Liu Xiaoying opened her eyes and saw the empty roof with this straw on it, she knew that she had already been blown into slag.

But what's going on in front of you?

Through? Rebirth? Liu Xiaoying has also read this kind of novel before.

It's not bad that she's not dead, she stretched out her hand and looked at her dry paws, her skin was a little dull yellow, and she was very thin.

She hadn't seen such a pair of hands for many years because of this malnutrition, and when she looked up, she was still alive despite the poor conditions at home.

"Yingzi, you're awake."

At this moment the door was pushed open, and an old lady came over in patched clothes with worry written on her face.

"It's better to have no Yingzi, stop crying, people can't be resurrected after death." The old lady looked at her with a sigh and sat aside.

Liu Xiaoying was a little confused, because she had no memory of the original owner, so she could only not speak.

The old lady sighed, looked at the silent Liu Xiaoying and said: "Yingzi, you are alone at home, if there is anything to do, I will go next door and call you Uncle Shi, I will go home first, I put a bowl of rice on the pot, you will get up and eat later." ”

With that, the old lady got up and left. Liu Xiaoying listened to the footsteps getting farther and farther away, and then got up.

Liu Xiaoying glanced at the house, is this a human residence?

The classic Northeast soil kang has two boxes and two quilts on the kang. The only window was blocked by a broken quilt, and a small kang table was placed underneath.

Liu Xiaoyingta pulled the black cotton shoes and walked to the outhouse, this should be the kitchen, a small pot sat on the earthen stove, and the earthen kang would also be warmed after the fire.

There is also a one-meter-high water tank next to the pot, and there is also half a tank of water in it.

Liu Xiaoying saw a wooden plank underground, and when it was opened, a small ladder appeared, and it was dark inside, so she didn't dare to go down to look.

"Gurgling ......" Liu Xiaoying's stomach rang uncontrollably, and she was hungry when she saw a large porcelain bowl placed on the door of the pot.

Liu Xiaoying picked up a pair of chopsticks and began to eat, Wowotou stewed cabbage with water, to be honest, this kind of food was the first time she ate it.

I haven't had such a loud voice in the nest head of the farmhouse before, and it is estimated that it is all made of corn ballast.

Swallowing it forcefully, Liu Xiaoying poured a mouthful of water.

"Oh my God, it's such a sad day!" Liu Xiaoying sat on the small bench in frustration, not knowing if there was any space.

Thinking of space, Liu Xiaoying closed her eyes, and the appearance of space appeared in her mind.

"It's still there!" She jumped up for joy, but her head was a little dizzy.

Low blood sugar, Liu Xiaoying has had this situation before. She contacted the space again, and the food in it was all transported before the accident.

These things are worth billions, so you can imagine how many there are.

There are all high, medium and low-end clothing, as well as everything for food. Because it is transported to war-torn areas, there is an abundance of food.

Liu Xiaoying's heart is finally down-to-earth, she has just come here without relatives, and there is not even a person to talk to, and the house is dilapidated, which makes her very uncomfortable.

Liu Xiaoying looked at the sky outside and it was already dark, she brushed the bowl and prepared to send it back, after all, this is someone else's thing.

After thinking about it, Liu Xiaoying put a bowl full of cornmeal in the clean bowl, and the thin noodles were much better than the corn ballast.

Liu Xiaoying went out to look at the empty yard, it was a little cold outside, and it was all yellow, and it was autumn.

She tightened her clothes and walked briskly to the next door.

Why did you know about that grandmother's house? Because there is only one family around. The other houses are far away, with the mountains behind them.

The grandmother's house is thatched like Liu Xiaoying's house, but Liu Xiaoying's house is a little smaller.

There is no gate in every house, they are all surrounded by wood, and Liu Xiaoying entered the house directly.

A group of people in the house were eating, and when the old lady saw Liu Xiaoying coming in, she greeted her, "Yingzi is better?" Come and sit down for a while. ”

"Yingzi come and sit, it's hot on the kang." A man in his twenties also beckoned Liu Xiaoying to sit.

Liu Xiaoying didn't move, because she noticed that a woman holding a child had some dislike in her eyes.

This man should be Uncle Shi, and that woman should be his daughter-in-law.

Liu Xiaoying smiled and refused, "No, I'll send the bowl back, and the fire hasn't burned at home yet." ”

Putting the bowl on the side of the kang, Liu Xiaoying planned to leave.

Shi Shi was shocked when he saw the cornmeal in the bowl, and hurriedly picked up the bowl and handed it to Liu Xiaoying, "Yingzi, this is too valuable." ”

Valuable? Liu Xiaoying glanced at the bowl, isn't it?

The old lady didn't want to keep it, "Yingzi, take it back, keep such a thin bud rice noodles and eat it for yourself." ”

The stone daughter-in-law glanced at the bowl, "Xiaohuzi hasn't eaten fine grain for a long time." ”

"Little Flower!" Shi glared at his daughter-in-law, this woman is really a master.

Liu Xiaoying is not short of this kind of thing, not to mention that she ate other people's nests just now.

"Uncle Shi, don't shirk it, I will naturally have it at home. It's enough for me to eat, don't worry. ”

Liu Xiaoying felt that except for this little flower, everyone else was still good.

The old lady saw that what she said did not look like a lie, and after thinking about the situation of her family for a while, she accepted it.

"Don't talk to Yingzi about the stone, her father knows how to hunt, and he must not be without food." The old lady turned to Liu Ying and said, "Yingzi, your father and mother are gone, and you can't eat at home in the future, so you can save some if you can." ”

Liu Xiaoying nodded, and talked about family affairs for a while, and Liu Xiaoying went home.

Looking at the cold house, Liu Xiaoying resigned herself to her fate, picked up some firewood in the yard and lit a fire.

Having lived in the countryside before, these are naturally difficult for her.

The temperature in the room gradually increased, Liu Xiaoying plugged in the door, and then went to the kang.

Looking at the thin quilt, Liu Xiaoying remembered the conversation with Mrs. Li just now.

It's the sixties! This year is 1965, the original owner is also called Liu Xiaoying, this year is 15 years old, her father is a soldier, her mother is more than 30 miles away from here, usually do not interact with the family, her father is also an orphan, no relatives.

Her father's name is Liu Haiming, who died because of an urgent mission, and her mother couldn't stand the blow and died of depression, leaving Liu Xiaoying alone. Liu Xiaoying lived alone for more than half a year, and when the family ran out of food, she starved to death.

It stands to reason that the martyrs who sacrificed are subsidized, but why did the original owner starve to death?

Liu Xiaoying rummaged through the cabinet and finally found 500 yuan in a small broken handkerchief. There are five dozen, each of which is a ten-dollar unity.

There are more than ten pieces of change under the handkerchief, and there are a few cents and a few cents.

In this era, you have to buy a ticket for everything, no wonder the original owner will starve to death, only those who work in the village will have food to eat, she doesn't do anything, and she stays at home all day long, unless pie falls from the sky.

Liu Xiaoying put the money into the space, took out a set of quilts, spread the torn quilt underneath, and then stripped naked and went into the quilt.