A Bowl of Porridge

"Husband, you must be well! I've already decided, if Old Master Huang really gives you medicine, I'll agree to be his concubine."

In a daze, Chen Feng only heard someone sobbing softly beside him.

"What's going on?"

Opening his eyes, he saw only a somewhat dilapidated thatched roof, mud-brick walls with drafts, a simple wooden plank bed, a table, and by the edge of the bed, a woman in her mid-teens, dressed in coarse linen, wiping away tears.

Chen Feng looked around the surroundings, a trace of confusion still in his eyes, followed by a flood of information pouring into his mind.

"I've transmigrated?"

A moment later, Chen Feng's eyes held a complex expression.

He never expected that after staying up late playing a game, he would wake up here.

This body was also called Chen Feng, a young man from a village at the foot of the mountain who made a living by hunting.

Because he encountered danger while hunting in the mountains, he had been unconscious for three days and three nights upon his return.

Seeing him wake up, the woman beside him had a face full of surprise and quickly said, "Husband, you're awake? You must be hungry! I'll go get you some porridge."

As she spoke, she quickly fetched a bowl of porridge.

Chen Feng's throat bobbed, wanting to speak, but he still didn't utter a word.

He truly never expected to transmigrate one day, and to gain such a wife for free.

His wife was named Lin Xue, bought for him by his father in the county town.

In her mid-teens, even though she wore coarse linen, it couldn't hide her good figure.

"Okay."

Chen Feng, while sorting through the memories in his mind, drank the porridge that Lin Xue gently cooled and carefully fed him.

Speaking of porridge, it was actually just a bowl of clear water with a few grains of rice, but even so, he felt extremely weak and really wanted to eat something.

The warm, thin porridge was just right.

However, Chen Feng's brows gradually furrowed.

According to the memories he had integrated, this world seemed similar to ancient historical dynasties, called the Great Gan Dynasty. Great Gan had vast territories, and he didn't know its exact size.

But this world also had man-eating demons and powerful martial artists, making it extremely dangerous and terrifying.

This time, the original host went hunting in Black Mountain and encountered demons eating people. He was so scared that his soul almost left him. After fleeing Black Mountain in a panic, he remained unconscious for three days and three nights until Chen Feng occupied his body and woke him up.

How should he survive from now on?

Chen Feng's expression was a little grim.

According to his memories, Great Gan had been established for eight hundred years. Even in a world suppressed by powerful martial artists, it was already in its twilight years.

Warlords were rampant, and bandits roamed freely.

White bones lay exposed in the wilderness, and not a single cock crowed for a thousand miles!

Great droughts, great disasters, and great calamities occurred year after year. It could be said to be a tragic era for the common people.

Given his identity, how could he survive?

Just as Chen Feng was contemplating these matters.

Bang, bang, bang!

Suddenly, their door was violently pounded.

Chen Feng's heart stirred. He asked Lin Xue to step aside and propped himself up to open the door.

Outside the door stood three burly men.

Chen Feng's expression turned grim as he said, "Wang Hu, what are you doing here?"

These people were from the hunting team of Black Mountain Village, led by the team captain, Wang Hu.

Earlier, in the mountains, it was because Wang Hu forced him to scout ahead that he encountered the demons.

Later, when he stumbled back alone, these people had already left.

Wang Hu looked surprised when he saw Chen Feng come out and said with a smile, "Aren't we just checking on how you're doing?"

"I was also planning to persuade your wife to let me buy your Hunter Permit, and then buy you some medicinal herbs so you could recover faster."

"It's great that you can get out of bed now!"

Chen Feng suppressed the rising anger in his heart and said in a deep voice, "The Hunter Permit is how I make a living, so I naturally won't sell it. Please go back!"

Wang Hu glanced at Chen Feng with a half-smile and said, "Heh, alright, since you won't sell it, Chen Feng, we won't force you."

"However, the hunting tax is due in a few days, so I hope you'll be prepared."

Then he turned and left with the others.

Only Chen Feng remained, supported by Lin Xue as he sat down on a chair, cursing in a low voice, "Damn Wang Hu!"

In this era, everything was already controlled.

Everything at the bottom level requires a permit, no matter what you do.

Fishing requires a fishing permit, chopping wood requires a wood permit, hunting requires a hunter permit...

No matter what you do, you can't avoid the restrictions of various gangs and the government.

Furthermore, with such a hunter permit, you have to pay hunting silver every month, and also pay tax silver to the government.

All sorts of expenses are rigidly controlled.

Chen Feng said, "How much silver do we have left?"

Lin Xue whispered beside him, "After buying medicine these past few days, we only have thirty-three copper coins left. We also borrowed half a tael of silver from Uncle Liu next door, promising to return it before taxes are due."

Chen Feng's face turned grim. "Is that so?"

This was beyond his expectations.

Tax silver plus hunting silver would require at least three taels.

And there was less than half a month left, which was too much for them.

After all, for his hunting, he could only earn two to three taels of silver a month, and that was after deducting food and drink. There was no way anything would be left over.

Seeing Chen Feng's grim expression, Lin Xue hesitated and said, "Old Master Huang said..."

But before she could finish, Chen Feng said sternly, "Don't mention that again!"

"Who in Black Mountain Village doesn't know what kind of person Old Master Huang is?"

His face was grim. "I'll find a way."

Lin Xue said, "Okay, I'll listen to you, husband."

However, at this moment, as Chen Feng recalled the information in his memory, his expression became even more grim.

Old Master Huang was the wealthiest squire in Black Mountain Village. He constantly took in concubines, but there were frequent rumors of his concubines meeting tragic ends.

He owned a lot of fertile land and was very close with people like Wang Hu from the hunting team.

According to the original body's memories, it seemed Old Master Huang wanted to consolidate the entire Black Mountain Village hunting team and then control the price of meat?

The original body's father had refused, and then died a month ago.

The original body had also faced a life-or-death crisis three days ago. If he hadn't transmigrated, he would have certainly died.

Thinking about these things, Chen Feng couldn't help but gasp, "Damn it, does this mean it's highly likely Old Master Huang made a move, wanting me dead?"

Was it for the hunter permit, or for Lin Xue, or both?

Old Master Huang not only kept several strong men like Wang Hu under his command, but it was also rumored he had legendary Martial Artists?

Any Martial Artist, even the weakest, was said to possess the power to crack stone and split rocks.

Although this body also made a living by hunting, it was only slightly more experienced than ordinary people.

As for why Old Master Huang didn't recruit him, if someone coveted your wife, would you still go and be their servant or dog?

Chen Feng suppressed the anger in his heart.

He picked up the unfinished bowl of porridge beside him and drank it down in one gulp.

The warm porridge seemed to warm his body considerably.

And just then, with the last gulp of the porridge, Chen Feng was stunned.

He saw information flashing before his eyes.

Then a panel appeared.