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Li Ziyu lay listlessly on the kang, the bumpy earthen bed reminding her that this was not modern times. 。My heart was both shocked and confused, so I couldn't help but squint my eyes and look around.

The mottled old mud brick walls, the uneven ground, the old wooden window frames, the paint had long since faded away

。The yellowish window paper was battered by wind and rain, making a rattling sound in the cold wind. 。Looking at the roof, this house must be a straw hut. The cold wind blew down from the gaps in the straw, directly hitting my bones and making me feel chilled to the bone. 。My hands and feet were numb from the cold. 。To avoid freezing to death, Qiang Da sat up with a start and gritted his teeth, forcing himself to move his limbs. 。Living continuously, I gradually gained a semblance of spirit. 。My stomach is just too full, it's constantly protesting. 。He looked up at her clothes: she was wearing a purplish-red cotton jacket with several patches, and the trousers were also patched blue cotton. 。This thin, old cotton blanket would offer no warmth at all in a room with no temperature. 。The earthen kang is cold, with no warmth at all. 。The kang is located in the north, with a few torn old kangs on it. The bottom of the kang is covered with a thin layer of wild grass. 。The newly patched-up quilt was thin and flimsy, with several patches sewn onto it. 。This lousy quilt is the only one in the house. 。Several pillows were stacked in the northeast corner on the kang. 。The house should be the east house because the door is on the west side. 。A rickety table was placed against the southwest wall, missing a leg and supported by a piece of wood. It looked unsteady. 。There were several sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table, the bowls being chipped porcelain. 。Leaning against the eastern wall was an old wooden chest. It stood taller than the kang and its paint had long since worn away. 。There's also a lock on the wooden chest, I guess the important things in this house are inside. 。The dilapidated wooden door in the house was ajar. It should have been closed, but perhaps the wind had blown it open. 。The door curtain is made of straw, it's pretty sturdy and can block some wind. 。Suddenly, I really wanted to know what it looked like. I looked around but didn't see any mirrors. 。On top of her head were two buns held together with strips of cloth, making me think of the maids in ancient Chinese TV dramas. I couldn't help but smile wryly. 。

Quietly thinking about this unbelievable thing, how did it get here? I clearly died alongside the drug lord, I don't believe that even if someone was blown to pieces they could still be alive.

。Sorry, as a former SWAT officer, I never had time to read online novels and don't believe in soul transmigration. 。I can't explain it now, so I'm baffled. 。When racking my brain, a flood of irrelevant memories came rushing in. 。Li Ziyu, also known as Li, is the eldest sister in this family. 。

Without parents, with five younger siblings below.

。While chopping wood on the mountain, I fell and somehow soul-transmigrated to another world. 。At this moment, footsteps and hushed whispers came from outside: "Second brother, is elder sister awake?" "Hush, be quiet..." 。Doctor Fu said that big sister is fine now and will be able to wake up today. 。“Second Brother, I'm here.” “Mmm hmm, Little Lan, be good. Second Brother will cook the porridge right away.” 。Li Ziyu knew, this was the five siblings in the world connected by fate. 。He fell from the mountain and was unconscious for three days. He just woke up today. 。There is no more firewood at home, the second brother went out with his younger siblings to collect some. 。The past three days, the second brother has been cooking. Every day it's sorghum porridge. 。Li Ziyu, because she now had memories, her soul became stronger. Except for her still-growing stomach, she had fully recovered. 。Although my head still ached from the bump, my mind felt completely clear. 。Such a poor family, there is already no room for more people to lie down. 。"Xiaoshan!" Li Ziyu said. 。"Ouch!" "Sister, you're awake!" A clatter of footsteps came. 。In the next moment, several little heads popped in one after another, seven or eight tongues chattering: "Big sister, you're awake!" "Big sister, my brother and I went to gather firewood." 。I picked up so many 。"Big sister, you're awake! That's great." 。"Elder sister, I want elder sister."

Li Ziyu's eyes were a bit moist.

。Seeing my three-year-old younger brother and sister rush onto the kang in such a hurry, my heart melted. 。He quietly watched several ragged little brothers and sisters:

Nine-year-old Li Zishan was the second oldest, wearing a blue cotton coat made of hemp, with several patches on it.

。The canvas shoes on my feet are black hemp, and there are several patches. 。beneath heavily furrowed brows are a pair of clear and bright dan eyes 。His face was gaunt and pale, with a sickly complexion, clearly the result of long-term malnutrition. 。His hair, withered and gray, was parted on either side, with a blue cloth band tied at the top of his head like two horns. 。The hardships of life had not broken him; his beautiful blue eyes sparkled with determination and optimism. 。Seven-year-old Li Ziwen is the youngest, and also the most inexperienced. He looks even more frail than his older brother. 。His eyes and his father's were very similar, dark eyes that held worry, anxiety, and fear. 。His hair and beard were both the same dull yellow, each held in place by two braids of blue cotton tied on top of his head. 。The cotton of the upper part obviously was picked from someone else's second-hand clothes, looking even older. 。Though only five years old, Li Ziwu had a small mouth but a pair of bright almond-shaped eyes. 。Those eyes, so like their mother's, sparkled with joy, affection, and alarm. 。His hair was withered and yellow, with a few strands left at the back. The rest was tied up into a small braid with a crimson-purple cotton band on his head. 。The cotton on top is noticeably newer than the two brothers', at least it doesn't have any patches. 。is also the only one without a patch. 。The cloth shoes on her feet also seemed newly made, blue cloth uppers. In my memory, it was this older sister who made them. 。The three-year-old Li Zihu, with a tigerish head and face, also had a pair of almond eyes. 。Its jet-black eyes twinkled mischievously. 。Her hair was blacker than her brothers', with a portion left loose at the back. The rest was combed into three buns: one on top of her head and one on each side, using crimson silk ribbon. 。Likewise, three-year-old Li Zilan and Li Zihu, twins, also have a pair of almond eyes. Their black, grape-like eyes are so innocent and pure. 。His jet-black hair was styled with a fringe, parted in the middle and tied back into two small braids with red ribbons. 。The two looked better than their older brother and sister, of course because the older brother and sister had saved their food for them. 。Two people were wearing the same blue cotton clothes and the same cotton shoes. 。Both the clothes and shoes were very old, with patches in some places. 。Including Li Ziyu herself and her five siblings, none of them wore anything over their cotton coats because they couldn't afford to buy cloth. 。Each of the siblings suffered from frostbite to varying degrees. Li Ziyu, Li Zishan, and Li Ziwu were the most severely affected. 。Li Ziyu's hand was swollen like a steamed bun, and some places were even oozing pus. 。Li Zishan and Li Ziwu's fingers were also swollen like carrots. 。

"Sister, it's me"

。“Li Zihu was rubbing against Li Ziyu, saying in a husky voice " 。Li ZiLan also responded in a spirited voice: "Sister, my stomach..." 。Li Ziyu only then came to her senses. She hadn't eaten breakfast yet. 。Here, not only Li Ziyu's family but also the village head's family only eat two meals a day. 。Of course, except during harvest season. 。Li Ziyu looked outside and saw that the sun was already near noon (modern 10 am). She hurriedly patted Li Zihua and took Li Zilan aside: "You two wait a moment, I'll go cook." 。"Li Zishan hurriedly said, "Sister, you're just in time. Zi is still vacant, so let me do it." 。"It's okay, I'm fine now." 。Then I'll start a fire for you. 。"Good" 。Li Ziyu came to the outer room. Although she had been mentally prepared, she was still taken aback by the poverty of this home. 。This house is three grass houses, facing south and backing north. 。

East House is where several sisters live.

。This house in the middle should be a living room, where we are standing now. It also seems like a kitchen. 。This house has no doors on the north side, only two wooden doors on the south. 。The Northeast corner leans against the east wall, and the north wall has an earthen stove built into it, which conveniently heats the kang in the east room. 。Xi Wu hadn't gotten there yet, so he searched his memory. It turned out that Xi Wu's house had already collapsed halfway and was uninhabitable. 。A small pile of firewood was piled up in the northwest corner of the house. Judging by the size of the pile, it was likely that the second brother and his group had just brought it back. 。I also understand that the kang was icy cold when I just woke up, it turns out there was no firewood. 。The reason we don't have firewood isn't because my siblings and I aren't diligent, but because we sold the chopped wood for money to buy rice. 。When we were kids, we weren't brave enough to go deep into the mountains. We didn't have the strength to chop down big logs of firewood, so we couldn't sell many. 。Against the wall leaned a few tattered burlap sacks, containing various foodstuffs. 。I looked at each one individually. The sorghum flour was about four or five jin, the sorghum rice was about three or four jin, and the brown rice (which is just the shelled grains) was about two or three jin. 。There is no rice, no white flour, and no vegetables at all. 。Against the north wall, next to the earthen stove, there was a water jar, half-filled with water. 。The fish tank was covered with a wooden board, which looked like a chopping board. 。。Two wooden barrels were stacked together beside the fish tank, and next to the barrels stood a wooden yoke. 。Li Ziyu looked at the meager supply of grain with worry. Was she going to make sorghum porridge again? There was only a little sorghum rice and brown rice left, enough for someone to have when they were sick, and she didn't even dare... 。It seems like there's no other choice, I guess we'll just have to eat sorghum porridge. 。

I checked the stove, which is connected to the kang.

。The hearth is built with adobe bricks, with two lower cooking holes and two upper pot holders, but they are all connected inside. 。If you heat one pot on the stove, the other pot will also get hot. 。The two-pot stove has two lids made of sorghum stalks, and there are two wooden basins stacked on top of each other on the stove. 。There is a kitchen knife, a spatula, a broom, and a gourd ladle in the basin. 。A ladle and a gourd dipper are made from the same dried gourd. After drying, it is cut vertically in half from the middle, the seeds are removed, and two scoops are formed. 。A deep brown ceramic jar contained about half a jin of salt. 。There is also a porcelain jar, which should have been an oil container, but unfortunately, there wasn't a drop of oil inside. 。Besides salt, this house doesn't have any other seasonings. 。Li Ziyu deftly lifted the two pot lids, scooped two ladlefuls of water, and scrubbed both pots clean with a broom. 。The northern pot was filled with four scoops of water, and the southern pot with six. 。Because the stove is open, you can cook and boil water at the same time. 。At that time, you can drink it, wash your hands and face, even in the middle of winter, it's clean and comfortable. 。Thanks to Li Ziyu's hometown being a rural area, she wasn't afraid of hard work at all. Besides, with the original owner's memories, she didn't feel overwhelmed. 。Li Zishan took the flint and struck a spark, lighting the fire in the stove to the north with skill. 。Li Ziyu took a wooden basin and scooped two scoops of sorghum flour from the bag with the gourd scoop. After thinking for a moment, she added another half scoop. 。After the water in the northern pot boils, use chopsticks to carefully put the sorghum flour into the pot, and keep stirring with chopsticks. 。When things are moving fast, add a pinch of salt. 。Unwilling to give up, he picked up the oil drum, took off the small wooden board on top, and kept shaking it towards the north pot, facing downwards. 。It's not just talking, it actually produced two drops of oil. 。For a moment, the kitchen was filled with the aroma of something long forgotten. 。

A child's nose is the most sensitive, and all four children, led by Li Ziwen, rushed out.

。"Sis, what are you making? It smells so good?"Four pairs of eyes were fixed on the pot, Li Ziyu could clearly hear them swallowing their saliva, and someone's stomach even grumbled. 。Li Ziyu's heart ached, it had been so long since she last ate meat. 。Li Ziyu put the scrubbed wooden basin on the stove, and while scooping up sorghum porridge with a gourd ladle, she called out: "Hurry up, get your chopsticks and bowls, it's time to eat!" 。As he spoke, the sorghum porridge was already brimming in the bowl. 。Just rinsed the pot clean and added three more scoops of water, keeping it for later when I wash the dishes. 。The water in the pot to the south had already boiled. It was for drinking and washing one's face. 。

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