Feng Qing was awakened by a gust of cold wind. She rubbed her aching temples, slowly opened her eyes, and looked around. She saw that she was lying in a thatched hut with ventilation on all sides. The walls were mottled and the surrounding was filled with straw and debris.
"Where is this?" Feng Qing narrowed his eyes and carefully recalled what had happened before. She remembered that she was going through a tribulation, and she had survived the previous eight thunders without any danger, although she was also seriously injured.
When the last thunder was about to fall, something seemed to have broken into her formation, and then she fell into darkness, and when she woke up she came here.
A drop of cold liquid dripped onto her face. She reached out to wipe it away and looked up to see a fist-sized hole in the roof. Rain was dripping from the hole. Fortunately, the rain outside was not heavy, otherwise she would have been soaked.
She shook her head and sighed. Now that it had happened, she might as well make the best of it. After all, she was the kind of person who could go with the flow.
I stood up and walked out of the hut, and what I saw was a large, uneven muddy ground covered with puddles of varying sizes.
The village houses are scattered in an orderly manner, with a small river winding through it. In the distance is a green farmland, and villagers in raincoats are busy working in the fields.
"Go to work when you wake up. Don't be lazy, otherwise I will beat you again." A fierce and sharp voice came from Feng Qing's side.
Feng Qing turned her eyes and saw a middle-aged woman wearing a blue flowered shirt, black pants, and with a mean face, staring at her viciously with her triangular eyes. She knew that this woman was the original owner's stepmother, and she had just received all of the original owner's memories.
The original owner, Feng Qing, is eighteen years old this year. Her mother died when she was three years old. Her father married another woman a few months later. She is the woman in front of him, Wang Guixiang.
In the first two years, Wang Guixiang was a little worried, afraid that others would say that she was not good to her stepdaughter. But after giving birth to a son, she no longer treated the original owner as a human being. All the heavy work at home was given to the original owner, and he would beat and scold the original owner if he was not satisfied.
Especially when the original owner was ten years old, he was beaten severely by Wang Guixiang and was in a coma for three days before waking up. It was also because of that time that the original owner had health problems. Although he had no food to eat, his body began to gain weight.
This time the original owner was beaten because he was so hungry that he snatched his brother's steamed bun. Just as he took a bite, he was seen by Wang Guixiang. She picked up the stick at the door and started beating the original owner until he fainted.
Seeing that Feng Qing ignored her, Wang Guixiang got annoyed, "Are you itching for trouble again? Didn't you hear what I said?" She rushed to the door, picked up a stick and hit Feng Qing.
Feng Qing raised her hand and grabbed the falling stick, then twisted it with her backhand and the stick was in her hand. She is not the original owner and will not allow herself to be beaten or scolded.
Wang Guixiang's hands were empty, and she fell backwards, sitting down on the ground with her buttocks. She grimaced in pain, "Ouch! You bastard, it hurts me so much, Ouch! Ouch!"
Feng Qing glanced at Wang Guixiang coldly, threw away the stick in his hand, and walked towards the mountains behind the village.
"Come back here, you bastard, ouch~ it hurts so much~" Wang Guixiang wanted to chase after him, but her butt was so painful that she couldn't get up at all. She could only curse on the ground.
Feng Qing was walking on the ridge of the field, fine raindrops falling on her hair, face, body...but she seemed to feel nothing and didn't care at all.
"Feng girl, where are you going?" Aunt Zhou called out to Feng Qing when she saw her. This girl is so pitiful. She has lost her mother since she was young, and her stepmother is a powerful one.
At first, when the villagers saw Feng Qing being beaten, they would help and say a few words. However, every time they helped Feng Qing, after they left, Wang Guixiang would close the door and beat Feng Qing even harder. Gradually, they dared not to do anything about it.
Feng Qing stopped and looked at Aunt Zhou who was smiling lovingly, "I'm going to the mountains to see if I can dig up some wild vegetables." She hadn't even had a sip of water since she woke up, and now she was hungry and thirsty.
"Is it that your stepmother doesn't give you food again?" Aunt Zhou also heard about what happened yesterday. She reached into her raincoat, took out a sweet potato and stuffed it into Feng Qing's hand, "Feng girl, eat it quickly, don't let your stepmother see it." What a poor child.
Feng Qing glanced at the sweet potato in her hand and smiled at Aunt Zhou, "Thank you!"
"Eat quickly." Aunt Zhou urged with a smile, her eyes full of pity as she looked at Feng Qing. What a nice child!
Feng Qing lowered her head and took a bite of the sweet potato. The sweet potato was already cold and a little difficult to swallow. But now she was really hungry and couldn't care less.
Seeing Feng Qing eating so happily, Aunt Zhou's eyes were full of pity, "It's raining today, and the road is so slippery, you shouldn't go up the mountain."
"It's okay, I'll just take a walk on the mountain. Aunt Zhou, when you go back, don't go to the river." Feng Qing waved to Aunt Zhou and walked towards the mountain.
"This child." Aunt Zhou shook her head and continued to work in the fields.
The forest was filled with the scent of green grass mixed with soil. Feng Qing walked slowly in the mountains. The mountain path was not steep because people often walked on it, but it was a little slippery because of the rain.
Seeing some common herbs on the roadside, Feng Qing walked forward. This world lacks spiritual energy, and the only way for her to practice is to refine pills. But how easy is it to refine pills? Not only does it require a lot of herbs, it also requires money, so the most important thing now is to make money.
When Feng Qing wanted to pick the herbs, she realized that she didn't bring a basket to put them in, and she sighed helplessly. If only she had spiritual energy now, she could open up her own space.
"Help... Help... Is there anyone... Save me..." A cry for help came from the front, the voice was weak and powerless.
Feng Qing went towards the sound and saw an old man in a raincoat lying weakly on the ground, his face pale.
I quickened my pace and walked forward, and saw a small bloodstain on the old man's pants and a belt tied in the middle of his leg. I squatted down and carefully lifted up the old man's trouser leg. As the trouser leg was lifted up, I could see that the old man's calf was swollen all over, and there was a thumb-sized tooth mark on it, with black blood oozing out of it. It was obviously a poisonous snake bite.
Feng Qing frowned. She didn’t have any tools now, so she had no way to save people even if she wanted to.
Seeing the bamboo basket scattered beside the old man, Feng Qing's eyes lit up. He reached out and took a short knife from the medicine basket, and simply disinfected it, "Just bear with it." Given the old man's current condition, it was too late to send him to the hospital.
The old man nodded weakly.
Feng Qing quickly and neatly cut the wound on the old man's leg. Now the only way to save the old man's life is to remove the snake venom as soon as possible.
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