In the fourth year of the Northern Song Dynasty, the Funiu Mountain Range.

At that time, the farmers were busy with spring ploughing, and a valley in Funiu Mountain, which stretched for 800 miles, was sweeping and horizontal, and the farmers in the sunset were seizing the time to reclaim the soil and turn the land in their own fields, so as to take advantage of the beautiful wind and sunshine in the past few days to quickly sow the crops.

The topography of this valley is a little strange, the three sides of the valley are low slopes, only the north, after passing a gentle slope about a mile long, wide but only seven or eight zhang, the mountain rises abruptly, one is higher than the other, like the huge body of the dragon stretches straight to the main peak of Tianzhu Mountain, which can overlook almost everything in the world. Because this low slope stretches like a tail in the valley and is the tail of the undulating peaks, it was named Longwei Village when the villagers settled here decades ago.

At this moment, the women who remained at home had begun to prepare dinner, and puffs of white cooking smoke kept rising from the chimneys of every house, curling gracefully and gracefully towards the nine heavens, conveying the peace and tranquility of this small mountain village to the other world.

However, at this moment, the two thatched huts halfway up the first mountain after the gentle slope were deserted and devoid of fireworks, except for a little girl in a blue coat of eight or nine years old, dressed in a linen cloth with at least six or seven patches, standing alone outside the fence wall, looking down the mountain from time to time.

A warm and cold mountain breeze swept by, blowing her yellow hair, which was tied into a ponytail but still unkempt like dry thatch, and covered her eyes teasingly. The little girl impatiently raised her thin arm, and neatly wrapped a few strands of bangs behind her ears, and a pair of big black and bright eyes that seemed to concentrate the aura of the whole body were suddenly revealed. However, although her eyes are beautiful and her facial features are also upright, her face is yellow and black, and her chin is even more sharp and thin, which can be seen to be due to long-term malnutrition.

The little girl waited for a while, apparently not waiting for the person she was expecting, and then set her eyes on the West.

On the top of the mountains, the sunset has just disappeared, and the clouds on the horizon seem to be holding a grand banquet, showing a tempting variety of forms.

The little girl looked motionlessly at the clouds of different shapes and sizes, her eyes slowly burning, and the golden clouds seemed to be unable to withstand the oppression of her strong thoughts, and gradually deformed, and obediently all turned into freshly baked and buttered bread, exuding a tempting sweetness, waiting for someone's paw to pick it.

Gollum...... Just as someone happily stretched out her hand to feast, a sudden strange noise suddenly ruthlessly shattered her dream.

Alas, it's a pity, it's just a little bit to be able to reminisce about that long-lost taste!

Fan Xiaoyu, who was forcibly pulled back to reality, subconsciously pressed his flat little belly, and his beautiful little face was full of regret, but then his face sank dissatisfied, and he looked down the mountain again.

In the valley, a few young peasants with their hands and feet had finished their farm work, and left the fields with their hoes, intending to go home to rest and eat, but the winding mountain road under their feet was still empty.

Damn, these two guys haven't come back yet! Don't tell her, what are the two rice buckets and rice bags going to play again! If this time they dared to bring back nothing to eat, as they had done last time, but to use all the copper coins they had bought from the hunt to help some poor poor, she would have been mad.

Gollum......

If she doesn't want to be hungry anymore, instead of hoping for someone who doesn't know when it will appear, it is better to cook the basket of bitter wild vegetables in the kitchen first, although that thing is very unpalatable, at least it can deceive the belly for a while.

Alas, I thought I would finally be able to eat the wild vegetables that I wanted to vomit when I smelled today. Fan Xiaoyu sighed, tightened his belt again, turned around and pushed open the tattered courtyard door, and walked to the kitchen of the firewood house to the west.

After the sunset, the light in the house was still bright, but the kitchen was already dim, and only a gray-white earthen stove was faintly visible, which once again reminded Fan Xiaoyu of his tragic real life.

These days, she has often pondered the question, if she had no memories of her past life when she was reborn in this body, would she have been in a state of ignorance and content with this poor life? But if it was only if, she would not be able to erase the fact that she came from an era of extreme material abundance. Her senses have already been deeply imprinted with the taste and aroma of various delicacies, accustomed to a bright and clean and comfortable living environment, and let her starve every day, even if she has the temperament to be at ease with what she encounters, how can this day not be difficult at all?

From thrift to luxury, from luxury to thrift, this sentence is really a wise saying, just like her, she has been living in this small dilapidated house for half a month, but she still can't get used to this day of serious shrinkage and dieting, let alone adapt to her original delicate and tall figure comparable to a model, but now it has more than doubled.

Fortunately, her age was also reduced, otherwise she would have jumped off this mountain on the spot and reincarnated.

Fan Xiaoyu looked down at his thin figure like a reed stick, who was nine years old but only looked like a six or seven-year-old child, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, and then couldn't help but feel a burst of resentment, and his little face turned up again.

If the people of this era are as poor as her family, then forget it, no matter how unwilling she is, she can only sigh that the times are not good. But the problem is that even if the family background of this new family is only compared to the current era and not compared to the distant previous life, I am afraid that there is no second family as poor as her family within a radius of more than ten miles in this vicinity.

Take the twenty or thirty villagers living in Longwei Village at the foot of the mountain as an example, although they are all ordinary farmers who work at sunrise and rest at sunset, and they can't earn any business after working hard for a year, at least their children can be fed and clothed, and what about her and Dongdong? It stands to reason that there are two young elders in the family who have not yet reached the age of establishment, and even if she and her younger brother are not happy, they will not always go hungry, and they can basically only eat bran vegetables, right?

However, this is exactly the case! Sometimes Fan Xiaoyu even doubts that even if he and Dongdong go to beg, they can eat more than they have now.

Thinking of her father and second uncle, Fan Xiaoyu's beautiful brows couldn't help frowning again, and the anger in her eyes became even stronger.

Martial arts are very powerful, huh? It's great to be called a hero by others?

Bah, I can't even solve the basic food and clothing of my own children, is it a bullshit hero? Whoever comes to find something agrees, no matter day and night, they are full of enthusiasm to run errands, but they don't care about their own children, and they don't even know if there is rice at home.

Hmph, if it weren't for the fact that he was still the father of this body, she would have scolded that rotten good man in person, and then walked away alone, even if she was only nine years old now, she didn't believe that with more than 20 years of life experience in her previous life, she would not even be able to support herself!

It's just that if she really runs away from home, what will happen to Dongdong? Thinking of the seven-year-old boy who had been very clingy to himself since he woke up, Fan Xiaoyu sighed deeply. In this family, the only thing that can make her feel family affection is the precocious and distressing younger brother. Thinking that the little brother like bean sprouts was about to come back later, Fan Xiaoyu was excited, and then he realized that he was still standing at the door of the kitchen and didn't go in, so he hurriedly walked in.

Complaining is complaining, since she is someone's sister, she should try her best to take care of her compatriots, and it can be regarded as making up for the regret that she did not have any brothers and sisters in her previous life!

By the dim light, Fan Xiaoyu lifted the wooden board covering the water tank, scooped half a pot of water with a gourd, closed the lid heavily, walked to the stove and stirred the tongs to clear the ashes at the bottom of the stove, so that the air inside was unblocked, and then gathered a pile of flammable dry wood leaves, and then began to use flint and steel to make a fire.

This action seemed simple, but it was the price she had paid for almost being smoked to death and burned to her eyebrows. In the past, her kitchen was clean and hygienic, and the gas and induction cooker could be used with a single twist.

Click...... After repeating the polishing action more than a dozen times, a little spark finally came out, Fan Xiaoyu hurriedly threw the flint, and carefully waited for the flames to expand before stuffing them into the stove, plus some thin branches, and when the thin branches began to burn, he set up pieces of chopped firewood.

After making sure that the fire in the stove would not be extinguished, Fan Xiaoyu stood up, scooped the water and washed the wild vegetables aside, cut them, and when the water in the pot boiled, he poured the wild vegetables into the boiling water and scalded them, scooped them up and washed them with cold water, drained them as much as possible, and then scooped out the green boiling water in the pot and cleared the pot.

Now it's time to stir-fry!

Fan Xiaoyu stood on tiptoe, took out a small jar from the recess of the stove, and used chopsticks to pick out a piece of fat the size of a small palm. This family is really poor, and there is no lard and vegetable oil at all, so she only uses a piece of fat that she didn't even look down on in her previous life and can throw in the trash can as oil for coating.

The water in the pot gradually dried up, and after waiting for a while, Fan Xiaoyu picked up the fat and wiped it along the bottom of the pot, and the fat touched the hot pot surface, and suddenly emitted an attractive aroma.

For a moment, the hungry Fan Xiaoyu really wanted to simply cut this piece of fat and fry it, but this thought only flashed and was automatically dispelled, so he put the fat meat in the jar and covered it.

After putting away the fat, Fan Xiaoyu hurriedly poured all the wild vegetables into the pot, because the oil was too small, but there was a big pot of wild vegetables, and she had to keep turning them so as not to burn the wild vegetables and heat them evenly. The wild vegetables were already very astringent, and she didn't want to be wronged by eating the blackened rotten vegetables anymore.

The steaming heat soon filled the entire small kitchen, and the wild vegetables that were full of wild vegetables just now also shrank sharply into two bowls, Fan Xiaoyu, who was already about to faint from hunger, frowned and forced himself to swallow one of the bowls of vegetables as fast as possible, and then put the remaining bowl in the pot to keep warm for Dongdong who would come back from school, as for the two guys who have not returned for a long time, let them drink the northwest wind!

In a moment, the sunset on the horizon had dimmed a lot, the surrounding mountains had fallen into twilight, and most of the cooking smoke in the village had been extinguished.

A gust of mountain wind swept over from the other side of the valley, bringing with them the rough voices of the croppers and a few words of cultivation plans, and there was also a chill, so that Fan Xiaoyu couldn't help but tighten the blue cloth clothes that didn't fit well and were full of patches, the later it was, the colder the wind, I don't know if the clothes I wore in winter today were enough.

Fan Xiaoyu was thinking about whether to pick up his younger brother with a piece of clothing, and suddenly, two familiar figures suddenly appeared at the foot of the mountain, Fan Xiaoyu's small body straightened up suddenly, these two guys finally knew that they were back!

But......

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