C1 Transit

Zhang Xiaoyu opened her eyes for the thirtieth time. She was still looking at the dilapidated, gray, musty little house.

Other than the wooden bed beneath him, there was nothing else that could be considered furniture.

The ground was made of mud. Yes, you didn't see wrongly, it was made of mud, and it was also a bumpy, uneven surface.

The window was made of a piece of wood. There was a wooden frame with a few pieces of smooth, round wood sticking out from it. A piece of gauze was used to nail down the window. This was a window.

And it was the only window in the house, small, perched on the wall, near the eaves.

There were only two rooms in this house, one inside and one outside. The window was in the inner and one outside. There was a door between the inner and the outer room, and the door outside was the only way out.

Both rooms were made of mud, and the roof was thatched.

There was no kitchen, no latrine (bathroom), nothing but these two rooms.

Zhang Xiaoyu sighed. It was truly depressing, truly lamentable!

Why was her life so bitter!

When she first arrived, she didn't believe it. She thought it was just a dream, but one day, two days, three days … A month had passed, and she was still here.

"Xiaoyu? Xiaoyu? Are you up yet? Your brothers all went down to the ground, and the sun was already setting on their butts! " Was this her dream?

No, it's her mother's surname is Zhao, and her name is Zhao Qun. She's 42 years old, and I heard that her father, who is my grandpa, wants everything in the family to be in groups.

"Sigh!" "Alright, I'll be up soon." Zhang Xiaoyu replied loudly. No, she was not called Zhang Xiaoyu, but Zhang Xiaoyu. The owner of this body was born on a rainy day, so she was named Zhang Xiaoyu. She was 10 years old this year. The female lead's name was Zhang Xiaoyu, but Zhang Xiaoyu was the only one who went out to do business!)

When she had just arrived, Zhang Xiaoyu had caught a cold from being drenched in the rain. She had nearly met the King of Hell. The only reason she had nearly survived was of course because she had come and occupied this body.

She remembered that when she first opened her eyes and looked at this house, she thought it was all just a dream. "Xiaoyu, you're finally awake. If you don't wake up, what will Mother do?" Zhao Qun choked with sobs, tears streaming down her rough and yellowed face. Afraid that Xiaoyu would be upset, Zhao Qun hurriedly wiped her face with her sleeve.

Hm? Who is this person? Why are you crying? Was he acting?

"You must be hungry. Mom got you something to eat." Zhao Qun staggered along. She had been worried for days, and her body couldn't take it anymore.

Zhao Qun immediately walked over to Xiaoyu with a coarse bowl in her hand. "Come, Xiaoyu, have some. Mother made some good food for you." Zhao Qun helped Xiaoyu up and sat her down on the bed, passing the bowl to Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu looked doubtfully at the woman, who wore a cloth and neat green patched clothes. Why was she so nice to her? It seemed like she had never seen her before. Why was she called 'Mother'? This dream was so real!

She just happened to be hungry. Regardless of whether it was a dream or not, she had to eat some. Her stomach was about to burst from hunger.

"Thank you." Xiaoyu took it and thanked the aunt.

Who knew that the woman worriedly touched her forehead, "You don't have a fever, why are you spouting nonsense? It seems that I'll have to boil some medicine later. The medicine that Doctor Yang prescribed can be fried again." Zhao Qun muttered to herself.