Chapter 8

Chapter 8

"Tweet tweet tweet."

"Chirp chirp chirp."

"Rustle rustle rustle"

"Ribbit ribbit."

In the afternoon mountain, the sounds of various insects and bird calls interwove, the wind stroked the tree leaves like a qin player caressing the strings.

Qin Luoxia gathered a full basket of grass.

Some could be used as medicine, some could be cooked as vegetables to fill the belly.

Under the grass there was also an unlucky little black bear, who for some reason, urgently tumbled down the cliff, then urgently crashed into a rock, knocking itself unconscious.

She walked against the slanting sun, carrying the bear on her back, and her cub in her arms, heading home.

Usually after a day of labor in the mountains, her back and waist should ache, but for some reason today, her waist did not hurt nor her legs tire, she walked with vigor.

Qin Luoxia attributed it to having had a good postpartum rest.

She jogged lightly down the mountain in a few steps.

The bird and insect sounds gradually faded, the chicken and dog sounds grew louder — she was nearly home.

And at this time, Jiang Mianmian also slowly awoke.

Mother's embrace was too comforting, she had slept very soundly.

The scents of the big mountain felt very refreshing, it also let her sleep very comfortably, giving her a feeling of returning to nature.

As they neared the village, the refreshing scent mingled with a peculiar lingering smell of manure...

Jiang Mianmian felt a little uncomfortable as she awoke, seeing her mother's round chin, the eaves of her home, she became happy again.

Once indoors.

Jiang Mianmian was first placed by her mother in a wooden tub to sprawl comfortably.

She stretched her arms and legs, then couldn't resist starting to practice stretches, using her hands to pull her little feet, she didn't know why, but this move felt very comfortable. As she pulled, she even couldn't resist putting her little feet in her mouth, completely unable to control herself...

Qin Luoxia was nearby hanging up the freshly picked herbs to dry, newly picked herbs had to be spread out to dry, otherwise if piled together they would rot.

As mother hung the herbs, Jiang Mianmian lay sprawled in the tub, occasionally gazing towards the nearby bamboo basket, she was still thinking about that little bear.

It was a bit strange.

And a bit scary, but mostly just curious.

She was weak yet loved to play.

Although now she could only babble, and her hands could only reach her feet, she could pee and poop without needing to remove her pants.

But after all, she was a reincarnator with special abilities!

Looking at the little bear in the basket, she was already anticipating, that with the spiritual spring in her hands, she could raise a spiritual bear, take it out with her, and have great face.

Indeed, opportunities are for those who are prepared.

Qin Luoxia then tied her daughter to her chest as she worked.

Jiang Mianmian felt completely secure.

Unlike other elders who would perform "slamming to the ground" on babies who fell, mother instead directly stewed a pot of bear soup that night...

As a supplement to their meal.

In the middle of the night, Jiang Mianmian still unconsciously cried out awake in fright twice.

Timid, shameful, afraid, she really was afraid.

In her baby physique, the little bear in her eyes was about the same size as a fully grown big grizzly.

It left a bit of a psychological shadow...

The next day.

Sunny weather.

The sunshine melted away the gloom.

Jiang Mianmian lay sprawled comfortably in the wooden tub, no pants on, basking her bare bottom.

Ancient childcare methods admittedly did have some merit.

Although she personally felt a little embarrassed, lying there basking her butt still felt rather comfortable.

Moreover at home there was no one else besides mother.

Jiang Mianmian contentedly sprawled there, occasionally still practicing lifting her head.

Then she noticed not far away on the ground there was actually a group of little ants, black little ants.

Her wish to raise a bear had thoroughly died.

If she couldn't raise a bear, could she still not raise ants?

Little coward Jiang started intently staring at the little ants.

She silently waited, quite patiently.

Mainly because she didn't have any patience to look elsewhere, turning her head and such took great effort and was tiring.

When one little ant crawled over, nearing her, she cautiously stretched out her arm, extended a finger, dropped a tiny droplet of spiritual spring water that just happened to land on that ant.

The little black ant completely froze in place.

Then the spiritual spring water on its body swiftly disappeared, yet the little ant did not leave, instead raising its head and waving its antennae looking all around.

Jiang Mianmian wanted to observe it further, but she was flipped over by someone.

Qin Luoxia dressed her daughter and picked her up to feed milk.

Jiang Mianmian still wanted to look for that little ant, but she was no match for mother.

She fed a little absentmindedly, wouldn't that one droplet of spiritual spring water have gone to waste!

Just then, Qin Luoxia felt her sole itch, she moved her foot away, then continued rocking while hugging and feeding the baby.

A black ant with a crumpled antenna wandered around the wooden tub in confusion...