Aside from the initial frantic state caused by hunger and oxygen deprivation in his brain, Fan Xiaofan has now regained his high-IQ rationality.
Considering the current household registration system, when she was an unregistered resident, she faced immense difficulties even in getting something to eat. This small example demonstrates the severity of other systems as well.
Reporting a death to the police is not as simple as just saying it; there must be a verification process involved.
So now...
She remained extremely calm.
I even felt a little amused; the relatives listed on those identity documents are all quite remarkable...
Little Lemon froze for a moment. So what if you're smart?
The compressed biscuit paste was stirred well. Actually, Fan Xiaofan didn't have much of an appetite when she looked at the bowl of paste, but Fu Weidong's eyes lit up and he subconsciously swallowed his saliva.
Fan Xiaofan found it amusing and urged him to come and eat quickly.
Fu Weidong, with his short legs, carried the small, broken bowl as if it were the most precious food.
Fan Xiaofan ruffled the little yellow hair on his head and watched him eat.
He started thinking about his own affairs. The matter of "being killed" that Little Lemon mentioned, although not urgent, still needed to be resolved eventually. But for now, he should focus on solving the most pressing issues of food and clothing.
Compressed biscuits and small bread rolls are delicious, and you can eat them all day long without any problem. As for clothes, the one I'm wearing is a laboratory gown that I borrowed from the village chief to sew up. When the village chief's wife was mending it, she praised the fabric, saying it was a rare and fine garment.
Fan Xiaofan was speechless. In her previous life, even if it was just torn into strips, let alone tattered into pieces, it would probably have been thrown away.
Moreover, this is the only piece of clothing I own, and summer is almost over. When autumn comes, the weather will get cold.
Without warm clothes, I'm afraid I'll freeze to death...
And this little thatched hut... The village chief told me that he could build her a kang (heated brick bed) later, but there's no rush for that...
These are all in-demand items, and you need to plan your purchases carefully.
Fu Weidong stood to the side, holding a small, tattered bowl and drinking the porridge inside. He stared at Fan Xiaofan with his round eyes, wanting to say something, but he hesitated timidly. Finally, he mustered his courage and tugged at her clothes: "Sister, you drink..."
He was always afraid that if he didn't perform well, the fairy sister would abandon him.
Even when it comes to saying a single word, one has to think it over for a long time.
In all his memories since he was old enough to understand, he had never been able to wear clean clothes and have a full stomach like he had these past few days. It was like living the life of a god.
Fan Xiaofan snapped out of her reverie. She didn't like eating this kind of biscuit paste and preferred to eat it dry. She gave Fu Weidong this paste because she was worried that he was too young and it would be easier for him to digest.
"No need, is this enough?"
Fu Weidong nodded quickly like a chick: "That's enough, that's enough. I'll just eat a little bit."
He hurriedly explained that he was easy to feed and didn't eat much.
Fan Xiaofan didn't say anything. Then she heard a child's voice outside. She looked up and saw the village chief's small village, who was staggering over with a small bowl in his arms.
"Sister Fan, Grandma gave this to me."
She hurriedly took it; it turned out to be a small dish of wild vegetables. The villagers are always busy with food all year round and put the most thought into it. These wild vegetables were dried early in the morning and made into dried wild vegetables, which is also a good dish at this time of year.
Fu Weidong also looked curiously at this little guy who was even smaller than himself...
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