I don't know if this person is real or fake, it's so funny.
Before Cheng Qingyan could finish laughing, a person came up from the bottom of the hillside.
He was carrying a shoulder pole with a rope tied to the other end, and a machete hung at his waist. He was startled to see Cheng Qingyan and Ye Lingyu, and nearly tripped.
"Cheng, Cheng San, you, how come you're not dead?"
Three? Cheng Qingyan hated the number three more than anything in her life! She immediately cursed, "You're the one who's dead! Even if your whole family were dead, I wouldn't die! You're the one who's the number three, your whole family are the number three!"
Meng Lao Er, who had been inexplicably insulted about his entire family, saw Cheng Qingyan acting out of line again and huffed angrily. Finally, he glared at Cheng Qingyan and Ye Lingyu before quickly leaving.
Ye Lingyu sighed. Cheng Qingyan had offended someone again. Could they still stay in Mengjia Village? Cheng Qingyan had offended almost everyone in the village. With that foul mouth of his, he cursed at everyone he met, and no one, young or old, man or woman, had escaped his wrath.
To put it bluntly, if a passing dog barked, Cheng Qingyan would have been ready to argue with it.
She never expected that Cheng Qingyan wouldn't react immediately, and that Meng Lao Er was calling her Cheng San.
His surname is Cheng, and he is the third son in the Cheng family, hence the name Cheng San.
Ye Lingyu was already used to it and didn't bother with Cheng Qingyan, who was still fuming.
It was already noon. Ever since she confirmed Cheng Qingyan's death in the morning, she had carried his body up the mountain. She hadn't eaten a single grain of rice and was already exhausted from hunger.
The reason she carried Cheng Qingyan to bury him was because Cheng Qingyan had offended everyone, and no one was willing to help him anymore, even if he died.
Looking at the smoke rising from the chimneys below the mountain, Ye Lingyu patted the dust off her clothes and said, "Let's go home."
Since you're not dead, let's go home.
All the way, Cheng Qingyan kept asking Ye Lingyu where they were. She always got the same answer: Mengjia Village, until she finally asked, "Is this some kind of country?"
"We are currently within the territory of Jingchang Kingdom, and this year is the eighth year of Xuanhe. I've never heard of that country you mentioned; it's probably very far away and has never fought against us. Haven't you been in Mengjia Village all this time? How do you know about that country?"
Seeing Ye Lingyu's questioning expression, Cheng Qingyan's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition rose in her heart.
Did she time travel? That can't be that cliché, right?
Cheng Qingyan didn't say a word the whole way until Ye Lingyu brought her back to the village.
The villagers pointed and whispered about her, and she also saw their clothes and the way their houses were built.
It wasn't until this moment that she truly realized she might have time-traveled to a dynasty she had never even heard of.
Despite the villagers avoiding her like the plague, Ye Lingyu brought her to their home.
It can hardly be called a home; perhaps it's just that four walls still stand.
The three mud houses had a hole in the roof and cracks in the walls of one of them.
The worst part is that there isn't even a table in the house, let alone a chair.
As for the bed, forget about it.
No wonder Ye Lingyu picked up that tattered mat when she finally went down the mountain; it turned out that the tattered mat she was wrapped in was probably the most valuable thing in her house.
There were three rooms, two bedrooms, and she and Ye Lingyu each slept on one side.
The so-called bed was just a thick layer of dry grass, with a thin layer of cotton wool on top.
In the middle room, a kettle sits on a small wooden stake, covered with two broken bowls.
There was a bowl, almost half gone, cracked, its shape just like Cheng Qingyan's heart at that moment.
I have never seen such a dilapidated and impoverished home!
The only thing that was intact was the small jar in the corner, with a wooden lid on top.
"Rain, have we always lived here together?"
"After getting married, we've been living here ever since."
Cheng Qingyan looked like a wilted eggplant at this moment. Being poor wasn't the problem; what mattered was how hungry she was! Judging from the appearance, that jar must be a rice jar.
The moment Cheng Qingyan opened the lid, she thought she was seeing things. She closed it, then opened it again, and heard Ye Lingyu's voice.
"Stop looking. This rice jar has been empty for half a year, and we've been without food for three months."
Cheng Qingyan turned around in disbelief: "Then what are we going to eat?"
Originally, if Cheng Qingyan hadn't died today, Ye Lingyu could have gone up the mountain to find some food. But since she was constantly being followed by the resurrected person, Ye Lingyu didn't go up the mountain and came back down.
Now when you ask her what she wants to eat, she doesn't know. She probably just drinks some water and tries to tough it out.
He poured half a bowl of water and handed it to Cheng Qingyan: "Drink this, you won't be hungry anymore once you're full."
Cheng Qingyan: "..."
She refused to believe it; there really were people whose families didn't have any food stored up!
Even in modern times, she would always keep some snacks at home, no matter how bad things got. Even if she stayed home for months without going out, there would still be food at home.
Undeterred, they searched every nook and cranny of the house, but couldn't find a single thing to eat! Forget about mouse holes; they were so poor that even mice wouldn't dig holes in their house.
Oh no, she might be the first time traveler in history to starve to death!
Ye Lingyu had already lay down on the straw mat to rest; she was almost exhausted today. Cheng Qingyan looked thin and weak, but she was surprisingly heavy; it took her several hours to carry her up the mountain.
She is now almost exhausted. She doesn't even have the strength to fetch water, let alone climb mountains to find food.
After searching for a long time without finding anything to eat, Cheng Qingyan was starting to feel anxious from hunger.
Finally, he picked up the half-bowl of water and drank it.
Lying on the bed in her room, she stared at the hole in the roof and thought, "The original owner was still a human being; she didn't let Ye Lingyu stay in this room with the dilapidated roof."
They say there's always a way out, but where is her way out?
Lost in thought, I drifted off to sleep without even realizing it.
Feeling dizzy and disoriented, she felt a thick white fog dissipate before her eyes, and she found herself in a familiar place.
After careful examination, she realized that this was the mysterious space in the homestead game she had been playing.
The space also contained the vegetables, rice, and fruits she had previously grown.
He opened his spatial pouch, took out an apple he had previously stored away, and weighed it in his hand.
She was probably too hungry. Smelling the aroma of the apple in her hand, she couldn't resist taking a bite. It was crisp, sweet, and bursting with juice.
What an amazing apple! I've never tasted an apple this good before!
After wolfing down an apple, his hunger subsided, so he took out another one and ate it while looking at the fields.
The fruits and vegetables in the field were ripe. With just a tap of the collect button next to her backpack, these ripe fruits and vegetables would be collected into her backpack in one click.
Moreover, it automatically stacks, so she doesn't have to worry about categorization at all.
With a full stomach, Cheng Qingyan felt her mood improve. She hummed a little tune as she harvested the ripe fruits and vegetables, and then planted some of the things she liked to eat.
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