Chapter 1 A whole family of non-original goods
It was raining heavily outside, and light rain was falling inside the dilapidated thatched hut.

Lu Jingzhi held the blood-stained gauze on his forehead, looked at the two people standing in front of the broken bed, was silent for a while, and said softly: "Where is this... I seem to have lost my memory..."

As soon as the words fell, the smile of the girl who was smiling at her because she woke up suddenly disappeared, "Oh, I lost my memory, it's good, it's good."

Lu Jingzhi: "..."

Ah no, don't go, don't you always say this after time travel?
When the two women, one big and one small, left her room, memories belonging to the original owner flooded into her mind like a rushing river.

Lu Jingzhi understood why those two people had such a strange attitude towards her.

The original owner's father had an accident when he went to work in the town some time ago, and died, and his mother couldn't afford to get sick. Not only did the grandparents not want to spend money on her doctor's treatment, but they also thought her unlucky, and even wanted to sell the original owner's sister. He said, "Only by selling you can you have money to buy a coffin for your father. If you have been raising money-losers like you for so long, you have to be filial to your father."

In order to protect the two daughters, the original owner's mother got angry and took them away from the house, but the village chief couldn't stand it anymore and made them live in an unowned thatched cottage at the end of the village.

The original owner's mother fell ill, and then woke up——

The vegetable field is no longer tidied up, the rice is no longer cooked, the water is no longer burned, and the firewood is no longer split... But the two sisters are very easy to order, so that they can fetch water and burn firewood at the same time. , clean and tidy by myself.

It's not like this every day, but every day, and all the firewood saved for cooking at home is completely burned.

There was nothing to eat or drink at home, and my sister was so hungry that she fainted at the gate. When she woke up again, the vegetable field was not cleaned up, and she couldn't cook...

His forehead began to throb and hurt, Lu Jingzhi held his wound and gasped, a fool could see that those two were not original products, and not only were they not original products, but they might be some kind of Jiao Didi Missy.

Damn it, what should I do, the house is completely empty, so could it be possible that the three of them will mess it up together?To drink the northwest wind?
Yesterday, the original owner's sister slipped back a rabbit, but when it turned around, it was snatched away by the noisy people from the old house. The original owner was protecting the food, and was overthrown to the ground. His forehead was smashed on the stone, bloody and bloody, and he died.

I guess that's why she came here.

The quilt was yellow, the edges were greasy, the cotton wool inside was knotted, and the tattered bed board was not small, but she could only huddle in a corner pitifully, without him, the rest of the place was piled up with big pots and small pots falling down one after another. Come the rain.

Lu Jingzhi clenched her fists tightly, anyone in this family can mess around, but she can't.

Even after the apocalypse, she never had such a hard life.

You don’t have to pay attention to what you wear and use, but you can’t do without food! !

The first task now is to heal the wound on the head. The medical conditions in ancient times were backward, and it was just a simple bandage to stop the bleeding. Such a large wound was still on the brain.

There was a light green light on the tip of the right finger.

In a blink of an eye, it became light blue.

The low and narrow interior seemed to be brightened by the reflection.

very good! !
Her water and wood dual-line ability is still there!

It doesn't matter if you are weaker, as long as there are mountains, forests and plants in the world, Lu Jingzhi is sure that he will be able to raise them sooner or later.

In Doomsday, water-type powers and wood-type powers are also called healing powers.

The wound on the forehead was growing slowly, and when it healed, it felt numb and uncomfortable, but Lu Jingzhi breathed a sigh of relief.

It rained for a day and a night. Apart from exercising her powers, Lu Jingzhi was healing her wounds. The powers were stored up again and again, and were exhausted again and again. As time went by, she became more and more handy. The feeling is getting deeper and deeper.

 Here is Green Bamboo Salt, say hello to the cuties (*︶*)
  The heroine of this article, Lu Jingzhi, is a doomsday boss, with huge gold fingers, explosive force value, good looks, a little strange brain circuit, straightforward and frank, can't stand wronged, revenge and revenge, but in general is a nice guy.

  There are scenes of Shuangwen slapping the face, there are scenes of doing business and farming, and the most important ones are the interactions of the family from time travel.

  (The younger sister in the introduction is behind, I haven't lost it, I haven't forgotten it, so please don't comment badly.)
  If the cuties like it, click a favorite, send a comment, and vote for a recommendation or something.

  Update in the early morning, four more.

  I hope that everyone will not be fattened (because fattening is easy to lead to PK failure, PK is not recommended, if there is no recommendation, the grade will be worse, and the author will reduce the number of words as appropriate)
  Its life is in the hands of the cuties, and your votes are the fertilizer for its growth.

  Bow, love you guys.

  


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