The Lovely Heiress Is Actually A God Beast

Chapter 871: Chapter 871: Endless Rice to Eat

Little Taotie almost blurted out.

He thought to himself, ”I can’t interfere!”

”This isn’t a mission world!”

”If I change the history of this world by interfering, I’m done for!”

His inner voice appeared as narration, and the audience all heard it.

[Is there any punishment?]

[Zaizai, don’t worry so much, this little boy is really miserable, help him!]

[It probably won’t change anything, just help him take back what’s his from his uncle and aunt!]

[Zaizai, stand up against injustice!]

[Zaizai, help him!]

Little Taotie looked at the boy, then at this desolate field, his little brows tightly furrowed, ”Your family has no food left at all?”

The boy nodded, ”I thought I’d try my luck, maybe I could... steal some game.”

”Steal game?”

”Hunters set up traps, and pheasants, wild rabbits, and such looking for food at night might fall into them inadvertently. I could... steal the game before the hunters arrive.”

Little Taotie suspiciously asked, ”Is this something you do often?”

The boy’s eyes flickered, his head hung even lower.

He thought to himself, ”Stealing is wrong, but if I don’t steal, my sister and I would have starved long ago. When people are about to die, who cares what’s right or wrong?”

Little Taotie stared at him for a while, then in a muffled voice said, ”I can lend you a treasure, but when you grow up and can earn money to buy food, you have to return it to me.”

”What treasure?”

Little Taotie looked pained, reaching into his furry clothes, fished out a small bowl.

It was a palm-sized bowl, white as jade, without any patterns.

Little Taotie handed the bowl to the boy, reluctantly saying, ”Put in one grain of rice, and it can turn into a bowl of rice. Take it quickly, before I regret it.”

”Forget it, I’ll just go myself!”

Little Taotie stomped his foot, and a Hexagram totem appeared underfoot, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The boy squinted his eyes against the light, then closed them, and when he opened them again, it was still a desolate field with no sign of the pretty girl dressed oddly, with horns and ears on her head.

”Where are you?” the boy shouted.

After a while, the boy lowered his head, feeling a bit dejected, ”Gone, huh?”

”Didn’t even get to say goodbye,” he sighed softly.

Dawn was breaking, and the boy heard footsteps approaching as a group in the distance, hearing a gruff voice say, ”Game is becoming scarcer lately, I suspect someone is stealing!”

Another elderly voice sighed, ”Let them steal, this mountain isn’t ours, and the game doesn’t belong to us alone. They must be taking it because they can’t eat, so let it be, don’t make a fuss.”

”Damn it! The traps I’ve painstakingly set up!”

”Don’t be mad, just come early to collect the game in the future.”

”Clearly, that person comes earlier than us, probably doesn’t sleep at all at night and comes specifically to steal, right?”

”Tomorrow I won’t sleep either, I’ll keep watch around here, and catch them in the act!”

”Fine, just teach them a lesson if you catch them, don’t be too harsh.”

”Beat them up to relieve my anger!”

The boy hid behind a mound of earth, waiting until they walked far away before coming out.

The boy was terrified, thinking that if he hadn’t heard them, and came to steal at night, he might have been caught and beaten up.

The boy tucked the small bowl into his arms, holding a Candied Hawthorn in the other hand, hurriedly ran back home.

...

The boy traded Candied Hawthorn for a small bag of rice from the village chief’s grandson, who was a gluttonous Little Fatty, not even asking about the Candied Hawthorn’s origins. The boy breathed a sigh of relief and ran back home with the small bag of rice.

Once home, while his sister was still asleep, he took out the small bowl.

He took a grain of rice, gently placing it into the small bowl, eagerly watching the bowl.

He didn’t know whether the girl he met last night was an immortal or a monster, but be it an immortal or a monster, she seemed kind and had Divine Skills, because her eyes were so clean and beautiful, she wouldn’t deceive him.

In the White Jade Bowl, one grain of rice turned into two, two grains became four, four became eight...

Before long, it filled the bowl entirely, and when full it stopped producing more rice.

The boy was overjoyed, ”Now we have endless rice, my sister and I won’t starve to death!”