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After walking for about four or five minutes, just when Zheng Yuan felt like he was going to faint on the road, he finally saw his original home's dilapidated home.

A mud-brick house made of a mixture of soil and straw came into view, just like Zheng Yuan's rural hometown when he was a child. However, the house was low, probably no more than 2.5 meters high, with a thatched roof and mud ground. There was also a wooden fence around the outside, which looked quite old.

After pushing open the door and going in, he asked his two eldest sons to help Zheng Yuan to the original body's room. The original body lived in the west wing next to the main hall, with the kitchen on the side.

When she opened the door, a damp and gray smell hit her nose. Zheng Yuan frowned, but now was not the time to be picky. Zheng Yuan sat on the bed and told her two sons to go out. She had to lie down and calm down. She could think of other things after she stopped dizziness. This concussion meant she had to lie down and not move, and she couldn't waste her energy.

It was not comfortable lying on this narrow and hard bed, but Zheng Yuan was badly injured by the collision in the morning, so he fell asleep in a daze.

Outside the house, Dashu and Erhe were talking quietly under the eaves, afraid of disturbing Zheng Yuan.

"Brother, do you think Mom will be okay? Should we go ask Uncle Chen to take a look?"

The Uncle Chen that Erhe was talking about was the barefoot doctor in the village. As he worked as an assistant in the pharmacy in the town in his early years, he knew a little about treating illnesses. Usually, if someone in the village had a headache or fever and was reluctant to go to the clinic in the town, they would go to him for a check-up. He would spend a few cents to prescribe some medicine for the patient to boil and drink.

Erhe pondered for a while, then said with a sad face, "But we don't have any money, and Uncle Chen doesn't sell on credit. If we call mom now, I'm afraid we'll get scolded again. Let's wait a little longer and ask her when she wakes up. Besides, Aunt Duan was still lying on the ground when we left, and we don't know if she will blackmail us..."

As they were talking, Dashu's new daughter-in-law Xu Hui Niang pushed open the door and walked in, carrying a basket of firewood on her back and a basket in her hand filled with some edible wild vegetables.

Dashu quickly stood up and helped put down the firewood on his wife's back. Sanni also came out of the kitchen, stammered for a while, and finally said nothing. She took the basket of vegetables from her sister-in-law and prepared to make breakfast.

Seeing the three brothers and sisters looking so sad, Xu Hui Niang asked, "What happened?"

Dashu repeated the story of how Old Lady Zheng had a fight with Old Lady Duan under the old locust tree this morning, and then she fell to the ground, hit her head and passed out. Xu Huiniang listened, glanced at her mother-in-law's room, and finally said nothing.

Xu Hui Niang had just married into the Chen family at the beginning of the year, and her biggest feeling towards this mother-in-law was fear. Although Mrs. Zheng didn't treat her harshly, she had a strong personality and the whole family was under her control. She didn't dare to point fingers at her mother-in-law's behavior, otherwise she would be scolded again.

Xu Hui Niang didn't dare to speak. She brushed off the dust on her body and walked to the kitchen in silence, intending to help San Ni prepare breakfast. She would be scolded for not having any food when Old Lady Zheng woke up.

Zheng Yuan felt dizzy and didn't sleep well. He slept for more than two hours and woke up because he was hungry. He opened his eyes and looked at the low and cramped room. He couldn't react for a while. When he thought of what happened this morning, he touched the big bump on his head and sighed deeply. If he thought he was dreaming in the morning, he had to accept his fate when he woke up.

She, Zheng Yuan, seemed to have really traveled through time.

No matter what, let's get up and find something to fill our stomach. We can't starve to death in this dark little house before we think of a way to get back.

Zheng Yuan sat up and let his eyes adjust. He could barely see the layout of the bedroom.

The roof was low, with wooden beams on top and a thatched roof. It looked like it was only about 80-90 square meters. Zheng Yuan was sitting on a wooden bed. Next to the bed was a large black cabinet with a box of the same color on top. In the corner of the bed, there was a pile of messy things, and it was hard to tell what they were.

The only source of light in the room is a small window next to the door. It's called a window, but it's just a frame made of window paper of some unknown kind and installed in a hole in the wall. It can't be opened freely.

She got out of bed by holding onto the bed frame and barely saw a pair of tattered embroidered shoes. She slipped on them, trying to hold back the dizziness and nausea that still made her feel a little, and walked out tremblingly.

The door opened with a creaky sound, startling the two brothers who were hesitating whether to come in to see whether Zheng Yuan was dead or alive.

Erhe scratched his head awkwardly and said, "Mom, you're awake. Are you still feeling uncomfortable? Do you want Uncle Chen to come and take a look?"

Zheng Yuan, who had never had a long-term relationship, was suddenly approached by someone and called "mom", and the person was such a young man. He felt mixed emotions for a moment.

After a moment's hesitation, Zheng Yuan recalled the tone of his original body's conversation with his children and replied in a rough voice: "Much better, just rest and you'll be fine, why spend all that money!"

It's not that Zheng Yuan really thinks he's fine. It's mainly because of the backward medical conditions in the ancient countryside. The uncle Chen that Erhe mentioned is just a barefoot doctor. Zheng Yuan thinks that he can't see any tricks for concussion. He just prescribed some herbal medicines to calm the nerves and replenish qi. Thinking about the taste of the Chinese medicine, forget it.

As she was speaking, Chen Sanni also walked out of the kitchen. When she saw Zheng Yuan, she called out timidly, like a cat seeing a mouse: "Mom, you're awake. It's time to eat." Then she stood aside with her head lowered, like a saw-mouthed gourd, afraid that she would be scolded again.

I searched through my mind and recalled the memories of my third daughter.

Zheng Yuan was speechless. This old woman didn't beat the child, but her deep-rooted patriarchal ideology made her look down on her little daughter and tilt all resources towards her three sons. She would always say things like "You're a money-loser, you little bitch, I'll marry you off in a few years..." Poor Sanni, she developed a timid personality under this long-term verbal violence.

Feeling that Zheng Yuan was looking at her, Chen Sanni looked up and shrank to the side in fear. Zheng Yuan sighed inwardly, said nothing more, and walked towards the kitchen.

I walked into the kitchen with my body lowered, and couldn't help but complain that if this broken door was any lower, I would hit my head. At least it was brighter than the bedroom, and I could see the whole kitchen clearly.

The roof was also low, but the beams had been blackened and greasy by the smoke and fumes from cooking for many years. There was a pile of pig grass piled against the wall at the entrance, and a large chopping board beside it, where Xu Hui Niang was squatting and chopping the pig grass.

On the wall opposite the door was a cabinet that looked very old, with all sorts of things in it. In the middle was a table that looked shaky, with a pot of food of unknown substance on it. Further in was the stove, with fire still emitting from the stove hole. Behind the stove was a window facing the vegetable garden behind the house, and knives, chopstick baskets, and bags of other things were hung on the wall.

Xu Hui Niang quickly stood up, moved the bench beside the table and helped Zheng Yuan sit down. Zheng Yuan stumbled and almost fell to the ground due to the wobbly bench and uneven ground. He couldn't help but sigh, finally knowing what it was like to be penniless.