Chapter 1: A non-original product

Chapter 1 A whole family of non-original goods

It was raining heavily outside, and light rain was falling inside the dilapidated thatched hut.

Lu Jingzhi held the blood-stained gauze on his forehead, looked at the two people standing in front of the broken bed board, was silent for a while, and said softly: "Where is this... I seem to have lost my memory..."

As soon as the words fell, the smile of the girl who was smiling at her because she woke up suddenly disappeared, "Oh, I lost my memory, it's good, it's good."

Lu Jingzhi: "..."

Ah no, don’t go, don’t you always say this after time travel?

When the two women, one big and one small, left her room, memories belonging to the original owner flooded into her mind like a rushing river.

Lu Jingzhi understood why those two people treated her so strangely.

The original owner's father had an accident when he went to work in the town some time ago, and died, and his mother couldn't afford to get sick. Not only did the grandparents not want to spend money on her doctor's treatment, but they also thought her unlucky, and even wanted to sell the original owner's sister. He said, "Only by selling you can you have money to buy a coffin for your father. If you have been raising money-losers like you for so long, you have to be filial to your father."

In order to protect the two daughters, the mother of the original owner got angry and took them away from home, but the village head couldn't stand it any longer, so he decided to let them live in an unowned thatched cottage at the end of the village.

The original owner's mother fell ill, and then woke up—

The vegetable field is no longer tidied up, the rice is no longer cooked, the water is no longer burned, and the firewood is no longer split... But the two sisters are very easy to order, so that they can fetch water and burn firewood, Cleaned up by myself.

It’s not like this every day, but every day, and all the firewood saved for cooking at home is completely burned.

There was nothing to eat or drink at home, my sister was so hungry that she fainted at the gate, and when she woke up again, the vegetable field was not cleaned up, and she couldn’t cook...

His forehead began to throb and hurt, Lu Jingzhi held his wound and gasped, a fool could see that those two were not original products, and not only were they not original products, but they might be some kind of Jiao Didi Missy.

Damn it, what can I do, the house is completely empty, so the three of them are going to mess it up together? To drink the northwest wind?

Yesterday, the original owner’s sister brought a rabbit back, and when she turned around, it was snatched away by the noisy people from the old house.

Guess this is why she came here.

The quilt was yellow, the edges were greasy, the cotton wool inside was knotted, and the broken bed board was not small, but she could only huddle in a corner pitifully, without him, the rest of the place was piled up with big pots and small pots falling down one after another. coming rain.

Lu Jingzhi clenched his fists, anyone in this family can mess up, but she can't.

Even after the end of the world, she never had such a hard life.

You don’t need to pay attention to what you wear and use, but you can’t pay attention to what you don’t eat!

The first priority now is to heal the wound on the head. The medical conditions in ancient times were backward, and it was just a simple bandage to stop the bleeding. Such a large wound was still on the brain.

The tip of the right finger jumped with a light green light.

In a blink of an eye, it became light blue.

The low and narrow interior seems to be brightened by the reflection.

very good!

Her water and wood dual-line abilities are still there!

It doesn't matter if it's weaker, as long as there are mountains, forests and plants in the world, Lu Jingzhi is sure that he will be able to raise them sooner or later.

In Doomsday, water-type abilities and wood-type abilities are also called healing abilities.

The wound on the forehead was growing slowly, and when it healed, it felt numb and uncomfortable, but Lu Jingzhi breathed a sigh of relief.

It rained for a day and a night. Apart from exercising her powers, Lu Jingzhi was healing her wounds. The powers were stored up again and again, and were exhausted again and again. As time went by, she became more and more handy. The feeling is getting deeper and deeper.

Here is green bamboo salt, say hello to the cuties (*︶*)

The heroine of this article, Lu Jingzhi, is a doomsday boss, with huge gold fingers, explosive force value, face value against the sky, a little clear brain circuit, straightforward and frank, can't stand wronged, revenge and revenge, but in general is a nice guy.

There are stories about slapping faces in cool texts, and stories about doing business and farming, and the most frequent ones are the interactions of the family from time-travel.

(The younger sister in the introduction is behind, I haven’t lost it, I haven’t forgotten it, please don’t comment badly.)

If the cuties like it, click a favorite, post a comment, and vote for a recommendation.

Update in the early morning and four more.

I hope that everyone will not be fattened (because fattening will easily lead to PK, but PK is not recommended, and if there is no recommendation, the score will be worse, and the author will reduce the number of words as appropriate)

Its life is in the hands of the cuties, and your votes are the fertilizer for its growth.

Bow, love you all.

(end of this chapter)