Chapter 3 Self-help
Li Jinfeng looked around, his eyes fell on the broken window that was so tattered that he could easily see inside from the outside and see the outside from the inside, temporarily dispelling the idea of taking things out of the space.
The secrets of space, she must not let anyone know.
His stomach was rumbling, and the wound on his forehead was twitching.
Li Jinfeng fell asleep in a daze, and when he woke up again, it was already night.
It was already dark, and the moonlight shone in through the window, illuminating the dilapidated house, and Li Jinfeng's bloodless, pale face.
She was so hungry that no one asked her to eat halfway, so Li Jinfeng slept like this for a full day.
She got up with difficulty, hid in the corner, and took a bowl of red date longan porridge from the space under the cover of the missing table.
In modern times, Li Jinfeng may not look at things at second glance, but at this moment, it is as delicious as the world.
She was so hungry that she drank a bowl of porridge, and even the bottom of the bowl was licked clean, and there was no residue left.
Reluctantly put the bowl into the space, Li Jinfeng began to treat his wounds.
Grandpa Li Aiguo used earthwork for her, but the weather was so hot, if she didn't pay attention to it, she would get infected and even suppurated.
Li Jinfeng didn't want to live such a hard life, and even more bitter, risking being discovered, washed the wound on his forehead with hydrogen peroxide, applied anti-inflammatory potion, and took anti-inflammatory medicine.
Still wrapping the wound with the yellowed rag, Li Jinfeng finished all this and found that his whole body was drenched in sweat.
I looked up at the window, and it was the same as before, nothing had changed, no one had come!
It was another night, and when I woke up again, it was already dawn.
Probably because last night's emergency measures were done properly, although her head still hurts a little today, the wound is no longer twitching, and with the bowl of red date porridge, she is no longer awakened by hunger.
With some strength, Li Jinfeng began to look at this body.
Thin, without a pair of flesh, thinner than the Africans she had seen on 21st century television, with dry and dark skin.
Wearing a baggy yellow shirt, on the shirt, there are countless patches, and the pants are patched pants that I don't know where to pick up, big and fat.
Climbing up from the kang with difficulty, Li Jinfeng opened the door and heard a mocking voice.
"Yo, the eldest lady of the capitalist has woken up? Yesterday I lay in the house for a day, and today I am going to continue to be the eldest lady at home? ”
It's Li Ailan, yesterday she smashed Li Jinfeng's head to pieces and sent the original owner out of this world.
Li Jinfeng ignored her and walked straight to the kitchen in the backyard.
At this time, it was time for breakfast, and after breakfast, the Li family, all of them had to go to work in the production team.
During this time, it was just in time for the summer harvest, the busiest time in the team, but it was also the happiest time for the whole village.
If you do the work, you will get a job.
The work can be exchanged for grain, and the people in the village have worked for more than half a year, waiting for a grain distribution after the summer harvest.
Lao Li's family has a large population, and the food in the rice tank has long been insufficient, even if it is the most physically demanding summer harvest double robbery in the past few days, Zhang Xiulan only prepared a crystal clear coarse grain porridge for the family, a bowl of porridge, and a corn Zhenzi smaller than a child's palm, and dealt with it in half a day.
Most of the people in the production team have to work hungry, and everyone knows that only by gritting their teeth and working hard to snatch back the rice, the rice is returned to the warehouse, the public grain is handed over, and the production team distributes the grain, everyone can have the rations for the second half of the year.