The Whole Village Thrives After Adopting a Lucky Girl-Chapter 517 - 515: Previous Life Fairy World Extra Story_3

Chapter 515: Previous Life Fairy World Extra Story_3

But they returned empty-handed after searching all the surrounding giant beasts.

Jiang Sanlang felt somewhat depressed and had to retreat.

They dared not stray too far from their homeland because Mrs. Spring and Yingbao were still in the cellar.

A few more days passed, and they still hadn’t found anything useful. They dared not hunt the demonic beasts, so they could only hide in the cellar and wait for an opportunity.

In no time, cultivators would come to hunt the demonic beasts, and then they could pick up the leftovers.

By the time September came, the wild beasts became more and more restless, destroying all the thatched cottages in the village. Only the few cottages of the Jiang Family remained untouched by the beasts. However, some giant beasts began tentatively approaching.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Sanlang’s heart sank.

Had they noticed something?

Thinking of his wife and daughter, he was filled with intense regret.

If he had known, he wouldn’t have been so reckless. If his greed ended up killing his entire family, even if he went to the eighteenth level of hell, he wouldn’t be able to redeem his sin.

Looking at Yingbao again, she was standing upright, listening to something, and suddenly she climbed up to Jiang Sanlang and clung onto him, crying out.

Jiang Sanlang picked up his daughter, anxiously asking, “What does Baobao want to do?”

Yingbao blinked her eyes, and her small hand pointed towards the cellar entrance: “Ah! Ah!”

Jiang Sanlang looked towards the cellar entrance, asking, “Does Baobao want to go out?”

Yingbao nodded.

Jiang Sanlang locked eyes with his daughter for a moment, sighed, and then, with his daughter fastened to his chest with a cloth strap, began to climb up the ladder.

Mrs. Spring was worried, asking: “Where are you taking Baobao?”

Before Jiang Sanlang could answer, Yingbao waved at her mother, then turned her head to look at the entrance of the cellar.

“Mrs. Spring, I’ll take Baobao up for a look, you stay here and wait,” Jiang Sanlang instructed before exiting the cellar, climbing up the ladder.

After covering the entrance to the cellar with a bundle of firewood, Jiang Sanlang left the compound, only to find a wild beast had already entered their vegetable field and was gleefully trampling their fence one by one.

Suddenly, Yingbao let out a loud cry in that direction. The sharp sound startled Jiang Sanlang.

The beast trampling on the fence was also taken aback, hurriedly lifting one front hoof, seemingly somewhat flustered.

Yingbao let out another shout in that direction.

The surrounding wild beasts were stunned, then suddenly turned tail and ran.

Jiang Sanlang was left speechless.

Because he saw a little creature, about the size of a hen, fall from under a giant beast’s belly.

His eyes widened in surprise, he immediately ran over and grabbed the small creature in his hand.

“Flying Rat! A Spirit Flying Rat!”

Jiang Sanlang was so thrilled he wanted to scream.

From his waist, he pulled out a beast tendon rope he had prepared earlier and tied the tiny beast’s feet. Carrying it, he returned to the cellar.

Under the light of the candle, Jiang Sanlang used tweezers to meticulously pull out each piece of Spirit Grass from the Flying Rat’s tiny pouches.

The small Flying Rat’s wings and limbs were bound, its belly exposed. Seeing its stashes being stolen by this loathsome human, the creature squeaked in protest.

Yingbao, held in Mrs. Spring’s arms, was laughing at the funny sight of the distressed Flying Rat.

The Flying Rat glanced at Yingbao and fell silent, looking somewhat resentful.

Yingbao laughed until her mouth was wet with drool, sucking on her fingers.

In the end, Jiang Sanlang pulled a total of five Spirit Medicines and two little Spirit Fruits, about the size of cherries, out of the Flying Rat’s pouches.

He handed the two Spirit Fruits to his wife, Mrs. Spring, and took out the Jade Box borrowed from the Clan Leader’s house, storing the five Spirit Medicines inside.

Jiang Dalang and Jiang Erlang were flipping through the torn Herbal Compendium to identify the names of the Spirit Grasses and found out that two of the Spirit Medicines were mid-level ones.

The three brothers rejoiced. Jiang Dalang laughed: “We’ve hit the jackpot this time. Just these two mid-level Spirit Medicines could sell for two thousand gold coins alone.”

Ordinary people are not like cultivators. Their currency is mostly copper coins and gold and silver. Getting two thousand gold coins at once is already a stroke of luck. If living in the countryside, this amount could provide for a lifetime of comfort.

However, it still isn’t enough to move to the city. Not only are non-residents not allowed to buy or rent houses, but everything in the city also costs money.

Buying vegetables costs money, even water costs money, and even cooking a meal requires money to buy firewood and grain.

Having two thousand gold coins isn’t much in the city. It’s just about enough for an extended family’s expenses for a year.

Jiang Sanlang laughed, picking up the small Flying Rat, “This little spiritual beast could also sell for a thousand gold coins.”

The small Flying Rat seemed to have accepted its fate and lay motionless, letting the humans do as they pleased.

Yingbao reached out with her little hand, babbling.

Jiang Erlang laughed, “Sanlang, Yingbao really likes it, let her keep it.”

Jiang Sanlang smiled and patted his daughter’s little head, putting the small Flying Rat in front of her.

Yingbao wriggled out of her mother’s arms and pounced on the small Flying Rat. Unintentionally, she put her finger near the small Flying Rat’s mouth.

The small Flying Rat growled and bit down, drawing blood from Yingbao’s little finger.

“Aiya! Baobao’s hand has been bitten,” Mrs. Spring quickly picked up her daughter, chastising her husband: “This thing is still a wild beast after all, how could you let it near Baobao?”

Jiang Sanlang angrily picked up the small Flying Rat, looking ready to swat it.

Dare to bite his daughter; he’ll kill it.