Looking at the worn-out mosquito net above her head, and hearing voices coming from the kitchen, Li Qingling sighed and got up.
After three days, she had to accept the fact that she was reborn from modern times to the poor and backward ancient countryside.
From the memories of the original owner, Xiao Li Qingling, she knew that her life was not bad at first. Her father Li Laigui was good at hunting, and from time to time he would go to the mountains to buy some pheasant and hares to eat.
But three months ago, a sudden outbreak of plague took away her father's life. Her mother Zhao was so sad that she almost had a miscarriage. When she could only lie on the bed to preserve the pregnancy, everything changed. Her great aunt Lin I didn't have a good face to show them anymore.
Not only did Mrs. Lin dislike Zhao's illness, but she also disliked that she and her five-year-old brother Li Qingfeng couldn't do any heavy work. It would be a waste of food to raise their three mothers, so she urged grandma Liu to separate the family and separate them.
Grandpa and grandma have been partial to their elder uncle Li Laifu since they were young, and they immediately agreed with Lin's instigation.
The division of the family was also extremely harsh, and the village head wanted them to leave the house, but he couldn't see it, so he came forward to help them and said a few words, and they barely divided two acres of inferior land, ten barrels of brown rice and some old belongings.
This also angered Mrs. Liu, who felt that they did not know what to do and made her lose face, so she drove them out of Li's house that day.
They had no place to live for a while, and it just so happened that there was an unoccupied hut at the foot of the mountain, and the village chief let them live in that hut temporarily.
Living in thatched hut for two months, even if it is economical, I only eat one meal of brown rice and wild vegetable porridge a day, and the ten tubes of brown rice are eaten up, and there is nothing to eat at home, and even the wild vegetables on the mountain have been picked. There are still two months, what should I do
Seeing the hungry and crying brother, little Li Qingling had no choice but to run to Li's house, asking grandparents if they could give her some more rice
As soon as his cousin Li Qingfu heard about her coming, he pushed her angrily. She was already so hungry, but she was pushed so hard by him that she hit the wall and smashed her head.
Little Li Qingling was carried home, but she didn't make it through. Li Qingling, who had a car accident in modern times, was reborn in this body.
On the day of the accident, the house she bought had just been renovated, and she planned to take her parents over to live with her, but things were unpredictable.
Knowing that she died, I hope her parents will not be too sad.
Li Qingling sighed heavily again, glanced at her younger brother who was still sound asleep, turned around and opened the door to go out, seeing Mrs. Zhao who was about to cook porridge with rice, she hurried over.
"Mother, let me come!" Seeing that Mrs. Zhao was so thin that only a belly was left, she smiled wryly, "Go and sit down!"
Avoiding Li Qingling's hand, Mrs. Zhao asked her worriedly, "You are still weak, go to sleep again! Mother will call you when she is done cooking."
Three days ago, my daughter was carried back with blood on her head. Even the doctor said that she was dying. Fortunately, the Bodhisattva blessed her and her daughter woke up again. Otherwise, she would not be able to live.
Mrs. Zhao never imagined that her daughter had changed the core.
"I've been resting for two days, and I'm fine." In fact, the wound was still aching, but she didn't want Mrs. Zhao to worry, so she could only comfort her like this.
Li Qingling reached out to take the ladle in Mrs. Zhao's hand, and bent over to scoop up the brown rice under the rice vat. This bit of brown rice was brought by her little fiancé Liu Zhimo on the day she was injured, so it could only be used for one or two pieces. God, after eating, I have to go hungry.
She started a fire, looked at the blazing flames, and said softly, "Mother, I want to go around the mountain to see if there is anything else to eat, so I can pick some up."
Hearing this, Mrs. Zhao was stunned for a while, looked at her daughter's little face that was slightly bettered by the firelight, and closed her sore eyes, "You are not in good health, so don't go, mother, wait a moment... I'll go to your grandfather's house to borrow some rice later." All the edible food on the mountain has been picked up, what else can I pick up
"I can't borrow it, mother, I have died because of this once, don't you see clearly what they are like?" She wondered if her father, Li Laigui, was the son of the Li family. If it was her own, how could he be so heartless
As soon as these words fell, the kitchen suddenly fell silent.
Li Qingling looked up at Mrs. Zhao with drooping eyelids, stood up on tiptoe, took off the hanging pannier, and carried it on her back.
"Don't worry, if I can't find anything to eat, I will come back soon."
Mrs. Zhao raised her eyes and looked at the thin figure walking out of the yard, tears streaming down her face silently, feeling extremely bitter in her heart.
Early in the morning, the fog was thick, and the thin clothes on Li Qingling's body were wet shortly after going up the mountain, but she didn't care about this, she gritted her teeth, and continued to walk deep into the mountain.
All the edible food in the nearby mountains had been swept away, so she had no choice but to go deeper.
In her previous life, she was also a child from the countryside. She followed her father to hunt in the mountains since she was a child.
But the ideal is plump, but the reality is skinny. She has been gone for almost two hours, and she hasn't even seen a pheasant or a hare.
Sitting powerlessly on the ground, Li Qingling took a heavy breath, and then smiled bitterly silently, God, you sent her here to make her suffer, right
Even though she was from the countryside in her previous life, she never suffered so much!
Looking up at the bright sun, she shook her head, not daring to think about it anymore, for fear of thinking about it, the courage she had finally mustered up was gone.
After resting, she felt less tired, so she got up, picked up a basket of mushrooms, and rushed home.
Fortunately, she also picked mushrooms, which comforted her a little.
In fact, there are quite a lot of mushrooms on this mountain. It was only because someone in the village used to pick mushrooms to eat and died of poisoning. After that, no one dared to pick them and eat them again.
With these mushrooms on the mountain, at least her family has hope of survival.
As soon as she got home, she put down the basket, cleaned the pot and boiled water neatly, while waiting for the water to boil, she washed the mushrooms, and when the mushrooms were washed, the water also boiled.
She poured half a basket of washed mushrooms into it. The poor family didn't even have any oil, so she put a little salt in it, covered the pot, added two sticks of firewood, and turned the fire up a bit.
About a quarter of an hour later, smelling the aroma of mushrooms, Li Qingling stirred it with a spoon, waited for a while, and filled a bowl with it. Regardless of the heat, he picked up the mushrooms and started to gobble them up.
After taking two bites, Li Qingfeng, who smelled the aroma, walked into the kitchen, tugged on Li Qingling's sleeve, and cried out that he was hungry.
Li Qingling hugged Li Qingfeng, who was five years old but thin like three or four years old, into his arms. Hearing his continuous swallowing, he felt sore in his heart. He picked up a chopstick of mushroom, blew on it, and stuffed it into his mouth.
He didn't even chew it, and swallowed it directly, "Sister, Xiang, I want to..."
"Eat slowly, there is still in the pot." She fed Li Qingfeng slowly, and when he finished eating a bowl, touched his stomach, and stopped letting him eat, "Don't eat too much at once, you will Get ill."
Although Li Qingfeng still wanted to eat, he nodded obediently. He knew that his family was poor and he couldn't afford to see a doctor when he was sick.
He looked at the fragrant mushrooms in the bowl, and said in a daze, "Sister, Maowowo will kill you if you eat it."
Li Qingling paused with the hand holding the mushroom, looked at his withered and yellow hair, "Then why do you still dare to eat it?"
"I'm hungry..." He replied in a low voice.
As soon as her nose became sour, tears came down in an instant. In her previous life, she worked hard alone in a big city, and suffered all kinds of hardships. She gritted her teeth and came here without shedding a single tear. But here, it was really too hard. She is so miserable that she doesn't know if she can go on
She finished eating a bowl of mushrooms in tears, hugged him tightly, and explained in a low voice, "Some fur nests are poisonous, some are not. The ones I picked up are not poisonous, and they won't eat dead people." Then he said, "Don't say it, you know?"
Even if this matter was told, no one would believe it. Not only would they not believe it, they would even be scolded by the villagers.
Qingfeng Li nodded in response.
At Shen Shi, Mrs. Zhao came back carrying a hoe with a big belly. Li Qingling called mother and stepped forward to take the hoe in her hand.
Li Qingfeng also yelled, ran to pour a basin of water, and carefully brought it in front of Zhao Shi, "Mother, wash your hands."
Mrs. Zhao quickly took it and put it on the side of the stove. Seeing the big pot with the lid on, she asked with a smile, "What are you cooking? It smells so good..."
Li Qingling stepped forward to lift the lid of the pot, looked at the mushrooms in the pot, and said calmly: "When I went up the mountain, I met a white-haired old man. He told me that this kind of hairy nest is edible. My brother and I I've already eaten." She didn't know whether Mrs. Zhao believed her words or not.
After a long time, she didn't hear a sound, she raised her head to look at Mrs. Zhao anxiously, and saw Mrs. Zhao was trembling all over, and her sallow face was full of tears.
She panicked all of a sudden, took two steps, supported Mrs. Zhao to sit on the stool, opened her mouth, wanted to say something, but didn't know where to start, so she could only yell mother.
Covering her face with her hands, Mrs. Zhao finally cried bitterly. Li Qingling looked at her back that seemed to be crushed, and felt that she didn't believe what she said. Will eat these dead-eating mushrooms.
"Mother..." Li Qingfeng was still young and didn't understand why Mrs. Zhao was crying. He only saw Mother crying, and he started crying too.
Seeing the two crying together, Qingfeng Li felt so sore in his heart that tears flowed out disobediently.
She didn't know how long she cried, but Mrs. Zhao was still crying. Li Qingling was afraid that if she continued crying, it would be bad for the fetus, so she persuaded her in a low voice.
Mrs. Zhao slowly stopped crying, raised her head with tears in her eyes, took a deep look at her daughter and son, stood up, picked up a spoon and filled a bowl full, without saying a word, took the bowl and ate it in big mouthfuls. up.
Seeing the despair on Zhao's face, Li Qingling's heart trembled. She probably had the idea that everyone would die together if she was going to die
"Sister..." Li Qingfeng pulled the earthen stove, looked into the pot with his feet on his feet, raised his head and called Li Qingling.
Li Qingling pursed her lips, filled two bowls of mushrooms, and pushed a bowl to him. She picked up a bowl herself and ate in silence.