"Little sister, wake up!" Wake up! "Woo woo!" Someone was slapping Mu Rousang's face, and when she heard a child calling her little sister, she couldn't help but roar in anger, "F * ck, you little sister, your whole family's little sister!" However, the voice that came out of her mouth was extremely weak and weak, and a pair of cold little hands touched her face. f.u.c.k, your sister wasn't good enough, and you still want to eat her tofu?

"Sister, how are you? Is there anything wrong with it? " The kid hugged her and patted her left and right. Mu Rousang was still staring at the turtle's paw blankly. Wasn't she in the taxi? Oh, right, her grandmother, the taxi driver dozed off and she flew off. Of course, she didn't fly up to become an immortal sister, but she drowned instead. If she had known, she would have gone swimming 100% of the time. That evil driver left her and ran for his life.

When she woke up again, she saw the twinkling stars. "Oh, why are the stars so bright today!" Mu Rousang who was still in her current state didn't think that she had teleported herself. She only thought that tonight's stars were really beautiful. Only after a long time did she regain her senses from the beautiful starry sky. She found herself lying on the floor, oh no, on the bed, and she saw the stars through the hole in the roof. This hole in the roof was really big enough to lie there and watch the stars.

In the darkness, something touched towards her, and Mu Rousang used her strength to kick it. "Putong!" "Ahh!" A blood-curdling screech sounded in the shack. "Oh, sister, you kicked me!" "A child's voice came." Ah?! Um, sorry, are you alright! " Mu Rousang was not used to this dark night at all, she fumbled around to help the kid up. Hmm, I touched it. She grabbed an arm and tugged at him, "Ah, sister, you grabbed the wrong one. That's my foot!" The child hurriedly shouted from the ground.

The brat couldn't stand her any longer, so he tried to free his mouth, "Sister, sit still, don't move, I'm going to take a rest myself. Just now, I fell off the brick bed and my head was numb from the fall!" Mu Rousang was so embarra.s.sed that he could only stay on the bed. Oh, she knew now that this was not a bed, but a kang. Was she in the north? If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have climbed to the 19th floor to read novels in history cla.s.s.

"Little sister, you have slept all day, have you ever felt better? You have nothing to vent your anger on in the day, but you are scaring your brother. I only have my sister and her kin. Little sister, don't leave big brother. Before mother left, I knelt in front of her bed and swore that I would take good care of you. " That brat, who was now honorably's older brother, sat on the ground and cried as he told her.

The brat crawled up from the ground happily. "That's great, little sister. You really frightened me today. Ever since my parents died, you are my only family. I really don't want to be separated from my little sister. The Qin Er in the village said that you had stopped breathing. He wanted to find a broken mat to wrap you up and bury you anywhere at the back of the mountain. I don't want to, my little sister was clearly only sleeping, before you fell asleep you kept calling me cold, so I kept holding onto you, covering you, and even let Qin Er return, telling her not to disturb you here. " Mu Rousang's brother continued with her nasal voice, "I'm really afraid that my sister won't wake up! Fortunately, you just slept for a bit, hur hur! "

From his words, Mu Rousang could determine that in this family, only this thin and weak second brother was able to depend on her. Just by looking at the roof, one could tell that this family was in a difficult situation.

Sigh, she really didn't know how to comfort this child who had lost his family. He knew that the little sister he cared about the most had already returned to Buddha's embrace! This Mu Rousang was no longer the Mu Rousang he was before, "Cough, about that, don't be sad anymore. Isn't this fine?

Mu Rousang spoke these words to herself. Coming to this dynasty that she still did not know about, she was not afraid. Nothing here, not even the air, was familiar to her.

Mu Rousang's brother, Mu Jinzhi, groped his way through the starlight that leaked down from the roof and carried her up, then shakily walked out of the door.

But … It's much brighter outside than in the house. This room... This room was too c.r.a.ppy. It was too low, too short, too shabby. It was on the verge of collapse!

Mu Jinzhi carried her to a stone tablet in the courtyard: "Good girl, sit here for a while, I'll go and bring you some food first!" Mu Rousang realised that his stomach was really hungry, really hungry, he was 100% hungry because he didn't have any strength left on his small body.

Thinking about the bitter days ahead, she felt that it was even more difficult than challenging the college entrance exam. At this moment, she was filled with yearning for the modern meat bun. Give her a meat bun, she was so hungry that her chest was sticking to her back.

Mu Rousang sat on the greenstone with both hands supporting her chin, speechlessly looking at the dangerous room in front of him. If she had known that she would wear them, she would have gone to study agriculture or medicine. However, she had studied planning. Looking at her clothes that were hanging on her neck, she knew that they were useless.

When Mu Rousang sighed for the eighteenth time, Mu Jinzhi brought out a mortar that was missing a big mouth: "Hurry and take advantage of the heat to eat. Look, the food tonight is really good, Second Aunt heard that you woke up, so he called siderocarpus over with wild vegetables. Tonight, you can eat more, so it won't be easy for you to starve yourself to death."

Although it was already night time, Mu Rousang could still differentiate between white rice and black vegetables. She flipped and rummaged through the dishes, looking and searched, wuu, what was wrong with it? She couldn't find a single grain of rice. She knew it, she knew it, the heavens must have disliked her and sent her to this place where dogs wouldn't lay their eggs.

"Not at home... "Forget it, it's nothing. Have you eaten yet?"

Mu Jinzhi looked at the wild vegetables in the bowl, he secretly swallowed his saliva and waved his hand: You go ahead, I've already eaten. Then, he used his hands to pat his stomach. Only he knew that he saved up all the wild vegetables to give to Mu Rousang, but now he filled his stomach with water to fool her.

In order to live, no matter how hungry Mu Rousang was, she had to bite the bullet. d.a.m.n, what kind of wild vegetable was this? Having just lived, she did not want to die again, so she resolutely refused to take another bite.

Seeing that she was unwilling to eat, Mu Jinzhi was very anxious. The reason why Mu Rousang could not wake up from his illness, Qin Er said that it was because he had not eaten anything this whole time.

Mu Jinzhi lifted the mortar s and tried to feed her with chopsticks. He felt sorry for the small and thin Mu Rousang, and could only use his thought to coax her: "Little sister, be good.

Mu Rousang also knew that what he said was reasonable, she could only endure it, endured the nauseous feeling in her heart, and ate the wild leaves that were floating in the bowl. She took a few more sips of boiled water to free her poor stomach.

Mu Rousang truly sympathized with this little boy. She looked to be about six years old, small and skinny like a quail, wearing a shabby, wide, misfit jacket, and revealing long black cotton threads. It was truly impossible to tell that he was eight years old. Now that she was here, no matter how sad she was, there was nothing she could do. She had to work hard and live well. I can only hope that modern parents are not too upset. After eating that not called meal, Mu Rousang finally felt that she was no longer as uncomfortable.

She had slept in the bed for several days before she had completely recovered, and she had inherited most of the body's memories. 's father was originally an Elementary Scholar. When Mu Rousang was born, life had been very smooth sailing for the rest of her life, relying on her father's rice and her mother's embroidery. At that time, the Brother and sister had been very happy under her parents' tutelage.

If she didn't want a typhoid fever, which was a modern, popular cold, she would kill her father. Then, a few months ago, her mother had died from overwork. Fortunately, Mu Rousang's father was an literate man, so he gave her and her two brothers the names Mu Jinzhi and Mu Rousang.

Right now, Mu Rousang was sitting on top of the gate with her eyes s.h.i.+ning with a green light because she was hungry. This wooden door was about a foot tall, used to stop snakes and insects from crawling. Mu Jinzhi went to the mountain to gather cat claws early in the morning. Luckily the food was not sour, otherwise, it would have been even more delicious when fried with chili. When she thought about the red pepper fried cat paw, she started to drool and felt even hungrier.

She was sitting on the doorstep, bored. She was holding onto her saliva as she looked at the sparrows in the sky, thinking about how delicious they were.

"Yo, Rou Sang, aren't you dead? How are you still alive?!"