The Blessed Farm Girl Has a Spatial Storage

Zhao Village, nestled within Wanfang Mountain, was known for its exceptional environment, beautiful scenery, and the remarkable people it produced.

Especially in autumn, the countryside was as beautiful as an oil painting. Golden wheat stubble in the fields stretched towards rolling green mountain ranges, and streams wound their way into the hills, a truly breathtaking sight.

Zhao Zhitong and her two companions, carrying small baskets on their backs, bounded up the mountain.

Zhao Cheng and Zhao Ya were primarily interested in picking wild fruit. Halfway up the mountain, they spotted a wild hawthorn tree laden with bright red fruit that looked incredibly tempting.

Zhao Ya exclaimed excitedly, "Tongtong, Big Brother! Look, there are hawthorns!"

Autumn was the most joyous time for the village children because the mountains would be teeming with wild fruits and flowers.

For children who rarely had the luxury of eating store-bought fruit throughout the year, these wild fruits were a divine treat.

Zhao Zhitong hadn't eaten fruit in a long time. At the mere mention of hawthorns, her mouth began to water with anticipation, and she instinctively swallowed. She then said, "Big Brother, Sister Yaya, you go pick some. I'll wait for you down here!"

Zhao Cheng and Zhao Ya nodded and told their younger sister not to wander off. Then they rushed over and began to pick the hawthorns.

Zhao Cheng climbed the tree while Zhao Ya caught the fruit below in a bamboo basket.

Meanwhile, Zhao Zhitong watched them for a moment before setting out to search for herbs.

Soon, Zhao Ya and Zhao Cheng had picked all the hawthorns they could reach from the lower branches, and their small baskets already held a good layer of wild hawthorns.

At this point, Zhao Zhitong had found several herbs, but she hadn't found any ginseng.

She then turned her gaze towards the depths of the forest.

The mountainside is often visited, so things like ginseng wouldn't grow there. But the deep forest is seldom explored; ginseng must be there!

As this thought crossed her mind, a flicker of eagerness lit up Zhao Zhitong's eyes as she gazed into the depths of the forest, feeling an almost irresistible pull.

She subconsciously rose and was about to step forward when a hand suddenly grabbed her arm. Zhao Cheng's voice rang out.

"Little sister, where are you going? We can't go deep into the mountains. There are big tigers that eat people!"

In order to deter children from entering dangerous places, adults in the family would usually tell them cautionary tales: "There are big tigers in the deep mountains that eat people!" or "There are water spirits in the river that will grab children!" and so on.

Zhao Cheng even tried to make his warning sound more terrifying, fearing that Zhao Zhitong might venture in.

Zhao Zhitong came back to her senses, blinked up at Zhao Cheng, and nodded obediently. "Don't worry, Big Brother, I won't go."

Then, Zhao Ya happily offered Zhitong some fruit. "Little sister, try it! It's delicious."

Seeing Zhao Ya's expectant gaze, Zhitong eventually accepted. She took a hawthorn, rubbed it on her clothes as her brother and Sister Yaya had done, and took a small bite.

Upon the first bite, her eyes squeezed shut from the sourness. These wild hawthorns were even more sour than those from modern times.

However, Zhao Ya and Zhao Cheng were eating them with great enjoyment.

Firmly believing in not wasting food, Zhitong persevered and finished the fruit despite its intense sourness. After eating the whole thing, she felt as if her teeth were about to fall out!

When Zhao Ya offered her another, Zhitong quickly waved her hands, indicating she'd had enough.

Suddenly remembering something, Zhitong said excitedly, "When we get back, let's ask Mother to make dry orange with the fruit! I love dry orange!"

Zhao Ya and Zhao Cheng naturally didn't know what dry orange was. Zhao Zhitong then enthusiastically explained that it was a delicious treat made from hawthorn, both sour and sweet.

After hearing Zhitong's description of dry orange, the two children immediately stopped eating. They decided to take all the wild hawthorns home so Sun Mei could make it.

Afterward, the group continued to stroll around the mountainside, coming across many fruit trees along the way.

Naturally, they also encountered many other children picking wild fruit, some from their own village and some from neighboring ones.

Seeing that the fruit on the lower branches was almost gone, Zhao Cheng and Zhao Ya sprinted over and joined the fruit-picking throng.

The children shouted and scrambled for the fruit, creating a lively, chaotic scene.

Soon, some children from the same village began to team up, specifically targeting and snatching wild fruit from smaller groups or lone children.

Zhao Ya and Zhao Cheng became targets because only a few children from Zhao Village were picking fruit that day. Besides Zhao Cheng and Zhao Ya, there were only two others, both quite young.

As a result, they became easy targets. Whichever tree they tried to pick from, the other children would follow and compete with them for the fruit.

Zhao Ya's face flushed red with anger.

Nearby, Zhitong, who was digging for herbs, saw what was happening.

Her brother and Sister Yaya couldn't be bullied like this!

So, she put her herb basket on the ground, abandoned her search for herbs, rolled up her sleeves, and joined the fruit-picking fray.

Now, Zhitong began to show off her remarkable tree-climbing skills—no one could compete with her. The other children could still compete with them for the fruit on the lower branches, but once those were picked clean, only the fruit higher up remained, and only Zhitong could reach it.

Moreover, the fruit that grew higher up was often bigger and redder!

The other children instantly looked on with envy.

At this moment, Zhitong stood on a branch of a wild apricot tree, looking down triumphantly at the envious children below, as giddy as could be.

Zhao Ya bounced with excitement, shouting, "Way to go, little sister! You're amazing!"

In the end, they returned home with full loads. The two other children from their village also had baskets brimming with wild fruit.

With their baskets filled to the brim, the group began their descent.

Children's energy seemed boundless. Despite romping wildly on the mountain for so long, they all appeared tireless, still lively and vigorous, running swiftly down the path.

However, just as they were happily hurrying downhill, they encountered someone on the path.

It was a man in his twenties, dressed in a black, coarse hemp garment. He was sturdily built, with dark, rough skin. A scar ran from under one eye nearly to the corner of his mouth, giving him a somewhat intimidating appearance.

Zhao Cheng quickly pulled his two sisters behind him and stood motionless by the side of the path. The other two children from their village also scrambled to the edge, letting the man go up the mountain first.

Zhao Zhitong, extremely curious, peeked out from behind Zhao Cheng to look at him. By then, however, the man had already continued up the mountain. Watching his retreating figure, Zhao Zhitong asked in a low voice, "Big Brother, who is he?"

Once the man was a good distance away, Zhao Cheng quickly ushered his sisters further down the mountain.

As they walked, he explained, "He's a hunter from our village—Wu Da. Little sister, if you see him in the future, you should steer clear of him."

Zhao Zhitong thought for a moment but couldn't recall this person from her memories. She then asked, "Why? Why should we avoid him?"

Before Zhao Cheng could reply, one of the two children from their village who were walking down with them explained, "My mom says Wu Da is a madman!"

"What? Really?" Zhao Zhitong blinked, looking unconvinced. He looked perfectly normal to me just now, not like a madman at all.