A renowned ancient physician transmigrates into the body of an abandoned woman, only to be sold off

Song Zhili thought she had concealed it well, but little did she know that all her little actions had been seen by He Chengjing.

Seeing He Chengjing leave, Song Zhili slowly walked back as well, pondering where the pistol had gone. Finally, her gaze fell on the crescent-shaped mark on her wrist.

Could it be this?

Song Zhili rubbed the mark until her skin turned red, but there was nothing unusual about it. She thought about it carefully. In her haste, she had only thought for a moment, and the gun appeared in her hand.

So she silently repeated the prayer in her mind, but after waiting for a while, the gun did not reappear.

Forget it, I'll stop thinking about it now. I'll study it slowly later.

Seeing that it was already too dark to see the road, Song Zhili quickened her pace home. When she arrived, Ji Qingqing and Hu Cuicui were cleaning up the bloodstains in the yard.

"Da Ya, why did you take so long? Are you hungry? Your grandma is cooking, we'll be able to eat in a bit."

When Song Qiqi saw Song Zhili return, she ran up to Song Zhili, took Song Zhili's hand, and shook it.

Song Zhili looked at her in confusion, only to see Song Qiqi beckoning to her. Song Zhili understood and squatted down.

Song Qiqi then whispered in Song Zhili's ear, "Auntie, I saw Grandma take such a big piece of meat to cook. Auntie, it's so good that you're back. We can have meat to eat every day now."

Hearing this, Song Zhili felt a pang of sadness. In modern times, children this age would be the apple of their parents' eyes. They would want to pluck the stars from the sky, let alone eat meat.

"Qiqi, what did you all eat before your aunt came back?"

"Sometimes we eat corn porridge, or multigrain steamed buns, and wild vegetable soup. Qiqi likes multigrain steamed buns the most; eating them keeps her from getting hungry."

Song Qiqi happily talked about the food they usually ate. The little girl had hardly ever eaten meat in her life.

After Song Qiqi finished speaking, Song Zhili felt even more upset. She had also eaten half of the mixed grain steamed bun at noon. In modern times, she was used to eating refined grains, and she had forced herself to eat that mixed grain steamed bun despite the pain in her throat.

Thinking of this, Song Zhili gently rubbed Song Qiqi's head, "Qiqi, you go play first, I'll talk to your grandma for a while."

"Ok."

Song Qiqi obediently left to play, while Song Zhili walked to Hu Cuicui's side. She did not avoid Ji Qingqing, took out a money bag from her bosom, poured the silver inside into her hand, and put ten taels of silver into Hu Cuicui's hand.

"Mother, this is the silver I got back from Gu Changqing. Keep it with you for household expenses."

Hu Cuicui was startled when she saw so much silver. She immediately gave Ji Qingqing a wink, and Ji Qingqing quickly went to the front door and closed it.

"You silly child, you just took out so much silver like that. What if someone is watching you? Quick, put all this silver away."

Hu Cuicui pushed the silver back to Song Zhili, saying that it was given to her by Gu Changqing and she couldn't take it.

"Yes, Da Ya, you'd better keep this money safe."

Ji Qingqing also felt that Song Zhili was carefree.

Song Zhili hadn't expected their reaction. After a few more words of arguing, seeing that Hu Cuicui refused to take it, she had no choice but to put the silver away again.

Fine, if they don't want it, so be it. She'll earn more money in the future and give them a better life.

Thinking this, Song Zhili put the silver away again.

Song Zhili helped Hu Cuicui and the others clean the yard. Even after Li Shi finished preparing dinner, Song Dashan and the others still hadn't returned.

They took the tiger meat to the neighboring village to sell, and who knows when they'll be back.

“Let’s eat first, we don’t need to wait for Dashan and the others. I saved some for them.”

Li was unsure when they would return, so she urged everyone to eat first.

As she spoke, she picked up a large piece of tiger meat and placed it in Song Zhili's bowl. Song Zhili didn't want to refuse Li's kindness.

She picked up the piece of meat, put it in her mouth, and took a small bite. The moment it entered her mouth, Song Zhili almost spat it out. The meat hadn't been cooked with any seasonings; it not only had no flavor but also had a strong gamey smell.

It smells awful.

She turned her head and glanced at Song Qiqi and Song Ziming, noticing that their mouths were covered in oil from eating, as were the others.

Song Zhili almost suspected that they were eating different things.

"Da Ya, why aren't you eating? Eat up, there's more if you're not full."

When Li saw that Song Zhili had stopped, she asked in confusion.

"Ah, no need, Grandma, you all eat more. This tiger meat is too nourishing, I can't eat too much."

Song Zhili made up an excuse and forced herself to finish the piece of meat despite feeling nauseous. Then she immediately took half a cornbread and ate it.

I suppressed that nauseating feeling.

Compared to the tiger meat, Song Zhili thought this cornbread was much tastier.

It's true what they say, there's no harm in comparison!

However, she felt that the tiger meat was not tasty because it was not prepared properly. If it were made into cumin tiger meat, it would probably taste much better. It was just a pity that there weren't enough seasonings available here.

After finishing their meal, Song Dashan and the others still hadn't returned. Ji Qingqing was also worried about Song Zidong, so she sat quietly in the courtyard with Song Qiqi in her arms, waiting for Song Zidong and the others.

Song Zhili went back inside and took a shower. Then, she accidentally discovered a small mirror in the cabinet. She took it out and looked at herself.

Although the mirror wasn't very clear, she could still roughly see what she looked like.

She looks almost exactly the same as she did in modern times, except that she now has a small red mole at the corner of her eye.

Fortunately, it's not too ugly; it's passable.

Song Zhili couldn't understand why Gu Changqing wouldn't consummate the marriage with the original owner, who was quite good-looking.

Pshaw, what nonsense are you thinking?

Song Zhili shook her head, put the mirror back, and then went to lie down on the bed.

Mmm~ So hard!

How can I sleep on such a hard bed?!

She tossed and turned in bed, and before she knew it, she had finally drifted off to sleep.

That night, Song Zhili had a very long dream. She dreamed that she returned to the modern world and to the villa.

She saw her best friend Xia Momo holding her portrait, crying uncontrollably.

Seeing how heartbroken she was, Song Zhili instinctively wanted to go over and comfort her. But when she got close and squatted down to pat Xia Momo's back, she found that her hand had passed right through her body.

"Waaaaah... Ali, why did you leave me like this? How am I supposed to live alone like this?!"