The Transmigrated Farming Girl

Zhang Xiaoyu opened his eyes for the 30th time. In front of him was the shabby, gray and musty little house.

In addition to the wooden bed under his body, there is nothing that can be called furniture in the room.

The ground is made of mud. Yes, you can read it right. It's made of mud, and it's also pitted and uneven.

The window is made of a piece of wood, a wooden frame, on which there are several smooth round wood, and a piece of gauze is nailed outside to nail the window. This is a window.

And it's the only window in the house. It's small. It's on the wall, near the eaves.

There are only two rooms in this house, one inside and one outside. This window is in the one inside. There is a door between the one inside and the one outside. The door of the one outside is the only exit to the outside.

Both rooms are made of mud with thatched roofs.

The whole family, no kitchen, no cottage, except these two rooms, nothing.

Zhang Xiaoyu sighed. It's really sad. What a pity!

Why is she so miserable!

When she first came here, she didn't believe it. She thought it was a dream, but one day, two days, three days... A month later, she was still here.

"Light rain? light rain? Are you up yet? Your brother, they're all on the ground. The sun is shining on their buttocks! " Is this her dream?

No, it's her mother. Her surname is Zhao Qun. She's 42 years old. I heard that it's her father, that is, my grandfather. She hopes that everything in her family can be grouped together, so she takes this name.

"Ah! OK, I'll get up in a minute Zhang Xiaoyu shouts out, "no, it's not Zhang Xiaoyu, but Zhang Xiaoyu. The owner of this body was born in a rainy day, so it's named Zhang Xiaoyu. He's 10 years old. The girl's nickname is Zhang Xiaoyu, but it's Zhang Xiaoyu who goes out to do business!

When she first came here, Zhang Xiaoyu was caught in a rain, caught a cold, and almost met the king of hell. Of course, she came here, occupied the body and survived.

I remember when she just opened her eyes to see this home, she thought it was a dream to see here, "Xiaoyu, you finally wake up. If you don't wake up again, what can your mother do?" Zhao Qun choked, tears streaming in the rough yellow face, Zhao Qun afraid of rain sad, quickly wipe with his sleeve.

Huh? Who is this man? Why are you crying? Is it acting?

"I'm hungry. I've got something to eat for you." Zhao Qun faltered, haggard for many days, worried that the body can not stand some.

Zhao Qun immediately came to Xiaoyu with a thick bowl, "come on, Xiaoyu, have something to eat. My mother has made good things for you." Zhao Qun helps Xiaoyu up and sits on the bed, handing Xiaoyu the bowl.

Xiaoyu looks at this woman with a cloth scarf and a patched but neat blue dress. Why is she so nice to her? She seems to have never seen her before. Why is she called "Niang"? This dream is so real!

She is just a little hungry, whether it's a dream or not, eat something, and her stomach is almost hungry.

"Thank you." After light rain, she said thanks to the aunt.

Who knows the woman worried about touching her forehead, "there's no fever. How can you talk nonsense? It seems that you'll have to boil some medicine later. The medicine prescribed by Dr. Yang can be fried again." Zhao Qun muttered to himself.