Li Jinfeng looked around and her eyes fell on the dilapidated broken window that allowed easy viewing from the outside and the outside. She temporarily gave up the idea of taking things out of the space.
She must never let anyone know the secret of space.
My stomach was rumbling and the wound on my forehead was throbbing with pain.
Li Jinfeng fell asleep in a daze, and when she woke up, it was already night.
It was already dark, and moonlight shone in from the window, illuminating the dilapidated house and Li Jinfeng's pale face, which was completely bloodless.
She was so hungry and no one called her to eat, so Li Jinfeng slept for a whole day.
She struggled to get up, hid in the corner, and took cover of the table with a missing leg to get a bowl of red date and longan porridge from the space.
In modern times, Li Jinfeng might not even give a second glance to something, but at this moment, it tasted as delicious as a delicacy.
She was extremely hungry and drank a bowl of porridge. She licked the bottom of the bowl clean, leaving no residue.
Li Jinfeng reluctantly put the bowl into the space and began to treat her wounds.
Grandpa Li Fuming used folk remedies for her, but the weather was so hot that if she wasn't careful, she would get infected or even fester.
Li Jinfeng didn't want her already miserable life to get even more miserable, so she risked being discovered and washed the wound on her forehead with hydrogen peroxide, applied anti-inflammatory lotion, and took anti-inflammatory medicine.
Still wrapping the wound with the yellowed rag, Li Jinfeng found that her whole body was soaked with sweat after doing all this.
I looked up at the window, and it was the same as before, nothing had changed, no one had been there!
Another night passed, and when I woke up again, it was already dawn.
Perhaps it was because the emergency measures taken last night were effective. Although her head still hurt a little today, the wound no longer twitched. In addition, with the bowl of red date porridge, she was no longer woken up by hunger.
After regaining some strength, Li Jinfeng began to look at the body.
He was thin, with not a pound of flesh on his body, even thinner than the Africans she had seen on TV in the 21st century, and his skin was dry and dark.
He was wearing a baggy, yellowish shirt with countless patches on it, and his pants were patched from somewhere, and they were big and baggy.
Li Jinfeng climbed up from the kang with difficulty, opened the door, and heard a mocking voice.
"Hey, the capitalist's eldest daughter is awake? She lay in bed all day yesterday, and she's planning to continue being a young lady at home today?"
It was Li Ailan. It was she who smashed Li Jinfeng's head to pieces yesterday, sending the original owner away from this world.
Li Jinfeng ignored her and went straight to the kitchen in the backyard.
It was breakfast time at this time. After breakfast, everyone in the Li family, young and old, would go to the production team to work.
This period coincided with the summer harvest, which was the busiest time for the team, but also the happiest time for the whole village.
If you do the work, you will get work points.
Work points can be exchanged for food. The villagers have been working for half a year, just waiting for the distribution of food after the summer harvest.
Old Li's family has a large population, and the food in the rice jar has long been insufficient. Even during the most physically demanding summer harvest these days, Zhang Xiulan only prepared clear coarse grain porridge for her family. A bowl of porridge, accompanied by a corn cob smaller than a child's palm, was enough for half a day.
Most people in the production team had to work on an empty stomach. Everyone knew that only by gritting their teeth and working hard to harvest the rice, store the rice in the warehouse, pay the public tax, and distribute the grain to the production team would everyone have food for the second half of the year.
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