In the outer main room, the whole family was sitting together eating.
In front of each person was a bowl of wild vegetable black flour porridge, and in the middle of the table was half a bowl of dried radish.
Zhou Shi stirred the mush in her bowl with her chopsticks, sighed, and said resentfully, “She even managed to fall while digging wild vegetables in the mountains. It wouldn’t matter if she fell, but she’s carrying a child. Seven days of medicine already cost more than three hundred copper coins. She’s simply a spendthrift woman.”
She continued, “Who knows if this one is a boy. If it’s another girl, I might as well not have bought the medicine.”
Beside her, Gu Qishan only kept his head down and ate, not saying a word.
It was Gu Wan’er who couldn’t bear to listen anymore. She said, “Mother, it was an accident. Sister-in-law suffered too. She didn’t want to fall either. You should say less.”
Zhou Shi immediately became unhappy. “You girl, why do you always take outsiders’ side?”
She went on, “What’s wrong with me saying a few words? Do you think money is easy to earn? She’s delicate all day long. Your brother won’t even let her work in the fields. How would she know how hard it is to make money?”
“Sister-in-law can’t earn money, but isn’t all the money Big Brother earns given to you?” Gu Wan’er retorted.
Zhou Shi glared at her daughter but finally said nothing more.
There was no way around it—her own daughter always sided with others.
In the inner room, Li Xingyue heard the entire conversation between the mother and daughter clearly.
From the original host’s memories, this mother-in-law truly didn’t like her very much.
Zhou Shi herself had a weak personality. Moreover, her son cherished his wife, so Zhou Shi didn’t dare treat her daughter-in-law too harshly on the surface.
But the current Li Xingyue was not as gentle as the original host. Thinking that the old woman actually disliked her, Li Xingyue gritted her teeth in anger.
Unfortunately, her current body needed rest. For the time being, she couldn’t do anything.
Gu Wan’er came in again to take away the bowls and chopsticks, telling Li Xingyue to rest early.
Through the narrow window, Li Xingyue looked outside. The sky was gradually darkening.
Suddenly, a “whimpering” sound came from under the bed. The sound felt extremely familiar. When she lowered her head, she saw a fluffy bundle under the bed.
It was her little poodle from her previous life. She hadn’t expected the dog to transmigrate with her.
Li Xingyue remembered that around nine o’clock last night, she had been sitting on the living room sofa playing a farm game on her phone. The little poodle had been lying against her feet.
While she was playing, she inexplicably transmigrated here.
“Little poodle, you came too. Did you miss your big sister?” Li Xingyue said as she reached out to stroke the dog’s head.
The little poodle responded with soft whimpers.
Yan’er, seeing such a cute dog, asked curiously, “Mother, where did this dog come from?”
Li Xingyue also thought of this question. She had to give the dog a background.
She decided to say she had rescued the puppy in the mountains today.
She had read so many web novels in her previous life. Most transmigrations came with a spatial storage or a spiritual spring. Could it be that she didn’t have one?
In her heart, Li Xingyue silently called, “Space… are you there?”
“System, are you there?”
The only reply was the dog’s whimpering.
Her whole body hurt, and she had no energy, so she let Yan’er bring the poodle onto the bed. The two of them and the dog slept together.
She didn’t know how long she slept. In her hazy state, Li Xingyue seemed to see a patch of white light.
When she opened her eyes, there really was a mass of white, mist-like light before her. From afar, it looked as if there was a farm inside the glowing mist.
Her mind instantly cleared. Could this be her space?
She forced herself out of bed and walked toward the glowing light…
In just an instant, she was standing inside a farm. The farm was not big. In the distance was a small mountain. Halfway up the mountain was a spring. It was very small, dripping slowly.
At the foot of the mountain were three plots of land, each about one mu. One grew Chinese cabbage, one carrots, and one potatoes.
Near the foot of the mountain was a small pasture with only twenty chickens and twenty rabbits.
Beside the pasture stood a two-story wooden house of more than two hundred square meters. One corner of the house held farm tools—shovels, hoes, machetes, sickles, and plows. Another corner had more than ten bamboo baskets and several sacks of corn and grain to feed the animals.
On the other side were harvested cabbages, carrots, and potatoes. The food was not much—only a few hundred jin of each.
Everything felt very familiar. Suddenly, Li Xingyue’s eyes lit up. Wasn’t this the mobile farm game she had been playing before transmigrating?
Could it be that the farm game had transmigrated with her?
That would be wonderful. With this farm, how could she still worry about starving in this poor ancient world?
If the farm could keep upgrading, she could just lie back and live comfortably in this new world.
The wishes she couldn’t realize in her previous life might be fulfilled after transmigrating. Such transmigration wasn’t bad after all.
Li Xingyue forced herself to feed the chickens some corn and the rabbits some carrots.
She also took a carrot, washed it at the spring, and ate it.
She had no choice. She had eaten less than half a bowl of wild vegetable porridge in the past day and night. She felt extremely weak.
The carrot was from her previous life’s variety—big, round, crisp, and sweet.
After finishing one carrot, she scooped up some spring water and drank it.
The water was sweet and refreshing. Instantly, she felt much better.
She was overjoyed. Could the spring in this farm heal the body?
Would the vegetables grown here be healthier? Would the chickens and rabbits taste better?
She made up her mind to come every day to eat fruits and vegetables and drink the spring water. Her body would surely recover faster.
Thinking of the bowl of wild vegetable porridge she had drunk at night, she wondered whether to take some food out.
But if she suddenly brought out grain, how would she explain it to her family?
In the end, she only took five carrots before leaving the space.
The carrots were huge. In her previous life, one carrot plus some lean meat would make a full dish.
Early the next morning, while still half asleep, she heard Zhou Shi and Gu Qishan talking. She complained inwardly that the old couple woke up very early.
She heard Zhou Shi say, “Old man, Xiao’er has been gone for two months. I wonder where he went this time.”
“Worry less,” Gu Qishan’s dull voice replied. “I’ll loosen the soil at the foot of the mountain again. In a few days, we’ll plant millet.”
Then came the sound of moving farm tools. After a while, Gu Qishan asked, “Old woman, do we still have some beans at home?”
“Less than one liter. We could cook them, but it’s too little,” Zhou Shi muttered.
“The small plot beside the wheat field in the west—I already turned it over yesterday. Today, take those beans and plant them. By June or July, we’ll at least have some to harvest,” Gu Qishan said, picking up his tools.
Zhou Shi replied, “Alright. I’ll wake Wan’er to cook. I’ll plant the beans later.”
Gu Qishan grunted and left carrying the tools.
The “Xiao’er” Zhou Shi mentioned was Li Xingyue’s current husband. After the New Year, Gu Mingxiao had left, and it had already been two months.
Li Xingyue tried to recall his appearance in her mind, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t seem to remember it.