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

Soon, another week passed, and it was late May. Zhao Lian's injuries had mostly healed.

The shallow wounds have mostly scabbed off, and the deeper wound is still healing. I've finished the medication these past few days, so I can only wait for it to heal slowly.

Seeing that her body had almost recovered, Zhao Lian picked up her Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) skills from her previous life again and practiced diligently in the backyard during her spare time these past few days.

Although he still remembered the basic principles of kung fu, this body was not the original one.

And he's just a child; he can do some of the movements, but he can't exert any real strength.

Zhao Lian could only practice repeatedly to maximize her explosive power. Now, she is familiar with every movement and practices whenever she has free time.

Although she hadn't eaten much these past few days, at least she had some porridge with every meal. Zhao Lian looked at her reflection in the water and noticed that her face had visibly gotten a little plumper.

In addition, after practicing these past few days, I feel much lighter and my complexion is much better than before. I used to be sallow and thin, but now I have a much rosier complexion.

Now that my body has almost fully recovered, I'm starting to think about making a living.

Seeing that only half of the black powder Fu Gui had given him was left, he had to find a way to collect some herbs, exchange them for some money with Doctor Liang, and then go to the market.

Early that morning, Zhao Lian got up very early, took out a ceramic bowl, poured in black flour, and prepared to bake two black flour pancakes.

Because she planned to go up the mountain, she needed to prepare some dry food.

Thinking back to how she never liked steamed buns or mantou before, she never imagined that after transmigrating to this place, eating a white flour mantou would be a luxury she wouldn't even dare to dream of.

The rough, soggy black face before me is now extremely precious to me.

Zhao Lian poured in about half a bowl of dark flour, spilling some on the side, which she quickly picked up.

She added some water and kneaded it into dough balls. Then she kneaded them. Since she didn't have a rolling pin, Zhao Lian used a cleaver to cut one out temporarily.

After kneading the dough, let it rest for a while, then roll it out into a thin sheet with a rolling pin. Half a bowl of dark flour can only make two palm-sized thin noodles.

Because the dough is too hard, it can only be rolled out thinly; if it's too thick, it will be too dry to eat.

After rolling out the dough, Zhao Lian washed the wide-mouthed earthenware pot, placed it on the stove, and started a fire.

After heating the pot, Zhao Lian carefully used chopsticks to scoop a little lard into the earthenware pot, and the hot lard sizzled immediately.

Zhao Lian placed the dough in the pan, swirled it around to spread the oil evenly on the bottom. Then she flipped it over.

Because the earthenware pot absorbs heat well, and the pancakes are thin, a low flame is sufficient. Zhaolian quickly fried two pancakes.

I hadn't thrown away the paper I used to wrap the Chinese medicine, thinking it might come in handy later. I never expected it to be so useful now.

After the pancakes cooled down, Zhao Lian rolled them up with the paper, tucked them into her bosom, and put the cleaver into her waistband.

Zhao Lian searched the entire house and only found this knife. For her, this was already considered lucky. Without the machete, there were many things she couldn't do.

Because the machete wasn't particularly large, Zhao Lian didn't find it too strenuous to hold.

In addition, she has been eating normally every day for the past few days, and she has also been practicing her martial arts, so her strength has also increased.

Zhao Lian went to the woodshed and found a basket. It was still usable, but the two ropes were weathered, so the most urgent thing was to replace them.

Zhao Lian found a few more old clothes in the room, took a pair of men's trousers, tugged at them, and found that they could still be used.

Finally, they tore several strips of fabric from the pants and braided them.

Then I tied it to the basket and adjusted it to the right length, and the basket was ready to use.

The basket was a bit long, too big for seven-year-old Zhaolian, but it was better than nothing.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Lian found another gourd bottle in the kitchen, washed it clean, filled it with water, tore off a strip of cloth, and tied the gourd to her waistband.

Having made all the necessary preparations, Zhao Lian locked the door and headed up the back mountain.

The back mountain is located behind Datian Village. Go out the gate and turn left. There is a road there that leads directly to the back mountain.

Although Zhao Lian was only seven years old, she had been to the back mountain many times, but each time it was with a few of her cousins.

Because the two elders of the He family disliked the Zhao Lian sisters, and in addition, they had no mother and their father did not care for them.

Therefore, He Fang, He Yue'e, and He Dong always took pleasure in bullying the Zhao Lian sisters.

Every time the six of them went out to work together, He Fang, He Yue'e, He Dong, and the others would either play or sleep.

When they finally returned, they stole the fruits of their sisters' labor.

When they went home, the three sisters always had the least amount of things, so they were always the ones who got scolded and went hungry.

It is said that a child without a mother is like a blade of grass, and a child with a stepmother is like a stepfather to his biological father.

At first, they hoped their father would speak up for them, but each time their father would pretend not to hear and hide to the side.

She even said that it was all because of her sisters that she was scolded by Old Madam Yang.

The stepmother always flattered Old Madam Yang, saying that it was good to be beaten and that they deserved to be punished for being disobedient. She always stirred things up like this, so they were beaten even more severely.

Therefore, they were always timid and hesitant in the He family, living a life of constant anxiety, while their cousins ​​and siblings bullied the weak and feared the strong.

Knowing that none of them had anyone to back them up, they didn't hide it and openly bullied them, and their parents even felt proud of it.

Looking back on all the heartache and tears she shed, He Jie is now grateful that she has finally made it through. If she hadn't transmigrated, Zhao Lian would never have been able to escape that kind of family background.

Thinking that Zhao Feng and Zhao Di were still in the He family, Zhao Lian felt a little sad, after all, they had been very good to her.

Thinking of how miserable their lives were in the He family, she couldn't wait to earn more money so she could bring them out.

Zhao Lian shook her head, trying to stop herself from thinking about it. She didn't have the ability to think about it now; it would only cause her trouble.

The most important thing right now is to become strong. First, you have to support yourself. Only when you have the ability can you help Zhaodi and Zhaofeng.

It's already mid-May, and the weather has warmed up quite a bit, but it's still a bit cool in the mornings and evenings. Zhao Lian went out wearing only a faded long-sleeved coarse cloth thermal undershirt.

Suddenly I felt a chill and couldn't help but shiver.

As you walk uphill along the mountain path, there are basically no medicinal herbs on either side of the path, except for some weeds.

Spring planting has already begun, and with little rain recently, the villagers have been flocking to the mountains, and any good things have already been harvested by them.

After walking for a while, they reached the hillside and Zhaolian found a flat spot to sit down and rest.

Suddenly, Zhao Lian noticed some red dots; it was a familiar wild fruit.

Zhao Lian's eyes lit up immediately. She used to eat this when she was a child. It would turn her lips red. It was called snakeberry.