Poor little thing is eating melons and watching the drama in the period literature

Cheng Wuyang closed his eyes and received the memories of this body.

It is now September 1969. This body is also called Cheng Wuyang. He was one of the educated youth who went to the countryside. He was too spoiled and could not adapt to the various smells on the train, so he accidentally suffocated himself to death.

Cheng Wuyang sniffed the smell in the car and thought it was okay. It was better than the smell of rotting corpses in the apocalypse.

Yu Qingtang didn’t know that the poor little guy opposite had a new heart, and turned out to be a mind-reading psychic from the end of the world.

She was arguing with the system: "These are all innocent people. Wouldn't it be better if we cut off their bad luck in advance?"

"These people are destined to be implicated by the hero and heroine. Disrupting the plot in advance will disrupt their fate. The host only needs to help them survive the inevitable death of the plot. Whether the rest of their lives are good or bad is up to them."

"What fate? This is just a plot kill."

Thinking of the various novels he had read before, Yu Qingtang complained: "I don't think there will be any male and female protagonists who are controlled by the plot in the future."

System: “…There will be.”

The host is really easy to understand, saving it a lot of time explaining.

"Novel writing is inherently subjective, but this is a real world where everyone has their own thoughts. Maybe the hero or heroine will make choices that don't fit the plot, which is also called the awakening of autonomous consciousness."

"When encountering such a situation, the host does not need to intervene, just let it go and watch the show quietly."

Just as Cheng Wuyang was shocked by the news he heard, the reborn heroine next door started making a big fuss.

Because the distance to the countryside is quite far, we usually have to spend the night on the train. In that era when material things were scarce, we had to bring our own food, quilts, etc.

Su Nianru was rummaging through the backpack that Cha Minghui was carrying. She took out a lunch box and some money from it. Cha Minghui tried to stop her with an ugly look on his face, but she dodged him.

"Su-Nian-Ru"

Su Nianru was not afraid of him at all: "Why are you shouting? I was the one who gave you these, but now I don't want to give them to you anymore."

Wang Shuangyan's bag was also snatched away, and she screamed, "Don't touch my things."

"What are your things? They are all mine. Now I am just returning them to their original owners."

"That's enough, Su Nianru, don't go too far."

Su Nianru was so angry that she smashed the bag on Cha Minghui's face: "Who is going too far? You eat my food and use my things. You help Wang Shuangyan whenever there is something wrong. And you still have the nerve to say that you are just friends. Do you hug and kiss my friends?"

Someone in the audience shouted back to her, "No!"

Cha Minghui's face flushed and his lips opened and closed.

Wang Shuangyan looked at Su Nianru with tears in her eyes.

She was pretty, and she was wearing a blue plaid Dacron skirt. Her expression really earned her sympathy from a few idiots.

"You are friends, how can you take back what you gave away?"

"That's right, if you can't afford it, don't be so generous in the first place."

Some people maintained a neutral attitude, saying, "Oh, this is someone else's business, we should just watch the fun."

"Anyway, these are my belongings and my money. If I say I won't give them to you, then I won't give them to you. If you want to steal them, I'll call the police."

Su Nianru looked at the two with disdain: "Based on your family background, if I wasn't living as well as I am now, how dare you hide it from me and have an affair with me behind my back."

"What kind of family are you from? The police will know that you cannot come up with so much money and bills. Then you will be scammers and robbers." The two men were a little scared when they heard this.

Su Nianru did not expect to deal with the two men in one go. She snatched back her things and put them close to her. She decided to eat all the steamed buns in the lunch box and share the remaining ones with the children around her.

Yu Qingtang got another golden melon seed, and now he is still in debt of 6 golden melon seeds.

She happily told the system: "It would be nice if there were more people as noisy as the Reborn Heroine."

......

"Bread, peanuts, fried dough twists... Whose luggage is this? Move it out of the way."

Yu Qingtang heard the flight attendant's call and glanced curiously.

She had heard similar sounds when she took the train to college.

Beer, drinks, melon seeds, betel nuts...

Yu Qingxu thought Yu Qingtang wanted to buy something, "Sister, what do you want to eat?"

Yu Qingtang came back to his senses when he heard Yu Qingxu's voice: "No need."

There were a lot of things on the cart pushed by the flight attendant, but the types were limited. They were all very common agricultural and sideline products. The Yu family had no shortage of these foods.

By noon, the two of them had not bought lunch boxes for the train. Yu Qingtang put the Lao Gan Ma from Chaoli into a clean glass bottle and took it out.

Yu Qingxu looked at her suspiciously: "Where did this come from?"

Yu Qingtang did not intend to confess that she was not the original owner, but she also did not want to be wronged. It would be too unfair to the supermarket if she could hold such a big supermarket but could not move it.

"I bought it."

Believe it or not, he had already tried it last time and it was real.

Upon hearing this, Yu Qingxu quickly lowered his voice and asked, "Did you go to the black market?"

"That place is so dangerous, don't go there again."

Yu Qingtang scooped a spoonful of food onto the big white steamed bun in his hand and said, "Eat."

Yu Qingxu lowered his head and took a bite: "It smells so good."

Yu Qingtang also scooped a sip for herself. She was from Hunan and had a strong taste.

She happened to travel back to this era when very little oil is used in cooking, and now she doesn't feel sick of a mouthful of oil.

Cheng Wuyang took out a lunch box, which contained white rice and braised pork. The original owner's family was really good to him.

But he also wanted to eat Lao Gan Ma. Cheng Wuyang looked at Yu Qingtang with sharp eyes and said, "Comrade, I will exchange two pieces of braised pork for a spoonful of sauce with you, okay?"

His braised pork was made by Cheng's mother herself. It had a crystal clear color and looked very appetizing.

Yu Qingtang asked Yu Qingxu: "Do you want it?"

Yu Qingxu shook his head. He now felt that this sauce was more fragrant than the braised pork.

When Cheng Wuyang thought the deal couldn't be concluded, Yu Qingtang scooped a spoonful of Lao Gan Ma for him and handed his steamed bun to him: "Put it on the bun, thank you."

There are quite a few children on the bus, most of them are brought by old ladies.

When Cheng Wuyang took out the braised pork, all the children's eyes focused on him, and Yu Qingtang even heard some of the children slurping their saliva quietly.

Fortunately, there was no one who said, "He's just a child, why did you give him so much meat to eat?"

To be honest, Yu Qingtang was quite disappointed.

The train rattled all the way to the Bashu area, and Yu Qingtang and his companions got off in a small county town. After getting off the train, they were arranged to stay in a guesthouse by the Youth League Office.

Four people lived in one room, and Yu Qingtang lived with Jiang Wei, Su Nianru and Wang Shuangyan.

"Gather at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning. People from various teams will come to lead you. Everyone, have a good rest today."