She wanted to stand up and jump a few times to express her excitement, but after a lot of effort, she couldn't stand up. Then she realized this body was extremely weak. A strong sense of hunger came over her, and she guessed the original host might have starved to death.
Oh my god, what a poor little thing!
Feng Chuxiao quickly took out bread from her space and ate it greedily. She almost choked to death and had to quickly take out water and gulp down several large mouthfuls.
Phew, I can't go back so soon after arriving. Even if I did, that body would probably be blown to smithereens.
She muttered while eating, "Transmigration is quite reliable. I knew I could bring my space and supplies to a parallel universe, but Sister Tingting just wouldn't believe me, saying I was daydreaming."
Thinking of Meng Tingting, she couldn't help but tear up. "I brought all the things here. Wouldn't Sister Tingting and the others starve? I wish they could have transmigrated with me..."
Then she couldn't help but start cursing, cursing the person who bombed her. Thinking back, she could guess who it was, as not many people possessed such power.
It should be that leader surnamed Wang from the base, who wanted them to take sides and tried to win them over. Seeing they were unmoved, he decided to kill them directly, fearing they might serve other organizations.
The reason was that their small group's abilities were too strong. In just three years of the apocalypse, they had grown so powerful.
If they couldn't be used for his own purposes, then they would be eliminated.
Feng Chuxiao ate her fill and drank her fill, then let out a heavy sigh. Alas!
She lay back down in her original spot, gazing blankly at the rising sun, and continued to talk to herself, "Poor little thing, it seems you really wanted to leave this world, not even leaving any memories for me."
As she was about to fall asleep, she felt someone approaching. She suddenly opened her eyes but didn't move.
"Chuxiao! Chuxiao, why are you still lying here? Have you finished washing the clothes? If you don't go to work soon, you'll be scolded again."
Feng Chuxiao turned her head to look. The speaker was a girl about fifteen or sixteen years old. This girl looked pampered, plump and fair-skinned, a complete contrast to the original host who was skin and bones.
"Were you just calling me?" Feng Chuxiao asked weakly.
"Who else would I be calling? Feng Chuxiao, are you starving silly?" the plump girl said, taking out half a steamed corn bun from her pocket and handing it to Feng Chuxiao.
Feng Chuxiao suddenly sat up. The original host was also called Feng Chuxiao?
Then she remembered the era novel about the true and false daughters she had read before she died. Could she have transmigrated into that book?
She also remembered that the book said the true daughter, Feng Chuxiao, lived in Wangjia Village, Qinghe Commune until she was seventeen.
So the original host should be around fifteen or sixteen years old now.
She quickly asked, "Is this Qinghe Commune? Is this Wangjia Village?"
This time, the plump girl didn't answer her immediately. Instead, she examined her carefully for a while and then stepped forward to feel her forehead.
Feng Chuxiao suppressed the urge to lash out and sat there motionlessly.
"Your forehead is so hot, do you have a fever? No wonder you're asking the obvious, you must be delirious from the fever."
Feng Chuxiao got the answer she wanted, but she thought about the upcoming problem. She didn't have the original host's memories and didn't know the girl's name, making it too easy to slip up. She had a sudden idea and then fainted.
"Chuxiao! Chuxiao!"
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When Feng Chuxiao woke up again, she found herself lying in a dark kitchen. Although it wasn't the floor beneath her, it was definitely not a bed.
She slowly sat up and saw what was beneath her. It was a woodpile, with a thin quilt spread on top. It could be called a quilt, as it was so tattered that its original appearance was unrecognizable.
This family is truly inhumane, not even letting the original host sleep in a proper bed before she died. I'm not going to be so accommodating. No matter how long I stay here, I don't want to sleep in this place.
What should I do? She remembered Brother Tong saying she should learn Sister Tingting's assertiveness and A Yan's cunning.
If it were A Yan and Sister Tingting, what would they do?
Listening to the commotion outside, she knew there were many people outside the main door. Now she knew what to do.
Feng Chuxiao stood at the kitchen doorway, took out a lighter from her space, and gently pressed the switch. A flame hissed out. She gave a sweet smile and threw the lighter onto the woodpile.
The lighter ignited the firewood, igniting the quilt she had just slept on. The flames then slowly spread. Only when her skin felt the heat did she turn and leave the kitchen. By then, people outside had also noticed the smoke rising from here.
"Old Woman Feng, did your kitchen catch fire?"
"It looks like it."
"What are you waiting for? Hurry and put out the fire!" someone urged.
"Chuxiao is still inside. Could it be that Chuxiao woke up and started a fire to cook?"
"Cook what? We've already eaten their food. Feng Laoda's wife was afraid Chuxiao would steal food, so she never let Chuxiao cook!"
Then someone saw Feng Chuxiao stumbling out of the kitchen, gasping for breath. They then saw flames suddenly shoot out from the kitchen doorway. Now they were sure, the kitchen had indeed caught fire.
Old Woman Feng was so scared she fell to the ground, but no one paid attention to her now. They all rushed to put out the fire.
Feng Chuxiao took advantage of the chaos to enter the main hall and quickly searched all the rooms, finding some money and ration coupons. She also put more than half of the grain into her space. She left some because she also needed to eat.
Poor little thing, sister has used your body. As a token of gratitude, I will help you get revenge.
Feng Chuxiao stood at the main door, watching the people still fighting the fire. She shook her head and sighed. Even if the fire was put out, the kitchen couldn't be saved, but preventing it from spreading was still a worthwhile effort.
Seeing that everyone had stopped, she began to walk out.
"Chuxiao, where are you going?"
"You were dizzy from the fever just now, so you don't need to go to work today." someone said sympathetically.
Old Woman Feng looked at the kitchen, which was reduced to just earthen walls, and cried her eyes out.
She trembled and pointed at Feng Chuxiao, cursing, "You damned wretch! How could you set a fire? You're utterly heartless!"
Feng Chuxiao looked at her blankly and said weakly, "Old woman, are you scolding me? But I don't even know you."
She then looked at the group of women who were fighting the fire. "Do you know who I am? Whose daughter am I? Why am I in this family's kitchen?"
The women, panting from exhaustion, exchanged glances and then looked at Feng Chuxiao in unison.
"Chuxiao, you really don't know where you are or who you are?"
"What happened to Chuxiao? Did she go crazy?"
"She must have gone crazy from the fever. When the Brigade Leader's daughter brought her back, she said she had a high fever, but the Feng family didn't even care and just threw her onto the woodpile and ignored her." The speaker was an old neighbor of the Feng family, who had seen the whole process of Feng Chuxiao being brought back and then thrown into the kitchen.
"Oh, Feng Laoda's wife went to the river to find clothes. When she left, she cursed Chuxiao to wash the clothes and then lost them."
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