He Shiyi searched through the main room.
She couldn’t find a single decent change of clothes.
A twenty-one-year-old young woman worked hard every day, yet didn’t even have a spare set of clothes to change into.
He Shiyi felt heartache for her past life.
In her previous life, she had given so much to the He family, yet no one had ever cared about her.
When she didn’t come home late at night, no one went out looking for her.
Clothes she had been reluctant to wear in her past life—her grandmother gave them away just because she said so.
The more He Shiyi thought about it, the angrier she became.
Her rage burned fiercely as she argued sharply with Madam He.
“What? The root of your Li family? Then why don’t you go live with your Li family’s roots? Why don’t you let your Li family serve you? Why do you keep relying on the He family and make a worthless girl serve you? What kind of logic is that?”
“This damn girl is possessed…”
Madam He trembled in fear.
She pulled the quilt over herself, wrapping tightly.
Grandmother and granddaughter argued loudly in the main room.
Yet not a single person from the east or west rooms came out to look.
He Shiyi rummaged around in the main room for a long time and found a torn bedsheet.
She blew out the kerosene lamp.
In the darkness, she took off her soaking wet clothes and put them on the mat.
She wrapped her golden-proportioned body with the torn sheet.
Then she carried the wet clothes and went outside.
There was a clothesline tied to a tree outside the door.
He Shiyi wrung out the water from her jacket, pants, and underwear, and hung them one by one on the line.
“69 Book Bar”
“What’s this?”
Under the moonlight, He Shiyi held a long strip of cloth, confused.
After thinking for a long time, she suddenly realized.
In her past life, there were no bras, no undergarments.
Only cloth strips used to bind down her proud chest.
“Ah… what a miserable life.”
He Shiyi hung the cloth strip on the line and turned back toward the house.
“Ah!”
In the pitch-dark room, a pair of bright eyes rolled around near the floor bedding.
They looked eerie and mysterious.
He Shiyi jumped in fright, but quickly calmed down.
She reached out to touch those rolling eyes.
Soon she adapted to the darkness.
It was a black Rottweiler. It was so black it blended into the night.
In the 21st century, He Shiyi had raised a black dog just like this, named Hunhun.
Hunhun was very obedient, but had a donkey-like stubborn temper.
If the leash slipped, he would immediately cause trouble.
Hunhun loved fighting with other male dogs, and loved flirting with female dogs.
Her apartment complex didn’t allow large dogs.
He Shiyi had no choice but to send Hunhun to a countryside villa, asking her grandmother to help look after him.
But her grandmother lost track of him once, and Hunhun ran off with the leash—and never came back.
[The He family is so poor they eat bran and wild vegetables, yet they raised a Rottweiler?]
[That’s not right! There were no Rottweilers in the 1970s.]
[Strange. Where did this dog come from? It looks well-fed, not like something a poor family would raise.]
[It’s about the same size as my Hunhun, and looks like him too.]
He Shiyi hugged the black dog, feeling from head to tail.
She estimated it weighed forty to fifty pounds.
“You’re as black as my Hunhun, and about the same size. If you were Hunhun, then in this strange world, I wouldn’t feel so lonely.”
“Woof! Woof!”
The black dog barked loudly and whined while rubbing against her face.
It had just traveled from the 21st century and woke up in a completely unfamiliar environment.
Now it rolled its eyes around looking everywhere.
Then someone who looked exactly like its 21st-century owner came over and petted it, calling “Hunhun, Hunhun.”
Hunhun wagged his tail and twisted his body excitedly.
[My owner! My owner!]
The black dog really was Hunhun, who had crossed over into the 1970s with He Shiyi.
From the east room came the angry shout of He Shiyi’s father from her previous life, He Zhu.
“Where did this stray dog come from? If it keeps disturbing my sleep, I’ll kill it and eat dog meat!”
Hunhun’s donkey-like temper instantly flared up.
He barked wildly at the rag curtain of the east room.
“Woof! Woof!”
“Keep barking and I’ll beat you to death, you beast!”
He Zhu was enraged by the barking.
He climbed off his wife Lu Guihua, put on his shorts, and jumped off the bed like a madman.
He grabbed a shovel from inside and rushed into the main room.
It was dark. He hadn’t yet seen where the dog was.
But the dog saw him first.
With a howl, Hunhun pounced on He Zhu.
His four strong paws scratched and clawed at him like digging.
“My mother—!”
He Zhu screamed and shook Hunhun off, scrambling back into the east room in panic.
In the darkness, He Shiyi was stunned.
“You’re really fearless, just like Hunhun.”
Suddenly she gasped softly.
“You… you even have the same leash as Hunhun! Could you really be Hunhun?”
“Whimper…”
Hunhun curled into He Shiyi’s arms, whimpering and crying.
He Shiyi cried in joy. “You… you really are Hunhun?”
“Woof…”
With tears in his eyes, Hunhun licked her face enthusiastically.
Overjoyed, He Shiyi hugged him and murmured softly.
“My Hunhun came through with me too. That dog system still has some conscience.”
With Hunhun beside her in this unfamiliar world, her heart filled with warmth and comfort.
She told Hunhun to jump onto the floor bedding and fell asleep hugging him.
In the second half of the night, she felt tiny bugs crawling all over her body.
It was so itchy she couldn’t sleep. When she touched beside her, Hunhun was gone.
“Hunhun…”
Crunch, crunch, crunch…
Hunhun was sleeping under the big tree outside the door.
Fleas had covered both He Shiyi and Hunhun.
Hunhun was biting at fleas irritably.
“Ah… what a miserable life.”
“Whimper…”
“I know. Tomorrow morning I’ll go to the market. Even if I buy nothing else, I’ll buy flea medicine.”
…
“Dad, where did this dog come from? Let’s kill it and eat dog meat!”
“Big brother, I want dog meat, and dog meat soup! Hurry up and kill it and tell little sister to cook it!”
“Zhu, this dog is fat. Our family can’t finish it in one day—it’ll spoil. Kill it quickly and send some to your uncle’s family.”
“Husband, here’s the rope. Tie the dog, hang it from the tree, and I’ll skin it.”
Early in the morning, He Shiyi had just fallen asleep.
She was awakened by excited voices one after another.
She jumped up from the floor bedding.
Grabbing a shovel from the main room, wrapped in the torn sheet, she rushed outside.
“Whoever dares kill my dog, I’ll smash them to death with this shovel!”
Hunhun, who had been running around the house escaping capture, heard her voice.
Dragging the 21st-century leash, he kicked He Zhu down and darted behind He Shiyi.
He Zhu got up, spitting mud from his mouth, and rushed forward holding the rope.
“Daughter, catch it! Catch it!”
“If you take one more step forward, I’ll smash you to death.”
He Shiyi raised the shovel toward He Zhu.
He Zhu’s scalp tingled in fear, and he backed away repeatedly.
“Girl, are you crazy? For a dog, you’d kill your own father?”
Memories from her past life flashed in He Shiyi’s mind.
The whole family once ate braised pork given by the hooligan Wu Fengshou, and unanimously agreed to marry her off to him.
He Shiyi swung the shovel, furious.
“Bullshit father! You sold your daughter for a bowl of braised pork! What’s the point of keeping a father like that? So he can ruin my whole life?”
“Damn girl! Before, every dog you raised was slaughtered for meat. Why can’t we eat this one? Give me the shovel!”
Lu Guihua stepped forward to grab the shovel from He Shiyi.
Memories from her past life flashed again.
She was so angry her lungs felt like they would explode.
She thrust the shovel blade toward Lu Guihua’s stomach.