Of course, when you leave Wangjia Village, you also have to take these two little children with you. She possessed Wanniang's body, had the memories of this life, and was grateful to Wang Jian for saving her life, so she had no way to leave his biological daughter behind.

Wang Jian is a good person, she knows it just from saving Wanniang, so it is not surprising that Wang Jian rescued a child who was not related by blood at all, and raised him until he was twelve years old.

This is Wang Jian's merit, and she has no way to leave it alone.

Although she is only fifteen years old now, she should have been the age of reading in her previous life, but for the sake of these two children, she must carry this family. If she doesn't carry this family, then where should the two children who are still so young go?

Although they have made up their minds to leave Wangjia Village, at this moment, they have nothing, no money, where can they go if they leave Wangjia Village? Therefore, it is imperative to fill your stomach.

Thinking like this, Wan Niang's stomach growled.

She clutched her stomach, her face tangled. She doesn't know how to cook with firewood, although in Wanniang's memory, she washes clothes and cooks every day in her mother's house, maybe the memory of her previous life is too strong, or it may be that years of city life have made her a little clean.

But thinking of the two children who slept in the room next to her, she should have gotten up and cooked by now for the sake of the two children.

"Mom, eat, eat, eat?"

She was struggling to get out of bed when she heard a timid voice, and when she turned around, she saw a bald little girl of five or six years old, holding a large porcelain bowl with a missing mouth, which contained a boiled sweet potato and a small slice of bacon, and a thumb-sized piece of pickled ginger. The little girl looked at her timidly, her eyes nervous.

The girl had a round face and round eyes, with baby fat on her face, but her body was pitifully thin, the whole person was gray, her small hands were also dirty, her nails were long, and the nails were black, and she didn't know how much dirt was hidden.

"Mom, Mommy?"

Seeing that she did not respond for a long time, the girl spoke again. Wan Niang couldn't help but feel soft in her heart, she sat up and took the bowl in the girl's hand, "Xiaoyu, have you eaten?" ”

The bald girl's name is Wang Yu, she looks very much like Wanniang's dead husband Wang Jian, with double eyelids and big eyes, looking clear and honest. It's really eight years old, but he looks like a five or six-year-old child. Listening to Wan Niang's words, she nodded, then shook her head again, glanced at the bowl in Wan Niang's hand, and swallowed her saliva.

When Wan Niang saw it, she sat up and walked to the next room with a big bowl.

The next room is half a large stove, and half separated by a curtain is two small beds. The big stove had just been turned off, smoke was coming from the stove, and on the big stove were two small bowls with cracks, which contained boiled sweet potatoes, yellow orange and orange water, and three or two wild vegetables floating on them.

"Wen Yao!" Looking at the past, Wan Niang's heart was about to break, could it be that in the past few days when she was lying in bed, the two children would eat this?

"Wan Niang!" The little boy who had just put out the fire heard the sound and turned his head to look at Wan Niang, rubbing his hands on his trouser legs, his face full of anxiety.

The little boy's name is Wang Wenyao, and like Wang Yu, he is dirty all over his body, and his face is also dirty. Wang Wenyao is Wang Jian five years ago to work in the provincial capital, I don't know how to save the child, when he brought it back, he was frozen to death, in this era, family planning everywhere to avoid arrest, in the mountains and villages and forests, basically can meet the children who dodged the fine and threw away, no wonder.

Wang Jian spent a lot of money, ran several clinics, and saved Wang Wenyao's life.

Wan Niang sighed, "Wen Yao, let's regenerate fire!" I'll cook. ”

"But...... Wan Niang ......" Wang Wenyao looked at the two bowls of soup on the stove, "I've already made it." ”

"Be good, obedient, listen to me." Wan Niang rubbed Wang Wenyao's head and said with a smile.

Wang Wenyao nodded, sat in front of the stove, in order to save matches, directly threw the flammable firewood into the stove, picked up some firewood with tongs, puffed out his mouth to blow the sparks in the stove, and after a while, the fire ignited.

Wan Niang hurriedly put the bowl in her hand on the cupboard, put a scoop of water in the water tank, and poured it into the cauldron.

After carefully washing the cauldron a few times, she added another scoop of water. Then he took the water scoop into his room, poured out all the rice in the rice bowl, washed it and poured it into the pot.

When Wang Wenyao saw it, he opened his mouth several times to say something, but in the end he didn't speak.

Wan Niang also took out the sweet potatoes in the basket and threw them into the blazing stove, and the firelight shone on Wang Wenyao and her face.

Wan Niang has been here for two or three days, and in these two or three days, the two children are cooking and cooking for her, thinking about her 46 years in her previous life, and being served by the two children for two days, her face is red.

She also knew that if it weren't for the two children who called the doctor to prescribe medicine and took care of her carefully every day, she would still be reborn and estimated that this body would have been wasted.

Wan Niang doesn't know whether her situation is called time travel or rebirth, she also watched TV series when she was in junior high and high school, "Xun Qin Ji", "Love Through Time and Space" or something, and discussed it with her roommates every day in the health school, but these are their own ontologies to different eras, that is called time travel. So is her situation called rebirth?

From 2019 to 1994, she doesn't know if the times have changed, but what she does know is that she is no longer the person she used to be.

The family was poor, without any seasonings, just some coarse salt. The rice in the cauldron was boiling and rolling and had burst to the waist, Wan Niang washed the basket and gauze, drained the rice, and then steamed the rice in a steamer.

After doing this, she took out the bowl of sweet potatoes that Wang Yu brought her, mashed them with re-washed chopsticks, sprinkled them with salt, stirred them into the bowls of the two children, picked out the chopped wild vegetables, and kneaded them into three small cakes.

After the rice was steamed, Wan Niang wiped the cauldron clean, let Wang Wenyao extinguish the fire, and covered the pot.

Seeing what Wanniang was doing, Wang Yu followed behind Wanniang, and Wanniang was also very happy, and when the meal was ready, it was already an hour later. It's not that Wan Niang's hands and feet are slow, but she now holds every daily necessities, pots and pans, and she has to scrub and wash them several times, and if the situation allows, she also wants to throw them into boiling water for disinfection.

But whether it was herself or the two children, they were almost a little hungry, and it was not good to pay attention to it so much, so there was no way, and after washing so many times outside the pressurized water well, there should be no problem.

Now the pollution is not so serious, and the people here have lived like this for generations, but they still live to be seventy or eighty years old? In such a remote mountain village, there should be no bacterial infection bacilli or anything, she comforted herself and served the prepared dry rice, baked sweet potato cakes, and potatoes baked in the stove.

Wang Wenyao and Wang Yu stood in the room, watching Wanniang go in and out with chopsticks, and their eyes were red.