The Bad Girl's Quick Transmigration System: Traveling Back and Forth

The setting sun, like molten gold, gently bathed the revitalized land of the neighborhood near Beehive. Wisps of smoke rose from the scattered, new houses, and the air was filled with the aroma of food and the fragrance of earth. Beneath the old locust tree at the street corner, several elderly villagers gathered as usual, some fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans, some mending shoe soles, and chatting about family matters. Someone first mentioned "those girls," and the noisy voices gradually died down. A mixture of gratitude, longing, and warmth, like the roots of the old locust tree, quietly spread throughout everyone's heart.

Sitting in the middle of the crowd was Aunt Liu Cuihua, a woman in her fifties with a few gray hairs, but a spirited presence. She was picking beans fresh from her garden. Hearing this, she paused, her cloudy eyes slowly filling with tears. She looked up at the rolling hills in the distance, and it seemed as if she could once again see the lively smiles of the female soldiers in the squadron. Those girls, clad in leather armor and uniforms, their faces still childish but their eyes resolute, stepped through the morning dew, singing military songs as they entered this neighborhood once ravaged by war and banditry.

"Oh, what a pity," Aunt Liu sighed, her voice a little hoarse, but with a clarity that could see through the years. "But the looks of those girls, the things they did, are etched in my mind as if they happened just yesterday. I can't erase them."

Uncle Wang, who was standing nearby, puffed on his pipe, took a deep drag, and slowly blew out smoke rings before adding, "That's right, Aunt Liu. Back then, our Qingyufang had just been plundered by the bandits from the Black Wind Village, and then a drought hit. The fields were completely barren, and we couldn't get a single grain of harvest. It was truly a desperate situation. Villagers starved to death, fled the famine, and the rest were emaciated with pale faces and dull eyes. If it weren't for Lin Wei and her squad of female soldiers, it's hard to say whether our village could have survived."

"Yes, yes," Aunt Zhang, holding her grandson, came over. The little grandson blinked curiously as they listened to the adults tell stories of the past. "I still remember the day they first arrived. They all carried backpacks and guns. Although they were sweating profusely, they stood straight. The leader, Lin Wei, wasn't the tallest, but her eyes were so bright, like stars. She spoke loudly and clearly, and she immediately calmed the hearts of us who were almost falling apart."

Aunt Liu put down the beans in her hand, wiped her hands on her apron, and fell into deep reminiscence. She thought of the days when the female soldiers first arrived.

1. The warmth of the porridge stall dispels the haze of hunger

"What impressed me most was the porridge shed they set up," Aunt Liu said, her voice choking with emotion. "At that time, the village granary had long been looted by bandits, and the villagers couldn't even find a grain of rice at home. When Lin Wei and the others arrived, they immediately took out their own rations and took the soldiers to the mountains to dig wild vegetables and mushrooms, doing everything they could to get food for everyone."

She paused, as if she could smell the aroma of that bowl of hot porridge again. "In the open space at the east end of the village, they built a stove with a few large stones and set up a large iron pot that they had confiscated from a landlord. Every day before dawn, Lin Wei and the female soldiers would get busy. They washed rice, washed vegetables, and started a fire... Sometimes the big pot was filled with rice porridge so thin that you could see your reflection in it, and sometimes it was a porridge mixed with wild vegetables and a small amount of cornmeal. But no matter what it was, it was always hot."

"My little grandson was just three years old. He was so hungry he cried all day long, his voice hoarse. I held him in my arms as I stood in line for porridge, feeling a pang of sadness. When it was my turn, Lin Wei personally scooped out a large, full bowl of porridge for me, even giving me some extra porridge with a thicker base. She smiled and said, 'Auntie, drink it while it's hot. The child is starving, so feed him first.' Her smile, like the sun in winter, instantly shone into the coldest part of my heart."

Uncle Wang added, "Lin Wei is incredibly thoughtful. She knows the elderly and children in the village are the most vulnerable to hunger, so whenever she distributes porridge, she specifically instructs the female soldiers to make the porridge a little thicker for them. Sometimes, when food is really scarce, they tighten their belts and share the saved rations with the villagers. I've personally seen several female soldiers so hungry they were staggering, yet they still smiled and said they were young and could handle it."

Aunt Zhang also wiped her eyes. "That's right. One time, I went to the porridge shed to help light the fire, and I saw a female soldier named Xiaoyun, about sixteen or seventeen years old, secretly gnawing on a hard steamed bun, her mouth was all rubbed raw. I asked her why she didn't drink the hot porridge, and she said she was from the north and couldn't be used to watery food, and gnawing on the steamed bun was enough to make her feel hungry. Later I found out that there was not much porridge left that day, so she deliberately gave her share to the blind grandmother Li in the village. She was so sensible at such a young age, and so able to endure hardship. It really makes people feel sad."

Aunt Liu nodded and continued, "They not only take care of everyone's food, but also their health. Many people in the village have developed edema due to long-term hunger. Their legs are swollen like elephant legs, and a dent is left when you press them. Lin Wei and her colleagues took out the few anti-inflammatory and anti-edema drugs they brought with them and went door to door to treat the patients and apply medicine. Lin Wei herself knows a little about medicine. She taught everyone to use wormwood fumigation and ginger rubbing. Although it can't cure the disease completely, it relieves a lot of pain."

"I remember one night, it was raining heavily, and my old man suddenly had a stomachache and rolled on the ground, sweating profusely. I was so anxious I had no choice but to brave the rain to seek help from Lin Wei. At the time, they lived in a dilapidated temple at the west end of the village, and the road was slippery and dark. When I arrived, Lin Wei was repairing a leaking roof with a few female soldiers. When she heard my old man was ill, she came with me without a word, draped in a plastic sheet. She gave him acupuncture and massage, working for most of the night until his pain subsided, then she left covered in mud. Before leaving, she left a small packet of painkillers and told me how to take them. At that time, I held her hand, tears streaming down my face. I said to her, 'My dear, you are our family's savior!' But she waved her hand away, saying, 'Auntie, don't say that. We are soldiers of the people, and this is what we should do.'"

2. The sweat of rebuilding our homeland waters the seeds of hope

"It's not enough to just solve the problem of food; we still have to keep going," Grandpa Wang said, tapping off some ash from his cigarette. "Although the bandits were driven away, many houses in the village were burned down and the fields were left barren. When Lin Wei and the others saw the situation, they decided to help us rebuild our homes."

"Life was really hard back then," Aunt Liu recalled. "Building a house required wood, stone, and soil. Lin Wei would lead the female soldiers up the mountain before dawn to chop trees and carry stones. The trees in the mountains were strong, and the women had little strength, so chopping down each tree took a tremendous amount of effort. Carrying stones was even harder. With each large stone, several female soldiers gritted their teeth, chanted slogans, and moved down the mountain step by step. Thick calluses formed on their hands, and some even broke the skin, bleeding. They would simply bandage it and continue working."

"Once, I went to the mountain to bring them water and saw Lin Wei digging the foundation with several female soldiers. The sun was scorching and the ground was so hot that you could fry an egg. Lin Wei's clothes were all wet and stuck to her body. Her face was covered with sweat and dirt, and it was hard to tell which was sweat and which was dirt. She was holding a big shovel in her hand, digging the hard soil with one shovel at a time, as fast as a young man. Suddenly, she slipped and fell, and the shovel flew out. I quickly ran over to help her, only to see that her arm was scratched by a stone. A long gash appeared, and blood gushed out. I was terrified, but she grinned and said, "It's okay, it's just a minor injury." She asked the medic to bandage her wound briefly, then picked up the shovel and went back to work. Seeing her desperate energy, I felt both admiration and heartache. I said to her, "Lin Wei, take a break and don't tire yourself out." But she said, "Auntie, time waits for no one. Build the house sooner so the villagers can move in and live there without being exposed to the wind and rain."

Aunt Zhang also said, "When we were building the houses, the female soldiers not only contributed labor but also offered advice. Lin Wei, who knows where she learned this method, taught everyone to use the 'dry-rammed earth' method of building houses, which saves a lot of wood. She also led the female soldiers to help each household repair farm tools: plows, rakes, hoes... anything that could be repaired, they did their best. They also organized the village youth to reclaim wasteland, restoring fields that had been ravaged by bandits."

"What touched me most was that despite their busy schedules, they didn't forget the children in the village," said Aunt Liu, a pleased smile on her face. "The village school burned down, and the children couldn't go to school. Lin Wei cleaned out a slightly better room in the dilapidated temple and used it as a makeshift classroom. She and several educated female soldiers took turns teaching the children, teaching them to read and write, telling them revolutionary stories, and singing. The children used to be so listless, but since they started school, they've started smiling and jumping around, and the village is now filled with laughter."

Uncle Wang said with emotion, "Yes, at that time, the female soldiers were like a fire, bringing warmth and hope wherever they went. They not only helped us build houses, farm, and run schools, but also helped us clean up the village's garbage, dig drainage ditches, and improve sanitary conditions. In the past, the neighborhood was littered with garbage, flies and mosquitoes were everywhere, and plagues were easily spread. After Lin Wei and her friends arrived, they led everyone in cleaning up, and taught everyone to wash their hands frequently, drink boiled water, and pay attention to personal hygiene. Gradually, the village environment became cleaner, and fewer people fell ill."

"Lin Wei was also very good at ideological work," Aunt Liu added. "At that time, some villagers, bullied by bandits, had become timid and unwilling to step forward. Lin Wei went door to door to talk with them, encouraging them to stand up bravely and rebuild their homes with their own hands. She said, 'Fellow villagers, the hard times of the past are over. As long as we all work together with one mind and one strength, there will be no difficulties that we cannot overcome, and we will definitely make Qingyufang even better!' Her words warmed everyone's hearts and boosted their enthusiasm."

3. Fighting bandits with wisdom and courage to protect the peace of our homeland

"Speaking of bandits, the 'Black Wind Village' is truly a group of ruthless demons." Uncle Wang's tone grew graver. "Although they were driven away by Lin Wei and the others, they haven't gone far. They're still lurking in the mountains, always looking for an opportunity to take revenge."

Aunt Liu's expression grew serious. "Yes, everyone was terrified at the time, fearing the bandits would return. Lin Wei and the others took on the responsibility of defending the village. They set up sentries on the hills surrounding the village and patrolled day and night. Most of the female soldiers were from the south and had never experienced such hardships before. The mountains were dark and cold at night, and there were wild beasts howling, but not one of them complained about the hardship or the fatigue."

"One time, bandits really came." Aunt Zhang's voice trembled, and it was obvious that the experience still frightened her. "It was a dark and windy night. There were about 20 or 30 bandits. They sneaked to the village entrance and planned to launch a surprise attack. It was Xiaolin, a female soldier on guard, who first noticed the movement. Xiaolin was the youngest, only 15 years old, but she was not afraid at all and immediately sounded the alarm."

"As soon as the alarm sounded, Lin Wei immediately rushed out with the female soldiers," said Grandpa Wang excitedly. "Although they were few in number, each one was as brave as a little tiger. Lin Wei commanded the troops well, utilizing the village's familiar terrain to wage guerrilla warfare against the bandits. The sound of gunfire, shouts of killing, and the explosion of grenades filled the air. Several young men from the village and I picked up hoes and shoulder poles and wanted to help, but Lin Wei wouldn't let us. She told us to protect the elderly and children."

Aunt Liu went on to say, "I was hiding in the house, my heart in my throat. Through the crack in the door, I saw Lin Wei like a nimble deer, darting back and forth under the eaves and around the corners of the walls, her gun firing accurately and fiercely. One bandit tried to climb over the wall into the yard, but she shot him in the arm, and he fell screaming. Another time, a bullet grazed her ear and knocked her hat off, but she didn't even blink and continued fighting."

"That battle was so fierce, lasting from midnight until dawn," Grandpa Wang sighed. "The bandits were badly beaten, leaving behind several bodies as they fled back to the mountains in a panic. Lin Wei and her companions also suffered casualties. Xiaolin, who discovered the bandits, was shot in the thigh while trying to cover her other comrades, and she bled profusely. Lin Wei hugged Xiaolin, tears streaming down her face. She bandaged her wound herself, saying, 'Xiaolin, hold on, you must hold on!'"

"After that battle, the bandits were completely terrified. Black Wind Village was severely weakened and no longer dared to harass Qingfengling." Grandpa Wang's face showed pride. "Since then, the villagers have truly lived a stable life. Everyone says that Lin Wei and her team of female soldiers are the guardians of Qingyufang!"