Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

Because she didn't have much dry grass in her hand and was afraid it would burn out quickly, Zhaolian quickly squeezed the grass tightly and stuffed it into the stove.

Then they added some more dry grass. After all, no one had been here for more than ten years, and the doors and windows hadn't been opened for ventilation, so the grass was a bit damp. But thankfully, the fire finally started.

Zhao Lian carefully added some small pieces of firewood to the hay, and then added a little more hay to prevent the fire from going out.

Finally, the firewood caught fire, and the fire was not so easy to put out. Zhaolian added two more pieces of firewood, each as thick as an arm.

I don't know what time it is now. I used all my strength to start the fire, and now I'm sweating profusely. The wound on my back is also painfully soaked with sweat.

The fire in the stove burned brightly, illuminating the room. Zhao Lian then noticed a back door to the kitchen and a thought struck her.

She remembered that when she looked out during the day, there was a huge mountain behind her, and Zhao Lian mustered up her courage and opened the door.

As soon as I opened the door, a cool breeze blew in, instantly relieving the heat and making me feel much more comfortable.

The gentle moonlight poured down, and Zhao Lian looked up. The moon was almost full today, probably around the 10th of the lunar month.

Thinking back to when Master Liu read out that letter of severance today, he said that today is April 27th of the Gregorian calendar in the 215th year of the Hanjiang Dynasty, so I guess it should be around the middle of the third month in the lunar calendar.

By the moonlight, Zhao Lian discovered that there was actually a backyard, with two small wooden houses on the left. She wondered what was inside those two houses.

Remembering that the water vat was full and she hadn't seen Wang or the others fetch water, but Wang hadn't explained it to her in detail, could there be running water here? Zhao Lian's heart stirred.

She has this quirk: if she has a question, she has to find out about it immediately; she can't wait.

Zhao Lian quickly went back into the house, found a tattered piece of clothing, tore off a strip of cloth, and then tightly wrapped the cloth around a wooden stick.

Then the firewood was put into the stove, and soon the stick caught fire, and a makeshift torch was made.

Holding the torch, Zhao Lian went to the backyard again, pushed open the door, and found a woodshed with six or seven bundles of firewood inside, enough for her to use for a while.

The other room was an outhouse, the kind of latrine that used to be found in rural areas. It had a pit dug at the bottom and a wooden plank placed right next to it.

It hadn't been used for a long time, and the latrine was basically dry, but it still faintly smelled bad.

Seeing the latrine, Zhao Lian also felt the urge to urinate. Although she hadn't eaten or drunk anything all day, she hadn't urinated for most of the day and now felt the urge.

Zhao Lian glanced at the wooden plank next to the latrine. The plank hadn't been used for a long time, and she didn't know if it had weathered. She thought that if she stepped on it, it might break, and she would fall in.

Even if I don't die from the fall, I'll still smell terrible, which is unacceptable, especially since I'm injured right now.

If she fell and her wound became infected, she would surely die, so she couldn't take that risk.

Zhao Lian thought for a moment, then went back to the woodshed and found three more pieces of firewood of roughly the same length.

They stuck torches into the wall and, using the light, tied together strips of tattered cloth to resemble a bamboo raft.

I could lift a single strand before, but now that three are bundled together, they are very heavy to lift.

Zhao Lian realized that she couldn't move it at all; she could only drag it, little by little, and slowly move it inside.

After moving half of it inside, Zhao Lian moved the torch to the wall inside and stuck it in. Then, she went inside again and tried to drag the raft in little by little.

After a lot of effort, we finally got the raft in. The raft was just the right length, so we don't have to worry about falling off now.

After finishing all that, Zhao Lian was covered in sweat again. She quickly took a piss, grabbed a torch, and came out of the outhouse.

Walking to the other end of the courtyard, Zhao Lian was pleasantly surprised to find several stone slabs there. The area enclosed by the stone slabs was a small pond about one meter wide and sixty or seventy centimeters deep.

The water in this pool is crystal clear, with rocks at the bottom. No water is seen flowing in from above, and no one knows where the water comes from.

Zhao Lian guessed that there was probably groundwater, and this surprising discovery made her extremely excited.

That's great! I never expected this house to have running water. I won't have to fetch water anymore, which has solved a big problem for me.

This was her home. Although it was simple, it was small but complete. Zhao Lian immediately felt refreshed and invigorated.

After checking the backyard, Zhao Lian remembered that the medicine was still simmering in the stove, so she quickly went in to check.

The medicine had just been prescribed and was bubbling up, so Zhaolian quickly turned the fire down a bit.

Zhao Lian opened the lid to take a look, then immediately put the lid back on. Based on her experience, it would take some time to boil three bowls of water down to one bowl.

During this time, she took off her clothes because she had just sweated, and the clothes were sticking to the wound, which could easily cause infection.

Although it's already May in the Gregorian calendar, it's still a bit chilly in the mountains in the mornings and evenings.

Zhao Lian took off her clothes, lay on the bed for a while, and waited for her wound to dry a bit. Estimating that it was about time, she put on a coat and went into the kitchen.

I opened the lid of the medicine pot, checked it, and saw that it was almost ready. I found a ceramic bowl, washed it, and placed it aside.

Then he wet a tattered cloth, placed it on the handle of the medicine pot, and carefully picked up the pot with both hands to pour out the Chinese medicine.

Zhao Lian grew up in the countryside. Her grandfather was a barefoot doctor and also a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. She often went up the mountain with her grandfather when she was young, and through this exposure, she also learned about many Chinese herbs.

Smelling the medicine, Zhao Lian knew it contained safflower and notoginseng, both excellent medicines for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. She hadn't expected Dr. Liu's medicine to be so genuinely high-quality.

There are only five doses of this medicine available right now, and I have to brew each dose three or four times myself, so I can't waste it.

After letting the medicine cool for a while, Zhaolian drank it. Unexpectedly, the medicine was really bitter, probably because of the Panax notoginseng.

Zhao Lian frowned. She had always been afraid of bitter things, especially Chinese medicine, but she also knew that good medicine tastes bitter.

Even if the medicine is bitter, I have to drink it. Besides, how can I live with such bitter medicine? I need to heal my injuries before I can figure out how to survive in this strange world.

He Jie used to be a novel enthusiast. When she was busy with business and didn't have time to read, she would listen to audiobooks. She also read quite a few time-travel novels.

I know that many protagonists in books have cheat codes or spatial systems after they transmigrate, but I have nothing of the sort.

Moreover, he was only seven years old, so surviving in this strange world would be extremely difficult.

Fortunately, although Zhao Lian is only seven years old, her soul is 32 years old.

With the modern mindset of a 32-year-old, surviving in this ancient world shouldn't be a problem.

This might be her secret weapon, and thinking of this, Zhao Lian felt a surge of relief.