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Looking at the worn-out mosquito net above his head, and hearing the sounds coming from the kitchen, Li Qingling sighed and crawled back up.

After three days, she had no choice but to accept the fact that she had really been reborn from the modern era into the poverty-stricken ancient countryside.

Not only did Lin Shi despise her for being sickly, she also despised her brother, Li Qingfeng, who was five years old, for not being able to do any heavy work with her. Maintaining her mother and the two of them was simply a waste of food.

When her cousin Li Qingfu heard the reason behind her visit, he angrily pushed her away. She was originally very hungry, but was pushed so hard by him, he directly smashed into the wall, breaking his skull.

Li Qingling Jr. was carried home. She, who had experienced a car accident in the modern world, was not able to endure it, and was reincarnated in this body.

On the day of the accident, the house that she had bought had just been renovated. She had planned to take her parents to live with her, but things were unpredictable.

Li Qingling let out a heavy sigh, looked at her brother who was still sleeping soundly, turned around and pushed open the door. Seeing Mrs. Zhao who was about to boil some rice and porridge, she immediately walked over.

"Mom, let me do it!" Seeing that Mrs. Zhao was so skinny that only her stomach was left, she smiled bitterly, "Go sit down!"

Mrs. Zhao avoided Li Qingling's hands and worriedly asked her, "Your body is still weak, go sleep a little more! Mother will call you after cooking. "

Three days ago, her daughter was brought back with blood all over her head. Even a doctor would have said that there was no hope for her now. Fortunately, with the Bodhisattva's blessing, her daughter woke up.

Mrs. Zhao never thought that her daughter had already changed hearts.

"After resting for two days, I'm fine now." In truth, her wound was still hurting faintly, but she didn't want Mrs. Zhao to worry, so she could only console her.

Li Qingling reached out and took the ladle from Mrs. Zhao's hand. His waist went to scoop up the brown rice under the rice jar, and this brown rice was given to his fiance, Liu Zhimo. He could only hold on for a day or two after she was injured.

She lit a fire, looked at the bright flames, and softly said, "Mother, I want to go for a walk around the mountain and see if there's anything else I can eat. I'll pick up some food and bring it back."

Hearing that, Mrs. Zhao was stunned for a moment, she looked at her daughter's face which was somewhat recovered after being reflected in the firelight, and closed his sore eyes, "You're not fully recovered yet, so don't go. Mother, wait a bit …. I'll go to your parents' home and borrow some rice later. " All the food on the mountain had been picked up, what else could they pick up?

"I can't loan it to you. Mother, I've already died once for this. Can't you see what kind of people they are?" She even suspected that her father, Li Laigui, was not a son of the Li family.

As soon as he said that, the kitchen quieted down.

Li Qingling lifted his head to look at Mrs. Zhao who had his eyes closed. He stood up and tiptoed to take off the basket on his back, and carried it on his back.

"Don't worry, if I can't find food, I'll be back soon."

Mrs. Zhao lifted her eyes to look at the frail figure walking out of the courtyard.

It was early in the morning and the fog was growing thicker. Li Qingling's thin clothes were all wet, but she couldn't care less and continued to walk deeper into the mountain while clenching his teeth.

At this close distance, all that could be eaten was swept away. She could only head deeper into the mountains.

In her previous life, she was also a child from the countryside. Since she was young, she had followed her father to hunt in the mountains. Her skills were not bad, and she hoped to catch some wild chickens and rabbits deep in the mountains.

However, her dreams were plentiful and reality was bony. She had been walking for almost two hours and hadn't even seen the shadow of a wild chicken or hare.

Sitting on the ground weakly, Li Qingling gasped for breath, then laughed bitterly. God damn, sending her to this place, was it to make her suffer?

Even though she had been born in a rural area in her previous life, she had never suffered so much!

Raising her head and looking at the bright sun, she shook her head, not daring to think any further. She was afraid that if she kept thinking about it, the courage she mustered with great difficulty would disappear once again.

When she had rested enough, she felt less tired. She got up, picked up a basket of mushrooms, and rushed home.

Fortunately, she still managed to pick some mushrooms, which gave her a little bit of comfort in her heart.

Actually, there were a lot of mushrooms on this mountain. It was only because there was someone in the village who had picked mushrooms to eat and died from the poison that no one dared to pick them and eat them again.

With these mushrooms on the mountain, her family at least had a chance to survive.

When she got home, she put down the basket and neatly washed the pot to boil the water. While waiting for the water to boil, she washed the mushrooms, and when the mushrooms were done, the water was also boiling.

She poured in the half basket of mushrooms that she had washed. The house was so poor that it didn't even have oil, so she put a little salt in it, covered the pot with the lid, added two sticks of firewood and made the fire burn brighter.

After about fifteen minutes, he caught a whiff of the mushroom's fragrance, stirred it with the spoon for a while, and then waited a bit longer. Then, he scooped up a bowl and started to wolf it down, not caring about scalding it.

Li Qingling carried Li Qingfeng, who was five years old but was as skinny as a three or four-year-old child, into his embrace. Hearing his constant swallowing sounds, his heart ached.

He didn't even bother to chew and directly swallowed it down. "Sis, it smells like …"

"Eat slowly, there's more in the pot." She slowly fed Li Qingfeng, and after he had finished eating a bowl and touched his stomach, she wouldn't let him eat anymore, "You can't eat too much all of a sudden, you'll be sick."

Although Li Qingfeng still wanted to eat, he nodded his head obediently. He knew that his family was poor, and there was no money for them to see a doctor if they were sick.

He looked at the fragrant mushrooms in the bowl and said in a daze, "Sis, the hair pit will die if they eat it."

Li Qingling's hand that was holding onto the mushroom stopped, looked at his withered yellow hair, and asked: "Then why do you dare to eat it?"

"I'm hungry …" He answered in a low voice.

In her previous life, she had fought alone in a big city and had gone through all sorts of hardships. She had gritted her teeth and never shed a single tear, but now that she came to this place, it was simply too bitter. She didn't even know if she could continue on.

She finished a bowl of mushrooms with tears streaming down her face and hugged him tightly. She softly explained, "Some of the hair pit were poisonous, some weren't. The ones I picked up were not poisonous, they wouldn't eat dead people." After pausing for a moment, he continued, "Don't tell anyone, understand?"

Even if word of this spread, no one would believe it. Not only did they not believe it, they would even be scolded by the villagers.

Li Qingfeng nodded and replied.

Just then, Mrs. Zhao came back with a hoe on her stomach. Li Qingling called her mother and took the hoe from her hands.

Li Qingfeng also shouted and ran over to pour some water. He carefully brought it in front of Mrs. Zhao and said, "Mother, wash your hands."

Mrs. Zhao quickly took it and placed it beside the stove. When she saw the big pot with the lid, she asked with a smile, "What did you cook? "It smells so good …"

Li Qingling walked up to lift the lid of the wok, and looked at the mushrooms in the wok with his eyes as he faintly said: "When I was walking up the mountain, I met an old white-haired grandpa. He told me that this kind of hair pit is edible, and I had already eaten it with little brother at noon." She did not know if Mrs. Zhao believed her words.

After a long while, she could not hear a sound. She anxiously raised her head to look at Mrs. Zhao, only to see him trembling from head to toe.

She panicked all of a sudden, took two steps forward, and helped Mrs. Zhao sit on the chair. Her mouth was wide open, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't know where to start.

Li Qingling looked at her back that seemed to be pressed down, and felt that she did not believe what she had said. It was possible that she thought that because she and her brother were too hungry, they would eat these mushrooms that would kill people.

"Mother …" Li Qingfeng was still young, and did not understand why Mrs. Zhao was crying. She only saw that her mother was crying, and he also started to cry as well.

Looking at the two people who were crying, Li Qingfeng's heart was extremely sour, and his tears also unobediently flowed out.

After crying for an unknown amount of time, Mrs. Zhao was still crying. Li Qingling was afraid that if she continued to cry, it would not be good for her baby, so he tried to console her in a low voice.

Mrs. Zhao slowly stopped crying, she raised her head and looked tearfully at her daughter and son, then stood up and picked up a spoon and filled the bowl up, without saying a word, she started taking big bites out of it.

Seeing the despair on Mrs. Zhao's face, Li Qing Ling's heart trembled, she probably wanted to die so everyone could die together with her?

"Sis …" Li Qingfeng took a look at the pot and raised his head to call Li Qingling.

Li Qingling pursed his lips, filled two bowls of mushrooms, and pushed one bowl towards him.