The Transmigrated Farming Girl

There are two stoves in the yard. One is cut with mud, and the hole is smaller, which is used for cooking; The other is made of stone. The hole is bigger. It is usually used for cooking pig food. Of course, it may be used for other times.

"Mother, what do you want me to do?" Zhang Xiaoyu looked at her mother busy in and out and asked in a voice.

"No, just sit by the fire when you are recovering from a serious illness, and add some firewood when the fire is small." Her mother took a basin and chose wild vegetables there. She chose the good ones and the bad ones for the pigs.

Her mother was dressed in a blue coarse cloth, with several patches sewn on it. Although her clothes were old, they were clean and there was a bib around her waist.

Zhang Xiaoyu is sitting by the fire. The fire is burning vigorously, which makes her face red. It's only about 8-9 o'clock in the morning. Although it's summer, it's still chilly, but Zhang Xiaoyu's sitting by the fire is warm.

She already knew that this is a country that did not appear in ancient China, called baisuo country, and the village she lived in is called Baicun.

She didn't know how to go back to modern times, thinking that she had been hit by a car. As a result, she was either lying in bed like a vegetable or was cremated.

"Alas Zhang Xiaoyu sighed again. She would rather live in modern times as a rookie than live a precarious life here.

"Xiaoyu, why do you sigh?" Her mother asked when she heard Zhang Xiaoyu sigh.

"Ah?" Zhang Xiaoyu thought of her mother's question and answered pitifully, "Oh, I'm just thinking about when I can eat. I'm hungry!" Beautiful voice, listen to people are soft.

"It's still early. We can't have dinner until your father and them come back. If you're hungry, I'll make you a cake to eat." Her mother said with concern.

"No, mother. I'll wait for my father and them to come back." Zhang Xiaoyu looks at her mother in front of her and thinks of her parents coming. If she can't go back, how sad they should be. Fortunately, she has a brother who can take care of them, although her brother has no great ability. But I'm good-natured. I won't treat my parents badly.

Alas! Zhang Xiaoyu sighed again in her heart. She rashly occupied other people's body and didn't know anything. Fortunately, she inherited the memory of the original owner, otherwise she didn't know what to do. But I don't know why, the memory of the original owner is intermittent, many memories are fuzzy, maybe it's too young.

This is a small mountain village. There are only 100 families. Although her family is poor, she has not abused them. She has a elder brother and a elder sister. Her elder sister is married.

At noon, her father and brother came back, walking in front carrying hoes, is her father Zhang Daniu, 45 years old, a real farmer. I didn't work because I didn't have a good arm.

The next one with a kettle is her brother, Zhang Xiaoquan, 15 years old. He grew up farming with his father. His skin is black, and occasionally he works with his father to change money for the landlords.

"Dad, are you back?" Zhang Xiaoyu greets her father happily.

"Well, are you better?" His father also asked Zhang Xiaoyu with concern.

"Much better, no more pain."

"Yes." Then her father touched Xiaoyu's head and said nothing. He put down his hoe and went to the stool to sit down.