Chapter 1
Tick! Tick!
Du Xiaoli felt something dripping on her face and touched it gently. It felt moist.
Is the roof leaking? Talk to the property manager later. Du Xiaoli thought, confused and going to sleep again.
incorrect! She was sent to the west by a bomb. How could she sleep in bed?!
Du Xiaoli suddenly opened her eyes and sat up, but she felt dizzy and nauseous. A burst of memory poured into her brain. She quickly closed her eyes and slowly opened them after the dizziness passed.
God will not kill me! This is Du Xiaoli's first idea.
When God opens the window for you, he will close your door! This is Du Xiaoli's second idea.
In her previous life, she was indeed dead and came back to a 7-year-old girl with the same name and surname. This is the second life God gave her.
But——
I was starved to death!
Looking at the scene in front of her, Du Xiaoli couldn't help twitching at the corners of her mouth. have nothing but the bare walls in one 's house? on one 's uppers? These are not enough to describe her situation now!
Where is the door of this house?
How did those holes in the mud wall come from?
Is the haystack under you the so-called bed?
In addition to the top of the head, you can directly see the dark sky in other places. Is this based on the sky?
The rain fell directly into the house and soaked the haystack under the body. What's going on?!
Du Xiaoli rubbed her temples. She thought she had strong adaptability, but in the face of such a situation, she still needed time to slow down.
She lay down again, combed the memory in her head, and found that she couldn't describe her mood at the moment with no words.
She was in a small mountain village in duzhuang, one of many small mountain villages in Zhou county. She didn't know what was above Zhou county, because the owner of the body had never left the small mountain village, but she knew that the country was called Fengming country.
"Fengming country? Is there such a country in history? Am I involved in the turbulent flow of time and space by the power of the bomb and into a completely non-existent dynasty?" Du Xiaoli sighed and continued to sort out the memory in his mind.
The borrower, with the same name as her, has just turned seven for more than a month. He has a ten-year-old brother Du Xiuheng who depends on each other. When Du Xiaoli was three years old, his father Du Hai fell to the cliff and died while cutting wood in the back of the mountain. His mother Su Suxin died of illness a month ago.
When Du Hai was young, he went to work in the city, but he didn't earn much money. After returning to his hometown, he lived by planting crops. His family was not rich. After Du Hai's death, his family had almost no source of income. He relied on his mother to do some needlework and sell it in the town in exchange for some copper plates. Later, when my mother fell ill, she spent all the money in the family and sold everything she could sell. Later, there was really no way. Du Xiuheng borrowed money from the village to see his mother, so he owed a lot of people.
Du Hai ranks second, with one eldest brother Du Fu and two younger brothers Du Xiang and Du Ping. Uncle Dufu is the richest man in the village. He got a lot of money from uncle's family when he was treating his mother. Later, his mother died of illness and was just buried. His uncle drove Du Xiaoli's brothers and sisters out of the house, saying that they used the house to pay off their debts. Liangtian was also forcibly bought, and used the money to pay off the debts of the villagers without authorization.
Fortunately, there was a deserted house on the hillside, which gave his brother and sister a temporary place to live.
The two people who were thrown out of the house were penniless. They had nothing except this house which is estimated to be despised by beggars. Fortunately, the neighbors once saw their pity and gave them a pot without a hole and a small bag of food. Du Xiuheng built a small stove outside with a stone and usually used the pot to cook porridge or wild vegetables. They could cook for so many days.
In the past, Du Xiuheng didn't care about the food and clothing at home, but just buried himself in reading. Now in order to survive, he had to put down his books, cut firewood in the back mountain and sell it in the market in exchange for money to raise his sister.
But recently it rained heavily for several days. Du Xiuheng couldn't go to the mountain to cut firewood. They gradually ran out of food. With the rainy weather and no clothes to shelter from the cold, Du Xiaoli fell ill, and she refused to eat the wild vegetables prepared by Du Xiuheng for her. After three days of illness, she died.
Du Xiaoli recalled his predecessor's short life and couldn't help sighing. It really gave birth to a young lady's temperament but didn't have a young lady's life!
"You are better than me. You have at least one dependent brother!" Du Xiaoli sighed.
She held her short hand in front of her eyes, looked at her withered fingers and patted her face. She was convinced that she had really crossed, and still crossed to a little doll.
"Do you want me to have a new childhood? Just a little doll, and I'll be you in the future." Du Xiaoli thought to herself, unable to resist the weakness of her body, and fell asleep.
If you come, you will be at ease. My previous life is not long, but it is very bumpy. Maybe God saw that she hated her previous life, so he arranged another life for her.
I don't know how long I slept. When someone stepped into the room, Du Xiaoli woke up and listened to his steps. He was not old. He should be the borrower's brother Du Xiuheng.
"Sister, get up and drink medicine." Du Xiuheng came to the straw pile with a broken bowl and shouted to Du Xiaoli who was sleeping. "Sister, although this medicine is a little bitter, it's good for your health. You're sick. It's better not to take it." Du Xiuheng persuaded Du Xiaoli that she still disliked the taste of the medicine. Du Xiaoli thought for a moment. It seems that his predecessor hated the bitter taste of the medicine before. He knocked over Du Xiuheng's medicine and wasted his money in vain. Du Xiaoli opened her eyes, but she didn't have the strength to get up. Du Xiuheng thought she was still unwilling and said, "good boy, drink this, and my brother will give you rice porridge in a moment?" Du Xiaoli looked at Du Xiuheng and said faintly, "brother, I don't have the strength." Du Xiuheng reacted, put the bowl aside, try not to let the rain float in, and then leaned down, He helped Du Xiaoli up and sat by himself, took up the medicine bowl with one hand, put it to her mouth, and let her drink with her own hand. Du Xiaoli knew as soon as he smelled the medicine that it was not fried with good herbs, but for now, a little is better than nothing. Moreover, for doctors who often make medicine soup, the taste of traditional Chinese medicine smells good. When Du Xiuheng saw that Du Xiaoli had finished drinking all the medicine, he put her down and lay down and said, "take a rest first, and I'll cook porridge for you." "brother, isn't our family out of rice? How do you cook porridge?" Du Xiaoli asked. Du Xiuheng's figure paused, smiled and said, "my brother borrowed some rice from them."
Du Xiaoli felt something dripping on her face and touched it gently. It felt moist.
Is the roof leaking? Talk to the property manager later. Du Xiaoli thought, confused and going to sleep again.
incorrect! She was sent to the west by a bomb. How could she sleep in bed?!
Du Xiaoli suddenly opened her eyes and sat up, but she felt dizzy and nauseous. A burst of memory poured into her brain. She quickly closed her eyes and slowly opened them after the dizziness passed.
God will not kill me! This is Du Xiaoli's first idea.
When God opens the window for you, he will close your door! This is Du Xiaoli's second idea.
In her previous life, she was indeed dead and came back to a 7-year-old girl with the same name and surname. This is the second life God gave her.
But——
I was starved to death!
Looking at the scene in front of her, Du Xiaoli couldn't help twitching at the corners of her mouth. have nothing but the bare walls in one 's house? on one 's uppers? These are not enough to describe her situation now!
Where is the door of this house?
How did those holes in the mud wall come from?
Is the haystack under you the so-called bed?
In addition to the top of the head, you can directly see the dark sky in other places. Is this based on the sky?
The rain fell directly into the house and soaked the haystack under the body. What's going on?!
Du Xiaoli rubbed her temples. She thought she had strong adaptability, but in the face of such a situation, she still needed time to slow down.
She lay down again, combed the memory in her head, and found that she couldn't describe her mood at the moment with no words.
She was in a small mountain village in duzhuang, one of many small mountain villages in Zhou county. She didn't know what was above Zhou county, because the owner of the body had never left the small mountain village, but she knew that the country was called Fengming country.
"Fengming country? Is there such a country in history? Am I involved in the turbulent flow of time and space by the power of the bomb and into a completely non-existent dynasty?" Du Xiaoli sighed and continued to sort out the memory in his mind.
The borrower, with the same name as her, has just turned seven for more than a month. He has a ten-year-old brother Du Xiuheng who depends on each other. When Du Xiaoli was three years old, his father Du Hai fell to the cliff and died while cutting wood in the back of the mountain. His mother Su Suxin died of illness a month ago.
When Du Hai was young, he went to work in the city, but he didn't earn much money. After returning to his hometown, he lived by planting crops. His family was not rich. After Du Hai's death, his family had almost no source of income. He relied on his mother to do some needlework and sell it in the town in exchange for some copper plates. Later, when my mother fell ill, she spent all the money in the family and sold everything she could sell. Later, there was really no way. Du Xiuheng borrowed money from the village to see his mother, so he owed a lot of people.
Du Hai ranks second, with one eldest brother Du Fu and two younger brothers Du Xiang and Du Ping. Uncle Dufu is the richest man in the village. He got a lot of money from uncle's family when he was treating his mother. Later, his mother died of illness and was just buried. His uncle drove Du Xiaoli's brothers and sisters out of the house, saying that they used the house to pay off their debts. Liangtian was also forcibly bought, and used the money to pay off the debts of the villagers without authorization.
Fortunately, there was a deserted house on the hillside, which gave his brother and sister a temporary place to live.
The two people who were thrown out of the house were penniless. They had nothing except this house which is estimated to be despised by beggars. Fortunately, the neighbors once saw their pity and gave them a pot without a hole and a small bag of food. Du Xiuheng built a small stove outside with a stone and usually used the pot to cook porridge or wild vegetables. They could cook for so many days.
In the past, Du Xiuheng didn't care about the food and clothing at home, but just buried himself in reading. Now in order to survive, he had to put down his books, cut firewood in the back mountain and sell it in the market in exchange for money to raise his sister.
But recently it rained heavily for several days. Du Xiuheng couldn't go to the mountain to cut firewood. They gradually ran out of food. With the rainy weather and no clothes to shelter from the cold, Du Xiaoli fell ill, and she refused to eat the wild vegetables prepared by Du Xiuheng for her. After three days of illness, she died.
Du Xiaoli recalled his predecessor's short life and couldn't help sighing. It really gave birth to a young lady's temperament but didn't have a young lady's life!
"You are better than me. You have at least one dependent brother!" Du Xiaoli sighed.
She held her short hand in front of her eyes, looked at her withered fingers and patted her face. She was convinced that she had really crossed, and still crossed to a little doll.
"Do you want me to have a new childhood? Just a little doll, and I'll be you in the future." Du Xiaoli thought to herself, unable to resist the weakness of her body, and fell asleep.
If you come, you will be at ease. My previous life is not long, but it is very bumpy. Maybe God saw that she hated her previous life, so he arranged another life for her.
I don't know how long I slept. When someone stepped into the room, Du Xiaoli woke up and listened to his steps. He was not old. He should be the borrower's brother Du Xiuheng.
"Sister, get up and drink medicine." Du Xiuheng came to the straw pile with a broken bowl and shouted to Du Xiaoli who was sleeping. "Sister, although this medicine is a little bitter, it's good for your health. You're sick. It's better not to take it." Du Xiuheng persuaded Du Xiaoli that she still disliked the taste of the medicine. Du Xiaoli thought for a moment. It seems that his predecessor hated the bitter taste of the medicine before. He knocked over Du Xiuheng's medicine and wasted his money in vain. Du Xiaoli opened her eyes, but she didn't have the strength to get up. Du Xiuheng thought she was still unwilling and said, "good boy, drink this, and my brother will give you rice porridge in a moment?" Du Xiaoli looked at Du Xiuheng and said faintly, "brother, I don't have the strength." Du Xiuheng reacted, put the bowl aside, try not to let the rain float in, and then leaned down, He helped Du Xiaoli up and sat by himself, took up the medicine bowl with one hand, put it to her mouth, and let her drink with her own hand. Du Xiaoli knew as soon as he smelled the medicine that it was not fried with good herbs, but for now, a little is better than nothing. Moreover, for doctors who often make medicine soup, the taste of traditional Chinese medicine smells good. When Du Xiuheng saw that Du Xiaoli had finished drinking all the medicine, he put her down and lay down and said, "take a rest first, and I'll cook porridge for you." "brother, isn't our family out of rice? How do you cook porridge?" Du Xiaoli asked. Du Xiuheng's figure paused, smiled and said, "my brother borrowed some rice from them."
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