she was stunned.

In the bag was food, there were meat, vegetables and even wild fruits!

The meat accounted for a large proportion. They were all cut up with their fur removed. They were all fresh meat and when put together would weigh more than two hundred catties!

“Yun-er where did you get that from?” Jiang Xiaorou looked with disbelief at Yi Yun.

Meat was rich in fat and was a high caloric food. In poor environments, meat was a life saver.

“Sis Xiaorou, don’t ask. I’ll promise you that in the future, I’ll ensure a comfortable life for you. Our tough days are over. Whoever bullied us, we will return it a hundred times!” Yi Yun’s voice carried a hint of killing intent. After training for two months, just like his strength, Yi Yun slowly became more and more ruthless and resolute.

In this world, the strong preyed on the weak, there was no rule of the law. Using the values from Earth to interact with others was the same as courting death.

Now, if not for the Purple Crystal’s help, he would have long been forced to the wall.

“Sis Xiaorou, look well! Today, I’ll let Sis Xiaorou eat the most delicious foods!”