When the group arrived at the brigade headquarters, it was as noisy as a vegetable market, with a group of ragged people surrounding Uncle Bai and Ye Jianguo.

When Uncle Bai saw his younger brother, he led a few people toward the man who claimed to be a relative of Aunt Yan.

The man sat against the wall, his eyes closed and his face flushed.

Uncle Bai called out to him a few times, but there was no response. Uncle Bai touched his forehead and was startled:

"Oh dear, he has a fever, his forehead is burning hot."

Yongkang, look how many people are waiting for me to settle them in; I can't worry about this person right now.

Take this young man back first, get him some medicine, and let him stay in Wen'an's room for now.

Please take care of his food for now. I'll make further arrangements once he's feeling better.

Then he instructed his eldest son, "Wenli, go and lend a hand."

Mr. Bai and Bai Wenli helped the young man back to the Bai family home.

The kang (heated brick bed) in Wen'an's room hadn't been heated yet, so they had to settle the person on the kang of Bai's parents for the time being.

Bai Xiaoyue looked at this person; his hair was very long, and his clothes were tattered. She wondered how much hardship he had suffered on his journey to escape famine.

Now that he's caught a cold and has a fever, he might just die!

It is said that saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda.

She took out several doses of the cold and fever medicine she had prepared for Chang Le, and cooked a pot of millet porridge, waiting for him to wake up.

As soon as the man woke up, Bai's father rushed over and asked, "Young man, are you feeling better?"

Mr. Bai even brought him hot water so he could wash his face.

He took the handkerchief and wiped his face, then looked around, touched the kang (heated brick bed) beneath him, and stared at Bai's father:

"Excuse me, uncle, where is this?"

Mr. Bai patiently replied, "Young man, this is the Red Star Brigade. You just arrived here and you've already caught a cold, developed a fever, and fainted."

The man remained silent for a long time before finally asking, "What year is it?"

Bai Xiaoyue's heart skipped a beat when she heard this; the scene was so familiar!

It's still the classic line from a time traveler.

I just don't know if they traveled from ancient times or from the modern era.

She carried a bowl of millet porridge over, and when the person looked up, Bai Xiaoyue was startled.

The man had long hair that covered his eyes, but now he was wiping his face, revealing his eyes and eyebrows.

Oh, what a handsome man! As Mr. Jin described him, "sword-like eyebrows reaching his temples, phoenix eyes radiating power"—he's practically Yang Guo!

Even now, I'm still lying down; I don't know if that counts as being tall and graceful.

While offering him millet porridge, Bai Xiaoyue replied, "It's 1960 now."

The man was shocked. Bai Xiaoyue was certain that he was not from this era.

The man said nothing more and slowly finished his millet porridge.

Bai Xiaoyue made him take his medicine and watched him fall asleep. Seeing that there was nothing else for her to do, she asked her father to stay with him while she and her mother went home.

The man was able to get up and move around after his father took care of him for three days.

It turns out that the man's name was Yan Ci, and it is said that Aunt Yan was his great-aunt, and his grandfather was Aunt Yan's brother.

During their escape from famine, they encountered war and were separated from their families. Yan Ci was only one year old at the time.

Yan Ci's family was large, with more than a dozen people going out, but in the end only five remained.

The three members of the great-aunt's family in the north, and Yan Ci and his grandfather who had been stranded in the mountainous province.

The others stayed on the road.

Just thinking about the horrific situation back then sends chills down Bai Xiaoyue's spine.

Both sides wrote many letters back to their hometowns, but at that time, everyone in the village who knew them had fled the famine and settled in various places.

It wasn't until a few years ago that a member of a collateral branch of the Yan family returned to their ancestral home and, upon seeing the letters from both sides, wrote a letter to Grandpa Yan Ci.

Grandpa Yan was overjoyed to learn that his little sister was still alive.

Knowing his health was failing, he wrote to his sister, saying he wanted to see her one last time.

He wanted to entrust his lonely grandson to his younger sister.

But he never received a reply, and Grandpa Yan never saw his beloved little sister again. On his deathbed, he instructed Yan to leave and seek refuge with his great-aunt.

Yan Ci verbally agreed to his grandfather's request, but he was unwilling in his heart.

He watched as his grandfather, who never saw his great-aunt again, passed away with regret, and harbored resentment towards her.

Little did he know that his great-aunt had already passed away before his grandfather and reunited with her family.

It wasn't until this year's drought, with no water or food, that the entire village fled to escape famine. He had no other relatives in the world, so he came to seek refuge with his great-aunt.

Bai's mother kept wiping away tears, feeling sorry for Yan Ci, and felt so sorry for him.

They've been treated the same way as Chang Le, getting an egg every day—a privilege even their biological daughter doesn't receive.

Bai Xiaoyue felt very jealous, but considering that he was two years younger than her, she decided not to hold it against him.

After the sourness subsided, she realized that this transmigrator had the original owner's memories! Otherwise, how could he know such detailed information?

This is illogical! God is so unfair! I'm still pretending to have amnesia.

Several days later, Bai Xiaoyue finally understood Yan Ci.

He cut his hair short, revealing his forehead. He was tall and elegant, with handsome features and a straight posture, like a small white poplar tree.

He was very tall, a head taller than me, probably over 1.8 meters, but too thin; even Bai Wen'an's old jacket looked big on him.

Bai Xiaoyue thought that if she let it grow a little fatter, it would look even better.

Yan Ci looked at the girl who had bought his great-aunt's house. She had big almond-shaped eyes, fair skin, and wore two small braids.

A very pretty young woman, but her bangs were too long, almost covering her eyes. She was only about 5 out of 10 when she was originally very pretty.

Yan Ci only knew that this beautiful girl made very fragrant and delicious millet porridge.

Because the temperature is low now, people will freeze to death if they don't sleep on a kang (heated brick bed).

Uncle Bai settled all the refugees in the villagers' homes.

We plan to distribute those dilapidated courtyards to them again in the spring. The courtyards are too run-down and can only be inhabited after they are renovated.

That winter, Yan Ci stayed at the Bai family's residence.

Every day, the canteen serves only vegetable porridge and multigrain steamed buns to take home.

Bai Xiaoyue would then cook another big pot of millet porridge, as millet porridge is good for the stomach. Don't let Yan Ci's thin appearance fool you; he can eat even more than Bai's father.

However, he was very diligent and always insisted on washing the dishes and pots after meals, which Bai Xiaoyue was very happy to do.

She only likes cooking and dislikes washing pots and pans the most.

The Chinese New Year is just around the corner, but it's going to be tough this year. They can't even buy meat. Wang Weiguo could only help them buy some pig offal.

Besides fulfilling their quotas, the brigade sold all the pigs to pay off their grain debts.

On New Year's Eve, the canteen only served dumplings with Chinese cabbage filling and sauerkraut filling.

How could the New Year be so shabby? Bai Xiaoyue wanted to kill the old hen at home, but was scolded by her mother.

Sigh... I guess it's because her son didn't come home for the New Year, and the old mother is in a bad mood. I understand.

There's no other way; we'll have to eat pork offal for Chinese New Year this year!

Pork intestines are delicious but difficult to clean. Bai Xiaoyue instructed Yan Ci to wash them several times with wood ash, and then, while Bai's mother was not at home, to wash them again with cornmeal.