How Can a Woman Have Fun in Farming?

And compared to the construction of children's brains.

Most adults have a stereotyped image of a witch early on, and it is hard to change over time.

In just two days, adults who think they are more mature than children will not be tempted by the simple smell of meat and houses.

The only thing they worry about is:

How long will the situation of Emilia and Lu Yuan shouting continue?

Fear and rejection again.

Life has to go on, and food still has to be earned by hunting.

"Go on, how should we live that day?"

Such worries emerged in the minds of countless townspeople.

It is impossible for the residents of the town to keep their doors closed because of the arrival of Lu Yuan and Emilia.

In the Middle Ages of sword and magic, ordinary people would not live better.

Most people rely on hunting to barely maintain food and clothing and not starve to death.

You can't live if you stay locked in the room all the time.

"I'll talk to someone else about it."

The door was opened a small crack, and the same and similar words resounded in every corner of the town.

No one knew it, and the smell of meat wafted through the town.

How many similar thoughts spread in the small town together.

End of this chapter

The lunch of several people gradually came to an end in such a noisy environment.

Follow-up, after Lu Yuan was taken away by Emilia.

The girl named Werther started to eat meat. She was a little slow at first, but then it became faster and faster, and gradually developed into a wolfish, but her expression still seemed to be a little bit sloppy.

The remaining quarter of the meat went into Werther's stomach.

After lunch, there is a strong smell of meat wafting around the entrance of the whole town.

Alice Roald followed with Amelia's foot treatment.

And Lu Yuan wandered around alone, doing the so-called after-dinner exercise.

Only this time.

There still seemed to be someone following behind him.

"Don't look at your sister, why did you come to find me?"

In the quiet forest, the snowflakes are flying in the sky, and the green trees are swaying in the cold wind.

Lu Yuan stopped and spoke.

Little snowflakes fell on her cheeks.

Accompanied by the crunching sound of fallen leaves and dead branches being trampled.

A small figure gradually appeared behind Lu Yuan.

It was still a thin figure, wearing clothes that looked extraordinarily thin in the wind.

Werther, a little refugee, came here following Lu Yuan who was walking.

It was like the scene of deja vu not long ago.

"Why didn't you speak?"

Lu Yuan looked sideways at the silent little figure, and spoke as if teasing.

"Could it be that you want to kill me?"

He was making such complaints.

After all, he had teased Werther just now.

And Wei Te in the distance also froze slightly when he heard Lu Yuan's words.

Then bent down.

"Thank you~"

She thanked Lu Yuan.

The crisp sound was transmitted in the snow-covered forest, and the rustling snowflakes fell with the wind.

Hearing this completely unexpected thank you, Lu Yuan was also a little stunned.

Lu Yuan: "..."

"Hey, little brat."

"How old are you?"

Lu Yuan looked at the little refugee who kept bending over to thank him and asked.

Werther: "...?"

The little girl bent over obviously didn't expect Lu Yuan to ask such a question suddenly.

But after hesitating for a while, she still replied honestly.

"Eight years old."

The girl's crisp voice echoed in the forest.

"Eight years old~"

"The eight-year-old kid in my hometown is usually the image of a brat who is my second child."

"An apology or something really doesn't fit this style of painting."

Lu Yuan shook his head while talking about some things that Werther did not understand.

But Lu Yuan didn't seem to intend to make her understand.

Sometimes things are just weird.

Seeing the eight-year-old Werold wearing thin clothes and turning red from the cold in the wind, Lu Yuan just lamented the good physical fitness of people from another world.

But when the other party bent down to thank him so earnestly, he felt an inexplicable uncomfortable feeling instead.

So are you sympathetic or not?

Looking at Werther standing quite far away from him.

Lu Yuan squatted down.

"Hey, little brat."

"How about getting closer?"

Lu Yuan waved at Wei Te.

Werther: "..."

The little girl with carbon gray on her face hesitated for a while, and finally approached Lu Yuan step by step.

Watching Werther approaching gradually.

Lu Yuan came to a tree, and he knocked on the tree.

Then a small, pure wooden wood carving appeared in Lu Yuan's hands.

"Let me tell you, this thing is called Ultraman."

"Once upon a time, in the distant M78 nebula, there existed a giant of light named Ultraman."

"Whenever monsters come..."

The trunk of the ancient tree, following Lu Yuan's explanation, turned into three-dimensional pictures and kept changing.

Relying on his memory, Lu Yuan told Wei Te a story about Ultraman fighting monsters.

Although the eight-year-old little Werther didn't say a word, she still stared closely at the painting on the bark with her burgundy eyes.

And looking at this scene, Lu Yuan couldn't help but feel a little proud.

The kid is really a kid, how can you resist the charm of cartoons.

Wait until a story has been told in its entirety.

Lu Yuan began to ask Wei Te how he felt about this story.

Lu Yuan: "How do you feel?"

Witte: "Why does Ultraman protect humans?"

Lu Yuan: "Because they are the embodiment of light."

Witte: "What is the incarnation of light?"

Lu Yuan: "Kindness, bravery, and justice, the protectors of mankind, can always appear in time at the last moment."

Lu Yuan endured the little shame in his heart, and explained to the little kid.

Werther: "Then there is no incarnation of light in this world."

Maintaining a slightly innocent expression, Wei Te said the above words as if it was a matter of course.

Lu Yuan: "..."

"Little kid, do you know that you will be beaten for talking nonsense?"

Lu Yuan watched Wei Te complaining.

Werther: "?"

The little girl looked up at Lu Yuan.