Jiang Lanqing, who was used to sleeping on a soft bed, lay on the hard and musty bed, unable to sleep, tossing and turning.

By the way, think about how to live in the future, this family has nothing, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and food, what do you want, you are really poor and can't open the pot.

I don't know how the original body lived, and lived her life like this, no matter how much she hated the man who strengthened her, but the child was innocent.

If you don't want to be yourself, you have to be well-off for Jing Shuo.

She is not the original body, she does not understand the original thoughts, now she is her, and she has to live her way.

Relying on her ability, she can't starve their mother and son.

Unconsciously, the rooster under the mountain began to crow, and Jiang Lanqing came back to his senses, thinking too much, it was time to sleep.

Maybe I had a direction, calmed down, and after a while, I fell asleep.

No matter how late she sleeps, Jiang Lanqing's biological clock will wake her up on time at five o'clock, she is studying traditional Chinese medicine and stressing the way of health preservation.

Five o'clock in the morning was the sting of the twelve.

The sting is the day when all things recover, and it is also the time when the body's yang energy is active and rising.

Over time, develop an indelible habit.

When she opened her eyes and saw Jiang Jingxuan in her arms, she was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that she had crossed over to become a mother.

Jiang Jingshuo rubbed in her arms, like a kitten, and a trace of warmth passed through her heart.

Thinking that there were still many things to do today, she gently let go of Jiang Jingxuan, the little guy still woke up, and she patted him lightly on the back: "It's still early, go to sleep." ”

The movements are gentle and the tone is gentle.

Jiang Jingxuan just opened his eyes and saw that he was next to his mother, his long-term habits made him want to escape, and he was about to move his body, feeling the tenderness of his mother, only to remember that his mother was different from before.

It won't be like before, waking up and seeing him next to her, kicking him out of bed.

Last night, my mother slept with him in her arms, which was good.

Thinking about it, Jiang Jingxuan fell asleep again, with a shallow smile on his little face.

Jiang Lanqing kissed his son's little face, put on his clothes, pants, cloth and shoes, cleaned the courtyard in the faint morning light, carried the basket on his back, and walked towards the forest not far away with a sickle.

Thinking of the flames in the mountains and forests last night, she was still a little frightened, but life forced her to walk towards the forest with courage.

Breathing in the fresh morning air, stepping on the weeds and scattering the crystal dew all the way, I walked into the forest with the clouds slowly moving up towards the top of the mountain.

Listening to the crisp call of the lark, everywhere seems to be full of life.

A new day will begin, come on.

Cheer yourself up in your heart, but you can't beat the picture of flames in your head.

Sweep everything around, search for dead wood and dry firewood, and a few lonely graves are separated, adding to the shade.

Quickly picked up a basket of dry firewood, stepped on the road when he came, turned around, and the east side had exposed the white of the fish's belly, and entered the low shed.

Smoke wafted from the chimney into the morning sky.

There is still a sweet potato left, wash and dice it and boil it in a pot, wait for the sweet potato to cook until it is soft and rotten, cut some gray cabbage picked yesterday, add it to the pot, and put it out after boiling the pot.

Maybe he smelled the smell of food, and without waiting for Jiang Lanqing to call, Jiang Jingxuan got up by himself and put on his clothes and pants and came out, standing outside the low shed with sleepy eyes.

How did she know that the original body never made breakfast. Jiang Jingshuo got up early is a habit.

Jiang Lanqing poured out the water that had just been washed in the wooden basin, scooped up the water, wet the face towel, and prepared to wash Jiang Jingxuan's face, but the little guy took the face towel by himself: "Mother, I can wash it myself." ”