Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The floor was paved with slates.
He was lying on a four-poster wooden bed.
Where was this place?
He clearly remembered that he had fallen into a trap. He had no idea what had happened while he was unconscious or why he had woken up in a villager’s home.
He looked at himself; his outfit was changed. He did not know where the clothes came from. They were a little unsophisticated, off-white from repeated washing and a size bigger.
His wound, though, had received timely treatment and was bandaged with gauze.
Shortly after, along with the sound of hurried footsteps, an adult man led that noisy girl to his bedside. When he saw that he was awake, relief flooded his face with a tinge of guilt.
“You’re awake, boy! It’s good that you’re awake! It’s good that you’re awake…”
Youyou warily sized up the man before him.
The man was a little old with dark skin and a stout physique. He was wearing an equally off-white shirt on him. From his stubble, he could tell that he paid no attention to his looks; hence, he appeared a little sloppy.
He looked mature, simple, and honest. Everything about him was plain and simple.
His voice was thick and hoarse when he spoke. It seemed that he was a heavy smoker!
When he sat by the bed, Youyou could see the strong goodwill in his eyes so he dropped his guard.
This was probably the person who had rescued him from the trap!
It was also likely to be this man who had bandaged his wound and changed his clothes.
It seemed that this man had no malice toward him. Thus, he needed not be wary of him!
“Who are you?” He smiled inquiringly.
The man smiled and held the girl in his embrace before explaining, “You were in my trap when I went there today to collect my spoil, so I got you out. I then brought you here after seeing the wounds on your body. There’s blood all over you, you’re badly injured…”
He had a thick local accent in his mild yet hoarse voice.
From his ramblings, the boy learned that there was a remote farm near the mountain road and the man before him was a farmer who lived here. While he usually tended to his land of more than ten acres, he occasionally hunted on the mountains.
The trap he had fallen in was laid out by this man with the intention of catching some wild animals. Never did he expect that a boy would end up being ensnared by it, instead.
It was no wonder the man looked at him with guilt when he woke up.
He learned that this farm was called Anyang Village—a typical one at that. Speaking of which, the villagers here were old natives of the capital. Because of its remoteness, being near the mountains and far from the city center, the government did not develop this place.
The reason being that this geographical location held not much value.
A hundred or so villagers lived in Anyang Village. Most farmed for a living. Although they were not considered rich, they lived comfortably.
A few years ago, a farmer did a crazy thing by cutting down a portion of the forest and planting fruit trees. He unexpectedly got a good harvest that year, so the other villagers started planting fruit trees, too.
He heard that after this man brought him back, it caused a sensation throughout the village.
It was not for anything else other than this village not having received foreign visitors for a long time.
