Divorced woman with child travels through time

As Chen Xuanyu walked, his hand trembled, and the insect fell to the ground. He prepared to pick it up with the stick.

Stone said, “You’re too much trouble, I’ll do it.” He picked it up with his hand.

The three of them went to the kitchen together. Stone picked it up and threw it into the stove, but he didn't throw it well and it landed on the edge. The insect probably sensed the danger, because it started to crawl out after being thrown in. When it crawled to the edge of the stove, Stone mischievously pushed it back in.

"Haha, you can go back now," Stone laughed.

"Don't throw it in too far, or it'll burn to death. Let it crawl," Chen Xuanyu said from the side. "It'll be my turn to push it in later."

"It crawled again, it crawled again, haha." The three of them, undeterred by the heat, huddled together in the sweltering kitchen, sweating profusely as they watched the worm near the stove.

Then the little green worm painstakingly climbed back to the stove, only to be pushed back by Chen Xuanyu. If the little green worm had a mouth, it would probably be thinking, "Why don't you just kill me already?"

When the little green worm crawled to the stove for the third time, Dazhuang pushed it back again. But this time it was unlucky. A small twig nearby burned very quickly and caught fire, causing the little green worm to fall onto the embers and die.

Stone said with some regret, "Xuanzai, let's go find another one."

"Okay!" The two happily ran out again.

Da Zhuang silently added a piece of firewood.

Chen Wenfang arrived at the back of the mountain, untied the rope, and carefully laid down the thin branches one by one. After tidying up the two bundles of firewood, he was covered in sweat. Chen Wenfang walked to a large tree, leaned against it, and sat down to rest.

With nothing to do, I looked around. Wow, these trees are so tall! I wonder what kind of trees they are. In my past life, they could probably fetch a lot of money. Guarding this mountain, I'd be rich! But wait, the trees belong to the state; cutting them down will land me in jail. What a pity, tsk tsk.

Hey, what's that white thing? Is it a flower?

Chen Wenfang went inside, and a patch of white stood out starkly against the green backdrop. She picked it up and saw it was a piece of white fabric. It felt nice to the touch, much better quality than the cotton she usually wore. She wondered what kind of material it was. Chen Wenfang casually tucked it into her coat. It was quite big; she could make underwear for her son. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, she wondered where it had come from. Chen Wenfang was very curious.

The bushes ahead seemed disturbed. Chen Wenfang pushed through the bushes and crawled in. Suddenly, her foot slipped, thankfully not too high. She jumped down, finding herself on a grave mound. It was quite old, with lots of grass, so the grave wasn't visible from the back. She guessed someone was there. Reaching the front of the mound, she saw a man lying there. He looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight. "Hmm, long legs," she thought. His face was handsome, with well-defined features and muscular arms. "Pretty handsome," Chen Wenfang thought, following his body to the hem of his clothes. Sure enough, a large piece was missing. "This won't be easy to retrieve," she thought. She took a piece of cloth from her bosom and stuffed it into his clothes. Chen Wenfang checked his nose; thankfully, he wasn't dead. "Since he's handsome," she thought, "why not save him?"

The man's face was flushed; could he have fainted from a fever? Chen Wenfang slapped his face. "Hey, wake up?"

The man didn't react. Chen Wenfang touched her own forehead, then his—damn, his temperature was so high. She carefully examined him; there weren't any major wounds on his front, just a small tear in his clothes on his forearm—a minor cut, she thought. "Could it be on his back?" she wondered. The man was tall and muscular, and Chen Wenfang struggled to turn him onto his side. But she accidentally used too much force, and he rolled over, his face hitting the ground hard. "I'm sorry, I was just trying to help you."

It shouldn't be anything serious, Chen Wenfang thought, not taking it too seriously. Now that he was lying face down, she could see more clearly. There was a long wound on his back, stretching from his shoulder almost to his waist, the skin torn open, almost revealing the white bone. The wound had stopped bleeding, but it was clearly festering. That's why he had a fever. What should I do? I have nothing. I can't save you... Chen Wenfang's mind raced. And he still wasn't awake.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Wenfang helped him up and dragged him to sit against the grave, so that at least he wouldn't fall face down if he woke up.

As a result, the person fell straight to the side and couldn't sit up at all. Chen Wenfang felt a little guilty. Originally, the other person was only injured but was clean and tidy. But after Chen Wenfang's actions, the person was dirty, messy, and unsightly.

"Never mind, I'll go back first." Chen Wenfang looked at the man's dry, chapped lips and said, "I'll bring you some water later."

Chen Wenfang climbed up the grave mound, emerged from the bushes, carried firewood, and returned home.

Dazhuang was such a good boy; while the other two were playing, he diligently watched the fire. Chen Wenfang opened the pot and saw that the mung beans had already bloomed and were cooked. She ladled out the soup, added syrup, and waited for it to cool. After washing the pot, Chen Wenfang grabbed a handful of dandelions, added a handful of selfheal, and then added three large bowls of water to boil it.

After boiling for about ten minutes, the three bowls of water were reduced to about one bowl. Chen Wenfang poured out the liquid, added three more large bowls of water, and boiled it for a while longer.

Once the dandelion juice had cooled sufficiently, Chen Wenfang added some syrup. Considering how badly she had tormented the man, she poured the juice into a bamboo tube, sealed it, and even stuck a spoon into the side of the tube. This bamboo tube, also bought at the market, was particularly useful. She grabbed an oil lamp, a tinderbox, and a kitchen knife. She told the three children to watch the house, saying she would be back soon. On the way, she picked some fresh dandelions.

Walking along the back mountain, she skillfully slipped into the clump of branches and jumped down. The man in front of the grave was still unconscious. Chen Wenfang put her belongings down next to the grave, put her hands under his armpits, and with great effort helped him sit up. Then she supported him with her hands, sat cross-legged, and used her legs to support his waist on both sides to prevent him from falling.

Open the bamboo tube, then pry open his mouth with one hand and use the other hand to scoop up the medicine and pour it in. Luckily, he could swallow reflexively, otherwise Chen Wenfang really wouldn't have been able to do anything.

Chen Wenfang had painstakingly fed the man a whole tub of medicine, and was drenched in sweat from exhaustion. Her legs were also weak; as soon as she finished, her legs relaxed, and the man collapsed again, but this time he was on his side, not rolling over completely. Hey, perfect.

Chen Wenfang squatted down, lit the oil lamp with a tinderbox, tore open the man's clothes, and heated the knife over the lamp. Actually, Chen Wenfang really wanted to start a fire, heat the knife until it was red-hot, and then scrape off the wound, but she had no other medicine, and she was afraid of burning herself in the forest. When the knife was almost heated, Chen Wenfang gently cut open the festering part, wiped away the pus, wiped the knife clean with a cloth, and then, after heating it red-hot again, pressed it against the festering area. A "sizzle" sounded. Chen Wenfang couldn't help but shudder; it must have hurt a lot.