Chapter 3: Eating Meat Every Day from Now On

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Zhao Weimin untied the rabbit from the snare; the little creature was not yet lifeless. It struggled vigorously in his hands.

“What a big rabbit!” Lin Qian said, swallowing nervously in surprise.

Grain was scarce nationwide, but those living deep in the mountains fared slightly better. Yet even so, they were constantly on the edge of hunger. Other regions fared far worse.

This rabbit weighed about five pounds; after removing the fur and inedible bones, there were more than three pounds of meat left—enough for the couple to have a hearty meal.

“Hahaha…” Zhao Weimin lifted the rabbit, laughing. “Let’s gather some firewood on the way and roast this rabbit at home.”

“Mm!” Lin Qian responded with a heavy, excited nod.

“Come on, we must hurry.”

From stripping down to catching the rabbit, it had taken no more than five or six minutes. Yet Zhao Weimin could clearly feel his body temperature dropping rapidly.

Had they moved any slower, they might not have made it back at all!

So the couple quickened their pace, picking up dry twigs along the roadside to carry with them. They had firewood at home, but in these times, every bit had to be conserved.

Fortunately, their home was not far. With their steady steps, they soon spotted the drafty, dilapidated wooden cabin.

This cabin had once served as a temporary shelter for hunters before the liberation.

After hunting rifles were confiscated and centrally managed, many hunters left the trade to join the nation’s reconstruction efforts.

The cabin, located in a remote deep forest, had long been abandoned and was barely livable due to years of neglect.

The cold wind howled through the cracks, making the inside barely warmer than outside.

“Hurry up,” Lin Qian urged, supporting his waist and pushing him inside. “Wrap yourself in the cotton quilt.”

The cabin, under thirty square meters, served as their kitchen, workspace, and bedroom.

On the wooden bed against the wall lay two tattered cotton quilts.

The quilts were blackened as if smoke-stained and looked filthy.

Yet these two ragged, filthy quilts had kept the couple alive through the bitterest winters.

Lin Qian scooped up the quilts and wrapped them around Zhao Weimin.

Her face, filled with worry and on the verge of tears, said, “Don’t ever do this again. Do you know how scared I am of losing you?”

With the quilts draped over him, warmth was instantly trapped inside.

As his body temperature slowly rose, Zhao Weimin felt the stiffness from the cold easing.

He exhaled a breath of warm air and shivered once more.

Only then did his body stabilize, though he still trembled.

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Seeing this, Lin Qian quickly took the rabbit from his hands. “You sit for a bit. I’ll start a fire to warm you up, then boil some water for you to drink.”

Zhao Weimin, too weak to speak, nodded repeatedly, watching her bustle about.

Suddenly, he saw Lin Qian, back turned to him, raise her arm to wipe her face.

It was not a sweat wipe but more like brushing away tears.

Seeing this, he sighed helplessly.

Misfortune always strikes the vulnerable.

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