Through the troubled times and famine, I just want to farm peacefully

On the way, they met Yun Mo and Yun Er who were carrying buckets to fetch water.

"Miss Lin, can you eat the beef intestines you are holding?"

Yun Er was knowledgeable, but he had never seen anyone eat beef intestines.

Lin Yinan glanced at Yun Mo, who was pursing his lips and not saying anything, and nodded, "It's edible, and it smells delicious."

"Well, can I trade with you?"

Yun Er is very obsessed with food.

Lin Yinan looked up at the sky and said, "It's too late today. We have to wait until tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll wait."

As the saying goes, good food is worth waiting for. It’s just one night, so Yun Er can still wait.

When they passed each other, Yun Mo couldn't help but ask, "Are you hurt?"

Lin Yinan didn't hear clearly, so he paused and looked back at him, "You're asking me?"

"Are you injured?" Yun Mo repeated.

"No, thank you for your concern!"

Lin Yinan said and walked away.

Yun Mo looked at her departing back with a sense of loss.

When they returned to the camp, Zhang had already stewed the beef that Lin Shuo brought back.

When Mrs. Zhao saw Lin Yinan bringing back another piece of meat, she weighed it in her hand and said angrily, "Isn't the meat your uncle brought back enough? Why are you going to exchange it again?"

Lin Yinan scooped water to wash his hands, "No, it was given to me by the village chief."

Old Mrs. Zhao never expected that the stingy village chief would finally be willing to give up.

"How could he be willing to give such a big piece of meat?"

Lin Yiheng, who was sitting next to her to rest, heard this and said, "Grandma, there will be no problem if my sister can get it back."

"to make."

Just as Mrs. Zhao was about to put the meat away, she looked embarrassed when she saw the beef tripe and intestines on the skewer.

"Anan, how do you cook these two things?"

Lin Yinan put his hands on his lower back and wiped them, "Grandma, put it aside for now, I'll cook it tomorrow."

"This thing smells like cow shit. Can you eat it?"

"It doesn't stink. You'll know when I make it tomorrow."

Mrs. Zhao put the tripe and intestines into the basin and said, "Then I'll clean them for you and you can cook them for me tomorrow."

Dinner was ready and everyone, as they had never eaten beef before, enjoyed it especially well.

After a tiring day, Lin Yinan only felt full after eating three full bowls of rice.

After dinner, she fetched some water, washed herself briefly in the thatched hut that had been cleared out to be used as a toilet, and then fell asleep on the oilcloth that Li Shulan had laid out.

Lin Yian and Lu Changqing snuggled beside her.

Li Shulan took a towel and wiped her hair while talking to Lin Yiheng.

"When Anan killed the bandit leader today, your aunt Zhu looked very upset."

Lin Yiheng comforted her, "Anyone would be scared if they saw something like this for the first time."

"No." Li Shulan paused and continued, "From the look of her, she doesn't seem to like your sister brandishing swords and guns."

"Mom, if you live well, no one likes to kill people. You saw what happened today. If I didn't take action, the ones who died would be the village chief and the villagers of Linjia Village."

"I'm afraid her future mother-in-law won't like it."

Lin Yiheng added a piece of wood to the fire and clapped his hands, "Don't worry, Yunzhi is not a corrupt person."

Li Shulan put down the towel, picked up the comb, and carefully helped Lin Yinan comb her hair bit by bit.

"It's been a tough journey for Anan. Fortunately, she insisted on practicing martial arts."

Lin Yiheng stared straight at the dancing flames, and after a long silence, he said, "It's late. Mom, you're just getting well. Go to bed early."

The next day, it was just dawn and the mist had not yet dissipated.

Lin Yinan has completed practicing a set of sword techniques and a set of boxing techniques in the forest.

"Have you learned this new style of boxing?" Lin Yiheng walked out of the forest.

"Brother, why did you get up so early?"

Lin Yinan did not answer but asked instead, she had just finished practicing military boxing.

Lin Yiheng's eyes were bright and his tone was gentle, "When I was at home, I would often get up early to practice swordplay with Dad. Dad was always partial to me, saying that girls were delicate and weak, and he never let you work too hard when studying and practicing swordplay. My sister always practiced secretly behind Dad's back."

Following his words, Lin Yinan's mind emerged an image of a little girl who stubbornly practiced swordplay behind someone's back, with bruises all over her body.

"Mother doesn't want you to practice martial arts, she wants to teach you how to cook. My sister doesn't know the difference between grains, but she doesn't even dare to kill a chicken."

After Lin Yiheng finished speaking, he looked at her with clear eyes.

Lin Yinan's heart tightened, he finally discovered it.

"how do you know?"

Lin Yiheng's fingertips hidden under his sleeves were trembling slightly, and his throat felt like something was blocking it, making him feel uncomfortable and painful.

He looked at his sister in front of him, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he paused for a long time before he slowly spoke.

"My sister loves martial arts, but she faints at the sight of blood. You kill people like cutting melons and vegetables, without changing your expression, and you can even heal wounds."

"My sister is picky about food and not good at cooking, but you can easily find food to fill your stomach, and your cooking skills are excellent."

"My sister can only defend herself with a few moves, but you are decisive and have great strategies and are a natural general."

"Although she likes to practice martial arts, she always likes to pester her mother and act like a spoiled child. You have a tough character and you never say a word when you suffer and get hurt."

Finally, Lin Yiheng asked the question in his mind, "Who are you?"

He was taught by his father at the age of three and has always been very attentive to him. His mother has not yet realized that it is because his father passed away in a hurry and he did not have much energy to pay attention to the changes in his children, or maybe she thought that his sister became like this because of the blow she suffered.

"My name is Lin Yinan..."

"Wait, I'm asking what your name was before?" Lin Yiheng interrupted her quickly

"My name used to be Lin Yinan."

Lin Yiheng was stunned for a moment.

What a coincidence?

I remember Master Sichen from the academy. He was a Taoist scholar and had a very good relationship with my father. He often came to our house to make tea and wine.

Three years ago, Master Si Chen was drinking wine and discussing poetry with his father at home. He met his sister once, and he told his father that his sister was missing a soul.

Although my sister practices martial arts, she gets sick whenever the weather changes. She looks cute and adorable, but in fact her mind is confused and ignorant, which is because she lacks a soul.

Master Si Chen said that his sister's missing soul would have to wait until she turned fifteen. When the opportunity came, that soul would return from training and then the body and soul would be united.

Master Si Chen also said that if their spirit and soul were to unite in the future, he saw from his sister's face that she would have the talent to become a general or a minister.

The father asked what would happen if that soul did not return?

Master Si Chen said that it would affect one's lifespan and cause premature death.

He was over fifteen years old at that time, and happened to be nearby. He heard the conversation between his father and Master Sichen clearly, and kept it in mind.

My father never told my mother because he was afraid that she would worry.

Now it seems that my sister has returned to her true self.

As for the talents of generals and ministers that Master Sichen mentioned.

Lin Yiheng recalled how his sister had dealt with the bandits with decisiveness tonight.

The so-called talent of a general or a minister is one who can use military force to stabilize the country and literary force to govern the country and ensure the safety of the people.

He couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. He knew he had to keep this matter to himself and not tell anyone.

My father once mentioned this to Uncle Su as a joke, but Uncle Su didn't believe it at the time.

I'm afraid Uncle Su has already seen my sister's performance today.