Fast Travel: Hug the Iceberg System

Chapter 15 Farming Life 2
"You son of a bitch! Give me your brother!" The old man's fat face was huddled into a ball when he got angry, and the big black mole on his lip trembled.

"Why?" The little girl was very puzzled, and the old man looked disdainful: "You son of a bitch, can you support your brother?!"

The little girl was stunned, this sentence really hit her deadly spot, the little boy held his sister's hand, unwilling to let her go, he was very smart, he knew that grandma liked boys, and would definitely not want her sister, he didn't want to let her A person starved to death.

Although Zhang Xiaomeng was in a chaotic state, she finally couldn't bear the procrastination memory anymore and said angrily: "System! Just tell me! What should I do! I really can't stand this procrastination memory!"

The system was speechless, interrupting the transmitted memory.

"Zhang Xiaomeng, a little girl who lost her father and mother. In her last life, her grandmother took her younger brother away, but a few days later she was seriously ill. After she recovered, she raised her for a few years, and then married her A wealthy businessman in the village was a concubine. She was tortured to death. After her death, her brother hated her grandma too much and killed her. She was wanted by the government and executed. Before she died, her thoughts were too strong, and her wish was to stop This time grandma took her younger brother away and led him to live a good life."

Zhang Xiaomeng is speechless, why the name is exactly the same as hers, "Actually, it is to let this little girl live a beautiful and happy life, and then not marry that rich businessman as a concubine, and take her younger brother to a better life, right?"

"Yes."

The system answered very neatly, Zhang Xiaomeng smiled triumphantly, just about to get close to the system in the conscious world, who knows, she woke up the next moment.

Blinking her eyes, Zhang Xiaomeng felt tired looking at the dilapidated roof. How could this be called a roof? It was full of holes, and the roof was not tiles, but straw.

The voice outside the door continued, "Grandma! I won't go! I want to be with my sister!" The little boy's childish voice was very firm.

"You son of a bitch! You're waiting to starve to death with your Sangmen star sister! You're still with her! Come home with me! I can't let my grandson of the Zhang family starve to death!"

This woman with a loud voice should be the grandmother of this body, and the little boy is her brother, called, Zhang Xiaomeng thought for a while, called Zhang Xiaoguang, this name is really simple and easy to remember.

Zhang Xiaomeng wanted to get up, but found that he was weak all over. This feeling was very similar to that of a low-grade fever!

Sighing, in modern times such a low fever can be alive and kicking with a bag of antipyretics, but in ancient times, such a low fever had to drink a lot of traditional Chinese medicine, and it was not easy to cure.

"System, I want antipyretics! The cheapest one!" Zhang Xiaomeng said in her heart.

A box of Banlangen was thrown in front of her, Zhang Xiaomeng picked it up and stuffed it quickly into the quilt, "System, I only need one pack, you have too many, can I return it?"

"No, it's sold in one box."

Zhang Xiaomeng is embarrassed, well, she also knows, whoever sells it, sells a pack! "Well, how much is it?" Zhang Xiaomeng asked cautiously, it must not be expensive!

"10 points."

Zhang Xiaomeng breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, it's cheap, a certain 9-brand cold spirit is cheap and easy to use!
It was difficult to get up from the dilapidated wooden bed, and he felt top-heavy as soon as he landed. Zhang Xiaomeng felt that it was not just a cold, but malnutrition.

The days ahead have a long way to go!

(End of this chapter)