"Hurry up and boil the water. It hasn't even been the time it takes for an incense stick to burn since the body was buried, and it's still warm!"
"After being starving for so many days, I can finally taste meat again!"
"Hey! This woman's pretty good-looking. While she's still warm, how about we guys have some fun first?"
"I think you've gone mad! Eating human flesh is for survival, don't you dare do that!"
"I think it's a good idea. I haven't even slept with my new wife yet, and we're already exchanging food. I want to experience what it's like to be with a woman!"
"Hehehe..."
...
The men's lewd words filled her ears, and Lan Jiu frowned unhappily. Who was talking?
Soon, she clearly felt someone coming over and tugging at her clothes. Her alarm bells went off immediately, and without any hesitation, she suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed the restless pig's hand.
"A ghost! Aaaaaah!"
With a scream from the lewd man, a severed little finger fell to the ground.
The other two men, who were fiddling with firewood with their backs to them, turned around when they heard someone scream and yelled, "You fucking play if you want, I called you..."
Before he could finish his curse, he plopped down on the ground, staring wide-eyed at the scene before him, stammering, "A...a zombie?"
The other one didn't say anything, but he wasn't much better off; his pants got wet instantly, and he had a foul, pungent odor emanating from him.
"Go on, keep going."
Lan Jiu looked at them, her eyes filled with murderous intent.
"No...don't come any closer..."
Several men stared at her in horror, screams echoing from the cave. After a while, Lan Jiu emerged from the cave carrying a dirty money bag, the fire behind her growing larger. Such scum should be burned to ashes.
In just a short while, she had figured out the whole story.
She transmigrated and became a peasant woman named He Jiuniang. The men who had just dug her body out of the ground to fill their own stomachs, and when they saw that she was pretty, they had wicked thoughts about her.
She is He Jiuniang now.
Looking up, all I could see was withered and yellow.
Three consecutive years of severe drought killed countless people. The original owner's family ran out of food and had to flee the famine. The journey was arduous, and the original owner starved to death on the road in order to protect his young posthumous child.
He Jiuniang lowered her eyes; the original owner of this body was also a pitiful person.
Perhaps influenced by the original owner's consciousness, the image of the original owner's son being sickly and weak always appears before her eyes, and the original owner wants her to go find her son.
"Sigh," she sighed, "With such a severe drought, I don't even know if I can survive, how am I supposed to raise your son?"
She was unlucky enough to be killed by the person she trusted most, and then she had the chance to travel through time, only to wake up to this desolate scene.
Even if she had extraordinary abilities, she couldn't change natural phenomena.
Even a skilled cook can't cook without rice.
Just as I was thinking this, a bag of rice appeared in front of me, white and dazzling in the sunlight.
He Jiuniang grabbed a handful in shock, confirming it was indeed rice, and couldn't help but look up at the sky.
She said that even a clever cook had no rice, so God gave her rice.
She still wants water!
Next to the bag of rice, a bottle of mineral water immediately appeared, the bottle itself in modern packaging, brand new.
He Jiuniang's eyes widened. Could this be the cheat code for time travel?
With this thing, let alone helping the original owner raise a child, it wouldn't be a problem to support the entire world!
Thinking of the plots in some novels she had read before, He Jiuniang tried to control the situation with her mind while closing her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in another place.
Before her was a bottomless black hole, suspended in mid-air, with all sorts of things floating in the air, which He Jiuniang could reach out and grab with one hand.
"Would you like a bowl of wontons?"
She tried speaking, and instantly a bowl of steaming wontons appeared in her hands.
He Jiuniang was overjoyed. She ate a hearty meal without any ceremony, found a place to prepare herself, and set off with a bundle on her back to find her son.
Although there were many things I didn't have time to do in my previous life, they have become regrets that I can never shake off.
But now that you're using someone else's body, shouldn't you first take care of their family?
In this day and age, only by surviving can one have the mind to think about other things.
He Jiuniang followed the original owner's memories to find her family. The original owner was a widow whose newlywed husband had gone out to work as a镖师 (bodyguard/escort) three years ago and had never returned. Everyone in the village said that he must be dead. The Lu family did not believe it on the surface, but gradually they accepted it.
The Lu family had not split up, and the original owner and her mother still lived with her parents-in-law, brother, and sister-in-law.
After the original owner starved to death, her family gave her a simple burial and then hurriedly continued on their way.
It's a pity that people have died, but shouldn't the living also try their best to escape?
Fortunately, her parents-in-law and brother-in-law were all decent people, so although the original owner had faced difficulties over the years, she was not in dire need of survival.
On the other side, the Lu family had just found an abandoned, dilapidated house to rest in.
The two-year-old child remained unconscious, his thin body reduced to skin and bones, his face sallow and he had a high fever. He was being held in the arms of Mrs. Sun, the wife of the Lu family.
"It's been two days, and there's still no sign of him waking up. Is God trying to take my manhood away too?"
Sun wiped away her tears, hugged the child tightly, and then called over her eldest daughter-in-law, Yu, to ask, "Eldest daughter-in-law, do we still have water?"
Ms. Yu shook her head: "It was gone this morning."
As she spoke, Madam Yu glanced at the child in her mother-in-law's arms and sighed, "Gou'er has been sensible since he was little. Although he hasn't woken up, he knows that his mother is gone. Could it be..."
She realized she had said the wrong thing halfway through her sentence and quickly covered her mouth. Sun glared at her and said, "Pah! Pah! Pah! You jinx! My dog will be fine!"
Gou'er was her youngest son's posthumous child. His father died before he was born, and he was born weak and sickly. She specially gave him a humble name, hoping that he could live a good life. But his mother died last night, and now he is terminally ill. Whether he can wake up is still uncertain. Sun is in excruciating pain.
"It's all my fault, I kept saying such nonsense! Mother, don't worry, Gou'er will definitely get better. Third sister-in-law loves the child, she will definitely protect him!"
After offering a few words of comfort, Madam Yu noticed that her mother-in-law was old and didn't look well. She wanted to help hold the baby, but Madam Sun refused.
Although she complained, Madam Sun knew in her heart that the journey was difficult, and even a strong adult could not last more than a few days, let alone this child who had been weak since childhood.
All she wanted was to hold her poor little grandson a few more times in the little time she had left, hoping he could live a few more days.
"Mother..."
For some reason, the unconscious child slightly opened his eyes, and his thin little hand waved weakly: "Mother is back..."
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