She Only Cares About Cultivation

These few months, even when they come, they only bring a touch of red, gone in two days, appearing both poignant and helpless, but luckily not pregnant.

These days, she hasn’t been without encountering people, but the Sichuan Province dialect is challenging for her to understand, and she can’t speak it. She especially doesn’t want to expose her identity as a female, especially during such chaotic times. Being weak as she is, it’s best to avoid others as much as possible.

Before she can strengthen her body, her priority is collecting resources.

She has seen many animals in the mountains: giant pandas, naturally, not just once or twice, but quite often.

Besides, there are golden monkeys, clouded leopards, gnus, red pandas, dholes, wild yaks, marmots, rock sheep, vultures, snow pheasants, Tibetan snowcock, red-bellied golden pheasant, and many other nationally protected first and Level 2 wild animals. Of course, the concept doesn’t exist yet, but in the future, they’ll be very precious. She might occasionally catch a chicken or grab a rabbit, but even that requires colossal effort.

In the mountains, there are many wild walnuts, red dates, apples, pears, Sichuan peppercorn, chestnuts. In autumn, she picks them abundantly.

Sichuan Province is beautiful, and the Sichuan Army had the most presence during the war. Many great leaders hailed from Sichuan Province, so it was meant to stay beautiful and prosperous forever. Unfortunately..., our country was invaded, cities had revolutions, yet the mountains managed to maintain their harmony and tranquility, which was already quite rare.

She hasn’t thought about where to go in this life, just taking one step at a time, wherever it leads. Of course, her primary choice is the war zone, as she has space and can contribute to more people.

Entering a new year means it’s now 1936. Although she doesn’t have a calendar at hand, her space has an external timer and can even forecast weather, which is quite handy.

Her daily meals, because oil must be conserved, utilize a hodgepodge method, with rice porridge mixed with sweet potato, cooked to make a meal, usually for breakfast.

Noon meals with meat do not include oil, just meat and vegetables stewed together, and even salt is only sparingly used, occasionally omitted, since the countryside lacks availability.

"Do you ask whether it tastes fishy?"

This is pure nonsense, when the belly can’t be assured, being full is bliss. Who cares about taste, whether it’s fishy?

She has never considered the issue.

In winter, foraging is a big problem for mountain animals, whereas her traps and meat can attract them. By keeping an eye on her space, she can quickly obtain prey like Tibetan Chickens, gnus, argalis, wild boars, wild rabbits, and wild chickens.

It’s not just about meat; the space’s grass, cabbage, and radishes can serve as bait, sometimes even more enticing, especially for herbivores like rabbits.

Swiftly, winter gives way to spring, the mountains in spring burst with wild vegetables, digging makes Yishui highly enthusiastic every day, sweating profusely, with aching back and sore waist. Yet seeing the steadily mounting resources in the space, she claims her toil is worthwhile. Particularly at the outset of spring when it’s still chilly, she stays a few more days, waiting for complete warmth to venture outside.

Of course, she changes her position daily, gradually expanding outward, enjoying this carefree life of solitude. If not for her mission, she might be content living a reclusive life in the mountains.

By mid-May in the Solar Calendar, she finally emerged from the mountains, entering the City.

Upon entering the City, the first order was to buy coarse cloth, cotton cloth, single shoes, then she went back and made herself two sets of coarse cloth garments, and a few sets of innerwear bras and pants. Her cut short hair, growing for half a year, was again cut and sold for US$ 300. Only upon arriving in this major City did she realize the silver coins were no longer accepted, so she decided to save them.

The US$ 300 from selling hair was later used to buy course cloth, cotton cloth, and shoes. From a consumption standpoint, it was far more expensive than rural areas. As expected, her hair was of good quality, albeit not as long as in the countryside, but worthily clean, fetching US$ 300, which allowed her to tidy herself up cleanly inside and out, quite worthwhile.

She again transformed into a tomboy, going so far as to simmer a little pigment from rose juice, dotting some birthmark. For verisimilitude, she specifically concealed her right eye with hair, usually walking with her head down, afraid to raise it, feigning self-conscious and timid pettiness.