Fang Jing thought about some things and things in his previous life, and he didn't know how to go in the future, he was a little confused, whether to stay in Fangjia Village or what, he didn't have a clue at all.

"Little sister, what is your dream?" Fang Jing learned such a sentence from some variety shows in her previous life, Fang Jing didn't want to hear any tragic life stories made up by Xiaomei, although Xiaomei and herself were really miserable enough.

"I want to have food every day, not to go hungry, and to have my brother there every day." This sentence echoed in the night.

Fang Jing listened to the little sister's sincere answer, and the grief in her heart increased point by point, as long as she had a full meal, such a simple and practical thing could not be done in the past, and now she has finally been able to eat enough in the past few days, and she has clothes and shoes to wear, and the little sister doesn't want to go back to the old days. From the death of her father in battle, the death of her grandmother, the illness and hardship of her mother, and then to her death, the ghost doesn't know what she has experienced this year, and even the current Fang Jing can't imagine how many days and nights the little girl has spent in silent crying in the days she has experienced.

"Little sister, don't worry, my brother won't leave you in the future, where you are, my brother is there." Fang Jing gently hugged the little sister in her arms, hoping to use the only little temperature to dispel the unspeakable coldness in the little person's heart.

"Little sister, in the future, I will take you to eat more delicious food, wear better clothes, and take my little sister to see the most beautiful scenery." Fang Jing thought in her heart that if she had the conditions in the future, she would definitely take her little sister to all corners of Datang to take a look and eat all the delicacies in the world, maybe there were not many delicacies to eat in Datang at the moment, but she would make it herself.

"Brother, is there anything more delicious?" Fang Yuan asked his brother softly, thinking that the most delicious thing in the world was the food cooked by his brother.

"Little sister, this world is very big, so big that you can't imagine it, there are always some things we haven't seen and eaten, and my brother will take you to eat when the time comes." Fang Jing didn't know what to eat in this era, but she didn't think there would be too much, but there would always be.

"Well, wherever my brother goes, I'll go." The villain only has his brother and food in his heart, and nothing else matters, a very simple and practical answer makes Fang Jing's heart warm.

Fang Jing listened to Xiaomei's reply quietly, and had a plan, and he must take Xiaomei out of the village when he has the conditions in the future, hoping that Xiaomei will grow up happily and fully, and establish a good outlook on life, worldview and values.

"Little sister, tell me about my grandparents, after my brother fell from a tree, he forgot a lot of things before." Fang Jing wanted to know more about some of the previous things, hoping to know something from Xiaomei's mouth.

"Brother, you didn't break it, are you?" Fang Yuan hugged Fang Jing very nervously, hoping that his brother would be fine.

"Little sister, don't worry, my brother is fine, his health is fine, but he forgot a lot of things before." Fang Jing deceived her little sister with white lies.

In this way, under the whispering of the little sister, Fang Jing had a general understanding of her family, and also had a little understanding of the villagers in the village, at least from the perspective of Fang Yuan's understanding, it would be different from her own.

Fang Jing listened quietly, calmly analyzed in his heart, the village is still very united and harmonious, there are no bad people and things among the villagers, mainly Fangjia Village moved from the north to Fangjia Village a hundred years ago, and slowly formed the current scale, and the villagers are more or less related to each other, although they are poor, but at least they are harmonious. The neighbors and villagers will always help each other, no matter how big it is, it is much better than Fang Jing's previous life.

As time passed, Fang Yuan fell asleep, and Fang Jing also fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know how much time has passed, Fang Jing came to an empty place in her dream, all eyes are white, there is no other color, Fang Jing doesn't know what place this is, and he doesn't know where this is. Shouted, "Is anyone there?" What he got was endless emptiness, no one told Fang Jing where this was, and no one suddenly appeared in front of Fang Jing's eyes.

Fang Jing walked forward, there was a dozen miles away, the surroundings were still white, no one was silent, no sound, quiet and scary, Fang Jing shouted, hoping to get a response, but still no one answered, Fang Jing had to continue to walk forward, I don't know how long it took to walk, maybe an hour, maybe a day, maybe a year.

Fang Jing had already been numb, he had already been numb to this piece of white, if someone would see Fang Jing, they would know that Fang Jing's eyes only had the whites of their eyes, no pupils, and they were already blind.

I don't know how long it took, there was a pool on the way forward for Fang Jing, the pool was filled with an unknown liquid, light blue with a little gold in it, it was very beautiful.

Fang Jing continued to move forward sluggishly, stepped into the pool one step, and fell into the pool water, the pool water choked Fang Jing, Fang Jing struggled, struggled, struggled, until the pool was calm.

A minute passed, an hour, a day, a year, a hundred years, and suddenly a white hand stretched out from the calm water of the pool, and a figure suddenly jumped out of the water, opened his eyelids, his eyes were misty, and a fine light looked into the distance. Leaping out of the pool was Fang Jing, who was silent in the pool.

Fang Jing looked into the distance, the confusion in her heart was even worse, unknown space, unknown time, unknown self, everything was unknown.

"Immortals? Guan yin? Jade emperor? Tathagata? What the hell is this? Somewhere, get me out. Fang Jing shouted into the empty sky.

The old banyan tree at the entrance of Fangjia Village welcomes the rising sun, and the birds that have been hungry all night fly out of the nest in search of food to feed the young birds and fill their stomachs. Fangjia Village ushered in another sunny morning, and some villagers had already gotten up and opened the doors of their houses to prepare for the day's work.

As the sun rises, the originally quiet village also comes alive, with the cries of children, the cries of adults, and the crowing of roosters.

Fang Dayong took the family to the open space in front of Fang Jing's house, watched the door of Fang Jing's house close, and called out to Fang Jing loudly.

"Jing Wazi, are you up?" Aunt Xiu faced the window of Fang Jing's house.

Fang Jing listened to the shouting outside, and suddenly sat up from the bed, Fang Yuan also opened his eyes at this time, looked at his brother who was in a daze, got out of bed and put on his shoes by himself, and ran to open the door, Fang Jing only woke up from his sluggish state at this time, and saw that his little sister was already looking at him at the door.

"Little sister, Aunt Xiu, are they here?" Fang Jing came back to her senses from last night's dream and asked the little girl at the door.

"Brother, Aunt Xiu, they're here." Fang Yuan responded to his brother's question, and also picked up Fang Jing's shoes for Fang Jing and handed them to Fang Jing.

"Thank you, little sister, I'll come by myself, you can get some water from the bowl." After Fang Jing put on her shoes, she hurriedly got up and walked out the door.

"Uncle Xiu, Aunt Xiu, Grandma, you are here, then I'll move things out first." Fang Jing was busy moving the table cloth or something out and putting it in front of the open space.

"Jing Wazi, why did you oversleep today? I was too tired last night, don't be tired today, rest more. Aunt Xiu looked at Fang Jing and got up late today, and asked Fang Jing with concern.

"Aunt Xiu, it's okay, it's just that I talked to my little sister late last night, and I overslept this morning." Fang Jing returned to Aunt Xiu truthfully, while going to the stove to pick up some dandelions, washed them and gave them to the little sister, and the two of them chewed and cleaned their teeth and mouths like this.

Fang Jing thought about whether yesterday's pangolin had come back, or where he was hiding nearby, and he couldn't see the shadow after looking for it, it was estimated that he had really run away, Fang Jing was also casual, just run, it was not good to eat if he wanted to, the main thing was trouble.

Fang Jing saw that Fang Dayong's family was busy, and knew that he couldn't help anything now, so he went to the main house to poke a hole in the roe deer meat with bamboo strips, and hung it on the wall of the house with hemp rope to dry.

Carrying yesterday's rabbit to the ditch to deal with it, Fang Jing wanted to make a yam stew rabbit today, thinking that it should be good, and after processing the rabbit, he began to prepare other materials.

Fang Yuan watched his brother busy in and out, and also wanted to help his brother, and after seeing that his brother was preparing to wash rice and cook, he entered the stove room and started to make a fire.

Fang Jing scooped up the rice and returned to the stove to see that the little sister had already started a fire, and put the clay pot on it.

"Little sister, you go play, you don't need to help my brother here, my brother can do it alone, I don't want my little sister to become a fire girl." Fang Jing took the little sister's firewood and urged Fang Yuan to play with her little friend.

Fang Jing burned the fire to cook, looking at the flame in the stove, but his heart was not calm, was last night's dream real or unreal? It's not real to think about, but why did the body become so white? Why does it feel so real? Is there really any god in this world? White Yujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor, the immortals touch my top, and I will be immortal! The first few lines of Li Bai's poem made Fang Jing's heart indescribable!

Fang Jing's hope is true, because it is already an unscientific thing for his soul to penetrate the Tang Dynasty, then it is not difficult to understand that there are immortals in this world, and only immortals can let Fang Jing's soul wear the Tang Dynasty, thinking that it should be the King of the Earth Bodhisattva who brought Fang Jing here.

Fang Jing looked at the stove in a daze, thinking about the cause and effect relationship before and after in a daze, realizing that there are immortals in this world, maybe hiding in a corner to secretly observe himself, or throwing himself into the Tang Dynasty and not caring whether he lives or dies.

Fang Jing really wanted to point to the heavens at this time, scold the immortal who gave birth to a child without **, scolded this immortal who lacked morality, and threw himself here without saying a word, so that he could satisfy the perverted psychology of your broken immortal?

Fang Jing didn't dare to scold, for fear that that stupid thing would give him a five-thunder bang, it was estimated that Fang Jing would go to Hades to report again, this would not be worth it.

Listening to the sound of rice in the clay pot, Fang Jing came back to her senses, thinking that it was better to live in front of her, what gods, fairies, they are all stupid things, whatever they want, they and their little sister are full, and it is the right thing to live well.

Fang Jing, who sat up, began to return to normal again, preparing to stew yam rabbits, thinking about the scene of eating again for a while, Fang Jing was very uncomfortable in his heart.

"Dog, come and help me make a fire." Fang Jing barked at the dog baby who was idlely outside.

"Brother Jing, are you ready to cook? Leave the fire to me, don't worry. The dog baby looked at the ingredients placed on the small bamboo dustpan on the stove and was very excited.

"Okay, you light the fire, I'll cook, you can eat when it's done in a while, stew rabbit with potatoes, eat more in a while." Fang Jing watched the dog baby light the fire and began to cook.

Rabbit meat, under the stir-fry of the high fire, the aroma quickly overflowed, add some water, coarse salt and sauce, simmer over medium heat, and after a while, put down the yam, cover and stew.

As time passed, the yam stewed rabbit came out of the pot, just like yesterday, the iron pot was served, and everyone sat around to eat, and it was the same scene and the same number of roads, which made Fang Jing, the chef, feel a sense of accomplishment.

"Jing Wazi, this rabbit is more delicious today, and this potato is delicious, which is more suitable for my old woman's teeth." Grandma praised Fang Jing.

"Grandma, although this potato is suitable for all ages, but it is more suitable for young and old, Grandma can eat more, you can go to the side of the mountain to dig some if you don't have it, as long as you have a little strength, I still want to plant some next year." Fang Jing hopes that everyone will plant some next year, so that they can also solve some food problems.