C1

Ten thousand scenes, twenty-one years, summer.

The drought that happened only once in a hundred years had engulfed almost the entire Great Wei.

For three months in a row, farmland in the southeast region, especially in Sichuan, was abandoned and there were no crops to be harvested.

In addition to the exorbitant taxes and the bullying of officials, many people had been starving throughout the year, and had become food for their children. There were also countless people who had been forced to rebel against the rule of Mount Liang.

Facing the rebel army's rebellion, the Emperor Wu of Wei was furious and ordered his subordinate, the Great General, to go and suppress it.

Not long after the heavy rain, the air was still filled with the rejuvenating smell of earth.

Ah Jin placed a jar of water on the earth stove to boil, and carefully placed it inside a missing clay bowl, and waited until it was almost cold before bringing it to the mouth of the lady lying on the bed.

"Mother, please wake up and drink some water."

Su Zhi was still in a daze, and her head was aching. She vaguely remembered the frightened expression of the passengers when the plane crash had happened, as well as the flight attendant who forcefully tried to calm her down.

My head hurts...

"Mother? Wake up. "

Someone was nudging her, sounding anxious, one moment reaching out to touch her forehead, the next moment trying to give her water.

After Su Zhi slowly adapted to it, she struggled to open her heavy eyelids. The one who entered her sight was a boy around five years old.

He was looking at Su Zhi with a face filled with worry. His black and white eyes still had some mist left behind them, and were slightly red and swollen.

Little shota! Which family's child?

"Mom, you're finally awake."

Seeing Su Zhi opening his eyes and looking at him, the little boy squinted his eyes in joy, like a bright new moon.

"Little Pancake, come over quickly. Mother is awake."

Accompanied by a burst of babbling sounds, a small head popped out from the bedside once again. Su Zhi looked carefully and saw that it was a cute little girl.

The child was about two or three years old. Although he was adorable, his clothes were tattered and he didn't even have a decent piece of clothing.

Su Zhi rubbed her temples that hurt, and looked around, only to see herself lying on a wooden bed made of straw.

In addition to the shabby square wooden table, there was only a dark wooden cabinet and two broken cans used to receive the rain. It was unknown when the crooked windows were hung up.

This was what happened to the four walls of a household!

After Su Zhi regained her senses, she subconsciously raised her hands.

These hands were not hers. She had been pampered ever since she was little. She would never have a pair of shriveled, shriveled hands like these. This body was also not hers! Thinking back to the plane crash, she sighed and accepted the fact that she had crossed over.

It looked like he was out of luck. He had caught up with the big trend, but he didn't manage to get into a good family. Everyone else belonged to the princess and his wife.

Su Zhi facepalmed, and glanced at the two little fellows who were staring at her anxiously, and said: I am not your mother, and am forced back.

She didn't have experience as a mother. Before the plane crash, she was still on her way to England to be an exchange student. When she opened her eyes again, she had already become their mother.

"Mom, does your wound still hurt?"

Ah Jin gazed at the bruise on her forehead, his eyes revealing pain and worry.

"Hoo hoo, it won't hurt."

The two year old little girl propped up her feet and seriously blew on her wound.

Su Zhi's face was covered in blood as she consoled her, "Mother is fine, just that her brain was struck, there are a lot of things that I can't remember."

For example, why was there only the three of them in the family, and where was the child's father? Seeing how dilapidated this house was, it couldn't be an unlucky widow, right?

Ah Jin very sensibly passed her a bowl of water, and then took out half a potato, which was not even the size of his fist.

"Mom, I'll give it to you to eat."

Before she could receive the half of the sweet potato, Ah Jin's stomach let out a long sound of "Gu Gu".

He embarrassedly touched his belly as his cheeks flushed.

Su Zhi laughed, then pushed him back to her hand that was holding the sweet potato, "Eat it yourself."

"Ah Jin is not hungry, give it to mother to eat."

Su Zhi looked at the two skinny, obviously malnourished little bun, and felt her heart ache a little.

She got out of bed and prepared to cook. When the rice jar was opened, there was only a thick layer of dust inside, not a single grain of rice!

It was a difficult task for a woman to make a meal.

She wandered around for a while, but other than the half of the sweet potato the boy had just given her, she could not find any other food that could be cooked.

"Ah Jin, where's your father?"

Su Zhi rubbed her head, feeling disheartened, this family was broke from the core of the earth, and could not even open a pot.

Without a man to manage their livelihood, it would be impossible for them to pull two children by relying on a weak woman.