Jiang Chan took out the small cloth bag containing ten kilograms of drought-resistant seeds.

The seeds were dark and inconspicuous, with a yellowish thin paper attached to them, with tiny writing: "Shallow burial after late autumn, drought resistant, only needs a little water to moisten the roots, can be harvested in early summer of the following year."

She weighed it in her hand, divided it into about five pounds, and put it in a clean cloth bag.

We found the village chief's house.

The village chief was a thin, old man.

"Village Chief." Jiang Chan placed the cloth bag containing the seeds on the table.

"You are... a stranger who came to ask for lodging?" The village chief looked up, somewhat surprised.

"Well, here are some seeds. Take them and give them a try." Jiang Chan pushed the bag over. "They're drought-resistant. Even if the harvest is small, it's still a hope."

The village chief opened the cloth bag with a puzzled look and saw dark seeds inside. "Where...where did these come from? They don't look like local grains." He picked up a few seeds, rubbed them between his fingers, and looked incredulous.

These days, grain seeds are more precious than gold, let alone seeds like these that have never been seen before!

"I bought it before, I don't know if it's useful or not." Jiang Chan lied casually, "If you think it's useless, you can eat it as food."

She didn't want to explain further, so she put down her things, turned around, and left, saying, "Give it a try; it's better than having no hope at all."

The village chief stared at Jiang Chan's departing figure, speechless for a long time. He then carefully tied the cloth bag tightly, deciding to try his luck with a piece of land, even if it seemed hopeless.

Jiang Chan returned to the Zhang family's courtyard.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I heard arguing coming from the side room.

“Master’s wife! I clearly heard Widow Wang say, ‘My husband and son are buried in the mine’! I heard it clearly!” Chen Yan’s voice was filled with suppressed frustration and confusion.

"Yan-ge'er!" Zhou's voice was filled with obvious reproach and confusion. "You're at it again! She clearly said, 'Luckily, the man and son were lucky; they were almost buried in there, but they both managed to crawl out alive!' And she even thanked God! Why do you keep getting it wrong? And you're even cursing her!"

"I didn't misremember!" Chen Yan's voice rose a few decibels, tinged with a sense of isolation and resentment. "I heard it clearly! It was a mining accident that killed them!"

"Alright, alright!" Zhou was clearly tired and didn't want to argue anymore. "I think you're just confused from traveling! Rest! Don't talk nonsense. Her husband is still here. Why are you calling her 'Widow Wang'? It'll be so hurtful if word gets back to her!"

Chen Yan seemed to choke and fell silent, but Jiang Chan could imagine his frustrated and frantic expression.

Jiang Chan stood in the courtyard, listening to the conversation inside, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly involuntarily.

Ha! It's happening again! History is being revised, and memories are being overwritten!

Only she and this unlucky male protagonist still remember "reality"!

Last time, Zhang Dashan was beheaded but then promoted; this time, the dead in Widow Wang's family have survived.

She risked her life drilling underground for a whole day, almost getting buried alive and suffocating from lack of oxygen, just to get these ten pounds of seeds and change history... Suppressing that absurd smile, she felt a heavy sense of exhaustion spreading from the depths of her soul.

Although his body was unharmed, the absolute darkness of the mine, the suffocating dust, the cold touch of the rocks, and the fear of collapse at any moment were branded into his consciousness.

She desperately needed a good night's sleep to temporarily seal away those nightmarish memories.

Jiang Chan didn't disturb the argument in the side room and went straight back to her and Xiao Tao's room.

Little Peach was sitting on a small stool, drawing on the ground with a twig.

"Sister Jiang, you're back!"

"Mmm," Jiang Chan responded, her voice revealing an undeniable weariness.

She didn't even have the strength to explain anything. She walked straight to the bed covered with a blanket, took off her shoes, and collapsed onto the bed, pulling the thin blanket over her head.

"Sister Jiang? Are you feeling unwell?" Xiao Tao put down the branch and came over worriedly.

"It's nothing... I'm just tired... Let me sleep for a while..." Jiang Chan's voice was muffled under the covers.

Xiao Tao nodded sensibly, stopped bothering her, and quietly sat back down on the small stool.

In the darkness, Jiang Chan kept her eyes tightly closed, but the suffocating darkness of the mine seemed to still be right before her eyes.

Every breath seemed to carry the heavy smell of dust from the mine.

My heart pounded heavily in my chest, not from fear, but from a deep-seated weariness and a feeling of utter exhaustion after surviving a catastrophe.

System mission... to change history... only she and Chen Yan remember... She didn't want to delve into all this absurdity for the time being, she just wanted to empty her mind and sink into the dreamless darkness.

I slept soundly for a long time.

Jiang Chan was not awakened by hunger until the next morning.

She sat up and rubbed her still throbbing temples.

The physical fatigue had mostly dissipated, but the gloomy feeling brought by the mine deep in my mind, like silt at the bottom of the water, still existed, only temporarily suppressed.

Stepping outside, the courtyard was quiet.

Chen Yan and Zhou Shi also seem to have only recently risen to prominence.

Chen Yan was silently chopping firewood in the corner of the yard, his movements were rather heavy, as if he was venting something.

Zhou was drying the wild vegetables she had exchanged yesterday.

Upon seeing Jiang Chan emerge, Chen Yan paused in his wood-chopping motion and glanced at her with a complex expression.

Jiang Chan nodded expressionlessly to Zhou Shi as a greeting, and went to fetch water to wash up.

We rested for another day or so in Qinghe Village.

On the morning of the third day, Jiang Chan packed her bags and said to Xiao Tao, "It's time to go."

Xiao Tao nodded obediently.

Just as I stepped out of the courtyard gate, the door to the next room opened.

Chen Yan and Zhou Shi walked out together.

"Miss Jiang, are you leaving too?" Zhou asked.

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