Chapter 3 Arrived
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Last night, lying comfortably in bed watching Crossing, without any signs, woke up overnight, and found that she had already joined the Crossing Army, now one of them.
But everywhere the eye can see are simply mud-plastered walls, which would crumble at the touch of a finger. The old wooden door would collapse with a slight push. On the windows, there were already faded window flowers, and several places had peeled off.
Where is this place, I'm completely confused. Because there's not a single person around her, she wants to cross over to the rich people's house. Now she's penniless and white, probably can't even support herself.
Helpless, she shook her head, what could she do? This place was in shambles. The family was really too poor.
Whatever, it's all the same anyway, wherever you go there's still only one person, what's the difference, especially for her.
Turn over the quilt that is still clean on my body, get out of bed and put on a pair of tattered cloth shoes. The birds' chirping outside the house sounds pleasant to listen to.
There are two rooms in total, with the inner room having a small wooden cabinet against the wall beside the bed. The cabinet only contains a few clothes, all of which are coarse but durable. The collars, cuffs and hems of the clothes have simple floral patterns embroidered on them.
Tried it on and barely fit, the clothes are for a 10-year-old kid, which means she's now a little girl, not sure if this is a gain or not.
Outside was placed a wooden table, with a black earthenware teapot in the center. The lid was lifted and inside was tea water, next to it was a black-lacquered wide-mouthed tea bowl of the same color.
It looked clean enough, so I picked it up and took a few big gulps directly from the bottle. The coolness was refreshing, sweet and silky, invigorating my whole body.
Sitting on the wooden bench, looking around the small two-room house, which was dilapidated. One bedroom and one dining room with a kitchenette. There were only clothes for one person in the closet, it seemed like only one person lived here. Ah, how pitiful, living alone without parents by her side. Probably just like her previous life, she's an orphan. But still, I feel sorry for this little girl, she's had a much tougher life than me.
A dull ache has been spreading across my forehead since I woke up, like a scab that's just formed. When I gently touch it, I wrinkle my brow and don't want to touch it again.
Pushing open the only door in the house, outside was a large forest, with a withered yellow landscape, and occasionally a few evergreen trees. Looking around, there wasn't a single house, just these two rooms, not even a wall surrounding this poor family's home. After looking around, she estimated that they were still on a mountain, and she was speechless.
She sat stupidly on the threshold, unaware of how long she had passed, until the sun set in the west. She reluctantly got up, with a cold wind blowing into her collar, making her shiver, and her stomach growling with hunger, sighing helplessly.
She always had to find something to eat first, and looking at this thin arm, how much strength could it have.
Some people weakly shook their heads and sighed.
From the wood piled up against the wall outside the house, a few small withered branches were pulled out to make firewood, and a pot of hot water was boiled for a thorough wash.
"Ouch" accidentally touched the wound, and it was another piercing pain. Gently touching it, there was still a considerable swelling around it.
It was probably this reason that caused the original host's death. Zhi Xiao thought to himself, wondering if he could still return after making another big mistake.
Splash dirty water on the outer wall corner and turn back into the house.
She poured some clean water from the water tank into the pot, grabbed a handful of corn kernels she had just found and another handful of millet to cook porridge. There was porridge but no dishes, and she started worrying again.
After turning around twice, she finally found the pickled vegetables in a few jars in the corner and discovered a piece of meat in another jar. Excited, she jumped up and down, feeling somewhat comforted. She picked up the meat, looked around, took a few steps forward, grabbed a knife, and cut off about ten thin slices along the grain. Half was left, so she covered the jar again to continue pickling it for her to eat tomorrow.
Take a look at the pot of porridge, stir it a few times, extinguish two pieces of firewood, and let the porridge simmer on low heat.
She came out and searched around the forest, occasionally a few mountain chickens would appear from the woods, but she couldn't catch them. As soon as she ran up a couple of steps, these agile guys would slip away in an instant, leaving no trace behind. Her hungry stomach growled with pain.
Finally, I saw a greenish hue by the river, and it looked like some wild vegetables. Upon closer inspection, I found that there were indeed some shepherd's purse growing among the weeds, all of which were growing on the sunny side of rocks, showing great vitality. The leaves were facing upwards, fluttering in the wind, looking exceptionally fresh.
Knowing that the eyes are shining, and also found shepherd's purse inside. Shepherd's purse stir-fry is fragrant and dry, it was often made to eat in the past, now without fragrance, can be stir-fried with garlic paste, which is even better. Allium chinense can be cooked together with meat pieces at home to make a soup, these two paired together are the most delicious, for the growling stomach, it's also an irresistible temptation.
Although I don't know what dynasty it is now, nor where this place is, it seems not bad to gaze out at the whole forest from afar. It's so vast. Let's just say there's wine in the mountains and get drunk in the mountains.
Humming a tune, quickened my pace back to the house, on the stove in the pot can already smell the faint corn fragrance, opened the lid, stirred with a spoon, a bit thick, and added another bowl of water, then added more fire should be about right.
Chop the cleaned shepherd's purse into segments, add sliced meat, a little water and salt, cook into a soup, scoop it up with a spoon and put it in a bowl. Finally stir-fry some celery, no oil was added, garlic wasn't found, just added a bit of salt, boiled in water and it was done. Two dishes, a big bowl of congee were served.
Knowing excitement, she picked up her chopsticks, this was the first meal she made in ancient times. She took a bite of the shepherd's purse, and drank a mouthful of soup, fresh, too fresh, opened her mouth, looking at the three coarse ceramic bowls in front of her, this was an affirmation of her own labor achievements.
No time to look again, the feeling of hunger came wave after wave, picked up chopsticks and started eating big mouthfuls.
In the end, there was still half left, and with a patted and bulging little belly, I could only sigh that it would have to wait until next meal.
Lying in bed at night, knowing that this is a dilapidated house, thinking about life before crossing over, I was just living for myself, studying and working hard. Now, more than ten years have passed since I was young, and after crossing over again, I'm still living alone, with a bitter smile on my lips.
Thinking sideways, sighed, there's no difference, anyway, it's all one person, eating full and not hungry, suddenly earning ten years younger is still earned.
The next day, she woke up and got out of bed immediately to start looking for money. In every era, this money was the most important thing. She had a lot of things to buy: some household items to add to her home, a fence outside to prevent wild beasts from entering. But first, she needed to buy some grain. Yesterday, she only found one bag of corn and half a bag of rice, which would be gone in just over a month. She didn't know what the situation was like outside or if prices were expensive.
Money, money, money, knowing that the two big eyes are wide open, turning over and searching everywhere, in the cabinets of the two rooms, under the pillows, under the bed, all the places where money can be hidden have been searched, but not a single copper coin has been found.
Furrowing her brow and frowning, she had thoroughly searched every nook and cranny of this place. Wait, ancient times? Who says it must be ancient times? This place is isolated from the world; perhaps outside lies a modern society full of flowers and greenery. Or maybe it's just an exchange of souls. Maybe the clothes in the wardrobe aren't embroidered with flowers, but rather pieced together with similar fabrics. As for the style of the clothing, she didn't dare think too deeply about it. Right now, her top priority was to numb herself first. Since waking up yesterday, her head had still been spinning dizzily.
"Right, I'll go take a look outside the woods first, if it's... haha..."
She suddenly looks ten years younger and I was really taken in by her.
Laughing quickly heated up last night's leftover dishes, after eating, brought a machete to defend himself and went down the mountain.
Arriving at the foot of the mountain, looking up, I found that the mountain house was built on a flat piece of land halfway up the mountain, not far from the village at the foot of the mountain.
Walking alone along the periphery of a long strip of bamboo forest, overlooking the scenery around the distant mountain village, with a few wisps of smoke rising from several rooftops, and patches of lush green winter wheat in the fields, full of vitality.
This is the countryside, I've taken a good look around. The air here is actually quite good, exceptionally fresh.
Continue along the big road from the field path to the village entrance, knowing that you want to enter the city, with a hint of not crossing over and still hoping in the original time and space.
But when she saw an old man walking from afar, driving a cow cart with a load of goods on it, her hopes were thoroughly shattered and brought back to reality.
All I saw was that the man wore a coarse linen overcoat, coarse linen shoes, with long hair tied up in a bun on his head, and behind him, an ox pulled a cart of goods, walking slowly along the road. Which modern person would dress like this?
Alas, knowing that he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, with a profound gaze, looked at the first ancient person in front of him, then withdrew his gaze and continued walking forward.