After crossing, I was forced to hold on to my thighs and build a kingdom

The winter sun lazily shines through the simple window lattice and onto the faces of the people inside the house.

The girl seemed to sense something, her thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and then slowly opened. What came into view were several crisscrossing wooden beams above her head. Jin Chu's originally confused eyes suddenly became more surprised and confused.

After a while, she gave a silent bitter smile, and her mind became clear.

Yes, he had traveled to this fictional Jin Dynasty two days ago, and brought a six-year-old child with him. He was currently penniless and faced the dilemma of being tortured to death if he married, and starving to death or freezing to death if he didn't.

Damn it! I just helped an old man out of kindness, and you gave me a script-killing game that's so difficult to play. Is that fair?

In his heart, Jin Chu roared towards the sky like Master Ma, wishing he could slap God twice.

Well, no matter how difficult the script-killing game is, I have to take it on. After all, it is a great honor to be able to live again.

Silently reciting the inspirational chicken soup of "My destiny is in my own hands, God is merciful, and before God bestows a great responsibility on a person, he must first test his mind and will with suffering, his muscles and bones with toil, and his body with hunger...", Jin Chu finally sat up slowly and put on his gray and patched heavy cotton jacket.

Glancing at Zhao'er who was still sleeping across from him, Jin Chu gently picked up the mottled bronze mirror on the low table and looked at his new face.

The young girl is in her twenties, with a slightly raised corner of her lips on her oval face, a pair of big eyes with distinct black and white that are clear and bright, and a straight nose with a bit of coldness. At first glance, she has an innocent and stubborn character.

Further down is a slender neck. It has to be said that youth means a good foundation.

After resting last night, the wound on Jin Chu's neck had recovered a lot. A light scab had formed on the surface, and the hideous dark purple scar had obviously become lighter. Even the burning dull pain in his throat had eased a lot, and there was no unbearable stinging sensation when swallowing.

It was still early outside. She got out of bed quietly and slowly looked around the farmyard.

The three main rooms have walls made of adobe and wooden beams, which are covered with flexible and dense bamboo mats, and the roof is covered with thick thatch.

Although it is not good-looking, it is warm in winter and cool in summer.

There was a small square table and two simple and crude chairs in the main room, one of which had a missing leg and a stone placed under it.

In the west room, there is also a square couch against the wall. The couch is empty. Next to the couch is a small table with a small wooden box on it, which is used to place trivial items. On the opposite wall are several bamboo hats, with several baskets and some simple farm tools placed underneath. It is obviously used as a storage room.

Jinchu lived in the east room with Zhao'er. There were two quilts rolled up on a spacious couch, with the brother and sister sitting on each side. There was also a small table next to the couch. In the innermost position, there were two large boxes for storing clothes.

Jinchu opened the wooden box and found it was empty.

Walking out of the door, there was a kitchen on the west side. A thin layer of broken ice had formed in half a tank of water, and a half-frozen water scoop was floating in it.

There was a large stove against the wall opposite, on which were placed five or six frozen hard steamed buns. These were the meals sent by Mrs. Sun.

Jin Chu broke off a small piece with force and put it in his mouth. It was sour and astringent, completely different from the multi-grain steamed buns he had occasionally eaten in his previous life.

She chewed slowly for a long time, drank two sips of cold water, and then swallowed the steamed bread with her neck stretched.

Being too hungry to think, Jin Chu quickly took three steamed buns and put them into the pot. He then fumbled with the flint to light the stove. After a while, the steamed buns were heated up.

"Sister." Zhao'er, who had woken up at some point, rubbed his eyes and squatted beside her, rubbing her affectionately.

"Go wash your face and get ready for breakfast." Jin Chu gently pushed the young boy and urged him.

When she placed the steamed buns on the small table by the stove, Zhao'er came in again. The buns were steaming hot from the pot, and the young boy didn't mind the heat, so he grabbed one and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Eat slowly, be careful not to choke." Jin Chu reminded, then reached out and grabbed one.

"Sister, during the days when you were in a coma, Zhao'er had to eat cold food. Today, I finally get to eat hot food!" Zhao'er couldn't wait to swallow a mouthful of steamed bun and squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

The steamed cornbread that was hard to swallow before now seemed like a delicacy in the eyes of the child.

Jin Chu couldn't help but feel sad again. Is this what they call children from poor families growing up early?

As a young woman living in a peaceful and prosperous era, she had been eating white flour steamed buns for as long as she could remember. Improved steamed cornbread and multi-grain pancakes were a novelty that only occasionally appeared on the table in recent years, following the trend toward green food and healthy eating.

At the time, she boasted, "This wowotou is quite delicious, not worse than steamed buns. Why did only poor people eat it in ancient times?"

Now that I have really tasted this authentic steamed corn bread, I know that this steamed corn bread is different from that other steamed corn bread, and I also realize how superficial and ridiculous I was back then.

It didn't matter that she ate almost nothing, but Zhao'er was a six-year-old child who was in the growth stage and could not be raised like this.

Touching his skinny little arms, and thinking about her own thin waist that could be held in one hand, she saw the hard-to-swallow steamed buns in front of her. It seemed that the brother and sister had been eating them for quite some time.

Food, clothing, housing and transportation are the four basic needs of life.

The word "food" is the first and foremost issue.

She had just arrived and was unfamiliar with the place, so it was better for her to stay still than to move, and she must not act rashly.

But Sun had already torn her face off and would never treat her and her brother well again. This meant that even such hard-to-swallow steamed buns would not last for many days.

He who knows the times is a hero, and people should live in the present.

The most urgent task is to solve the problem of food for the two siblings. If she continues to confront Sun head-on, nothing good will come of it. Even for the sake of the young boy in front of her, she has to learn to be flattering and coax Sun first to ensure that the two siblings can safely get through this cold winter.

As for the rest of the things, they can be put aside in the face of survival.

Jin Chu chewed the steamed bun without any taste, his brows furrowed unconsciously and he fell into deep thought.

It wasn't until he heard the little boy's cry again that he suddenly raised his head and asked in confusion: "Zhao'er?"

The little fellow had already finished the steamed bun in his hand. He pointed at the third remaining steamed bun in the cage and smiled at her with a hint of embarrassment: "Sister, would you like to split it with Zhao'er?"

Jin Chu suddenly realized that the child was still hungry, but was too embarrassed to eat alone!

She shook the remaining half of the steamed bread in her hand and said, "Sister hasn't finished eating yet, and she's almost finished. Zhao'er, you don't have to share with me, just eat it yourself!"

"Sister, are you really not going to eat?" the young boy asked again uncertainly.

Jinchu shook her head affirmatively: "Sister has a small appetite and is already full. Zhao'er is still growing, so Zhao'er needs to eat more."

Seeing that Jinchu really didn't want to eat it, the young boy grabbed the third steamed bun and started eating it attentively again.

Glancing at the three remaining steamed buns on the stove, Jin Chu silently said to herself that eating was a big problem, as she had to meet that Sun again tomorrow!