“Three taels of silver, and this girl is yours.”
When He Xia opened her eyes, those were the first words she heard.
After ten years in the apocalypse, she’d killed zombies and fought mutated beasts, but no one had ever treated her like dead weight.
Her family split apart, and she left with nothing.
She had younger siblings to raise, a sister-in-law to protect, and a journey to make on her own as they fled the famine.
Short on food? She could grow corn and wheat in her pocket space.
Short on water? She had a spirit spring and could find other springs in the mountains.
Refugees, bandits, natural disasters, and human calamities.
He Xia tucked her cleaver into her belt and said calmly, “Anyone who gets in my way can go meet the King of Hell.”
The author, my dear, would like to give you a sentence: I am poor in literature but rich in martial arts.
Okay, okay, just don't be confused
It's still interesting, but the female lion's strength is a bit inferior.