Travel to ancient times and become rich women with your bestie

"This...it seems that Mrs. Duan and Mrs. Zheng have lost their temper! Village chief! Village chief! What should we do?"

"Are you really out of breath?! Not really."

"These two old ladies are really hot-tempered!"

"We've been enemies for so many years! Every time we meet, we fight like black-eyed chickens. Now it's over."

"Hurry up and send someone to notify Dashu and Tao'er."

......

Zheng Yuan was sleeping soundly when she suddenly felt like she was in a square. Eight hundred uncles and aunts were dancing around her, "Three women are surrounding you..." She was confused. Was it upstairs or downstairs that was being renovated or doing business? What time was it? She didn't hear the alarm ringing, which meant it wasn't even seven o'clock yet. How precious is sleep for office workers? She got grumpy when she woke up, and immediately wanted to argue with them.

I tried to open my eyes, but they seemed to be glued shut and I couldn't. My body felt limp when I moved, my head was buzzing, and my head was splitting with pain. It felt like I was being hammered eight hundred times by a sledgehammer, yelling "Hammer! Eighty! Eighty! Eighty..." What happened? Did I catch a bad cold after sleeping?

I tried to support myself with my hands, but when I moved my fingers, what happened? I didn't feel the soft blanket, but it felt like I was sleeping on the mud.

Could it be that I was fantasizing with my bestie last night about the happy life after winning 20 million in lottery, and imagined myself waking up in an 800-meter-long bed, and then I fell off the bed because of my unruly sleeping posture?

That shouldn’t be the case. Although I’m not a germaphobe, I can’t tolerate the floor of the room being so dirty.

Just as he was thinking about it, voices of "Mom! Mom!" came from far away, and then suddenly a pair of hands pressed on Zheng Yuan's shoulders and began to shake him hard.

"Mom! Mom! You can't die! What will happen to us brothers and sisters if you die! Wuuuuuu..."

Zheng Yuan's already groggy head was almost knocked out by the shaking. He tried hard to open his eyes and wanted to curse. He gathered his strength and opened his eyes slightly. The sunlight pierced his eyes and he looked at the person who shook him. What's going on?

I saw a boy in his teens hugging me and crying, calling "Mom! Mom!" Immersed in his own sadness, he didn't notice Zheng Yuan moving. Zheng Yuan turned his head to see the surroundings clearly. When he looked around, a lot of question marks flashed across his head.

There were people wearing ancient short shirts around them, and above them was a huge locust tree. Turning his head slightly, he could vaguely see an old woman in her forties lying next to him. All around him were dilapidated thatched adobe houses. This... Even in the countryside when Zheng Yuan was born in 1997, he had never seen such a poor village. Did they fall asleep and get sent to Hengdian to film?

My opinion wasn't sought.

Zheng Yuan's mind was in a mess. Just as she was about to ask, she suddenly felt a headache again. A stream of memories appeared in her mind like a movie. Wow! This is a painless way to become a mother.

Zheng Yuan, a 26-year-old single, unmarried woman, traveled directly to ancient times, skipping the process of falling in love, getting married, and having children, and skipping eight years of her prime years, and directly skipped the age of thirty and came to the age of 34, with three sons and one daughter. The most amazing thing is that her husband died.

Wow! Zheng Yuan exclaimed, “Wow!”

As for why she was lying on the muddy ground, Zheng Yuan was speechless. The original body had a mortal enemy in the village, who was also a widow. The two of them should have sympathized with each other, but because of some trivial matters, the hatred between them grew deeper and deeper, and now they would fight each other whenever they met.

As for what caused the feud in the first place, Old Lady Zheng's memory was vague.

This morning, the two sworn enemies got up early to work in the fields and met under the old locust tree. Neither of them gave in. They started fighting because the original body provoked them and dug up an old almanac from a few years ago. The villagers around them had pulled away, but the original body said something mean, "I don't want to argue with you, a hen that can't lay eggs!"

The Duan woman had been married to Lao Huaiqing for more than ten years and had three daughters. Although she gave birth to three children, in the ancient context, if a woman did not give birth to a son, she was considered unlucky. The original body relied on the fact that she had given birth to three sons to fight with Duan woman. She knew that this was a thorn in Duan woman's heart, but she always used this to poke Duan woman's lungs.

When Duan Pozi heard this, she was furious. With all her old hatreds and new grudges, she rushed towards Zheng Pozi. But Zheng Pozi, who was stubborn, was not a pushover. Seeing Duan Pozi rushing towards her, she did not dodge but rushed towards her. Before the people around could stop her, the two old women collided head-on.

With a bang, the two old women fainted on the ground with resentment rising to the sky. What kind of thing was this?

Then Zheng Yuan came.

The boy holding Zheng Yuan is the eldest son of the original body, named Chen Changxing, nicknamed Dashu. Although he is a boy, Chen Changxing is actually married. At the beginning of the year, he married Xu Huiniang from Xujiaping next door. However, due to the lack of nutrition in ancient times, and the early marriage, he is only sixteen years old this year, which is just a junior high school student in modern times, not just a boy.

The three little kids kneeling on the ground sobbing were the original body's second son Chen Changhe, nicknamed Erhe, thirteen years old this year; the third daughter Chen Sanniu, ten years old this year, because she is a girl, her nickname and full name are the same; the youngest son Sizhu, six years old this year, because he is not yet seven years old and has not yet been given a full name.

Due to years of malnutrition, the children were all skinny and pale, and their clothes were patched up. As for the eldest daughter-in-law, it seemed that she was sent to the back mountain by the original body to look for firewood and wild vegetables in the morning.

Zheng Yuan roughly thought about the family situation of the original body, and a wave of despair surged in his heart. This start was too explosive! He wanted to stick it out again, and closed his eyes tightly, but it was useless except that he felt more dizzy and wanted to vomit.

Oh~ Get up first. It’s not a good idea to lie on the muddy ground and listen to these little brats crying for you.

"Big tree."

Dashu was busy crying and did not hear his mother's faint cry.

Zheng Yuan: You are really my good son...

"Big tree!"

Zheng Yuan used some strength and raised his hand at the same time, finally attracting the attention of the people watching nearby.

"Dashu! Your mother is awake!"

"Ah? Hiccup~"

Dashu was crying so hard that he was reminded by a fellow villager. He looked down and hiccupped under the gaze of his mother, who looked constipated. Then he cried even harder. The three little ones also cried even louder.

Zheng Yuan: ...

My son! I know you love me deeply, but can we go home first? Being watched like monkeys in a zoo is driving your mother crazy.

He pinched Dashu's hand and said, "Dashu, let's go home first."

Dashu hurriedly wiped the snot, tears and saliva on his face with his sleeves, and was about to pick up Zheng Yuan. Zheng Yuan looked at his sleeves covered with snot and saliva, and hurriedly stopped: "No need! No need! Help me up, I will walk back by myself." Dashu was a simple and honest man, and he did whatever his mother said. Erhe also came over to help Zheng Yuan up. Zheng Yuan slowly stood up and felt dizzy, probably because of a concussion.

Seeing that the mother and her two children were going home, the villagers who were surrounding them automatically dispersed. After all, the original body was not someone to be trifled with. Mrs. Duan was still lying on the ground. If Mrs. Zheng could not find a source of resentment and blamed herself, she would be in trouble for no reason.

Zheng Yuan didn't know what the villagers were thinking. She just wanted to go home, very much. She found a flat place to lie down. After she stood up, she felt even more dizzy and wanted to vomit. These two aunts were really angry. They were not big buffaloes, but they still hit each other head-on. They even had a concussion.

Zheng Yuan glanced at Mrs. Duan who was still lying there, and silently said in her heart: "I'm sorry, Auntie, it wasn't me who hit you. I'm still dizzy and I won't care about you for now."

There were three girls sobbing quietly around Mrs. Duan, probably her three daughters. Since her family was in charge, Zheng Yuan left with less psychological burden.