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

"You don't need to come with me. You should go with your brother. Besides, I don't need anyone to protect me. Don't end up making me protect you!"

Qiao Feng wanted to go out with Zhao Lian, but Zhao Lian refused outright.

"Sister, let me go with you!" Zhao Di thought about coming out with Zhao Lian.

Zhao Lian put her arm around Zhao Di's shoulder and shook her head, her face serious: "No, Second Sister, you have to stay here and keep Grandmother and the others company. You do have some martial arts skills, otherwise I won't feel at ease."

Zhao Di's eyes sparkled, and she patted her chest: "Okay, little sister, don't worry, I'll protect everyone here."

Without further ado, after settling everyone in, Zhao Lian and her group went out the door.

Once outside, everyone split up and began searching the village.

The village looked like it had only a few dozen households, mostly mud-brick houses. Zhao Lian went into a few rooms and saw that they were messy and empty.

It's clear that if the owner hadn't left in such a hurry, the house would have been ransacked.

There were other people who were also fleeing famine, and like Zhaolian, they went in hoping to find something, but all their hopes were dashed.

After entering several houses, they found nothing there. Some houses even had their doors wide open, so Zhaolian didn't want to go in anymore.

Without a doubt, there's nothing inside.

Zhao Lian began searching the village, hoping to find the village well and see if there was any water.

Not long after, Zhao Lian finally found the village well in the middle of the village.

Zhao Lian had assumed there would be some water in the well, but to her disappointment, the well was completely dry, and the bottom was all rocks.

Not knowing who threw those stones in, Zhao Lian was extremely disappointed.

"Da Niu~ Da Niu, wake up! Don't scare your mother!"

"Mother, could my brother be dead?!"

"Woooooo~"

Just then, a frantic call came from a house not far away, accompanied by voices and a little girl crying.

Zhao Lian's mind raced, and her feet involuntarily led her over.

Inside the house were several ragged women and children, who looked like a family.

The young woman was sitting on the ground, holding a little boy of about three or four years old in her arms, with two little girls squatting beside her. The two little girls were so frightened that they cried loudly.

The little boy's eyes were tightly closed, and his face was flushed. The woman looked anxious and kept patting the little boy's face with both hands: "Da Niu~ Da Niu, wake up!"

"What's going on?" Zhao Lian asked anxiously as she went inside.

The woman was grieving when she suddenly heard someone speaking, and she looked up in surprise.

Zhao Lian squatted down and looked at the little boy. The little boy's eyes were closed, his breathing was rapid, and the air coming out of his nose was hot.

Is the child running a fever?

Zhao Lian touched the little boy's forehead and saw that he was burning up and his lips were chapped, so he definitely had a fever.

The woman finally realized what was happening and immediately pleaded, "Girl, please save my Da Niu! I beg you, I'll kowtow to you!" She kept kowtowing to Zhao Lian as she spoke.

"Please, big sister, save my little brother!" The two little girls next to her immediately followed their mother's example and kowtowed.

Zhao Lian quickly picked up the little boy from the woman's arms and placed him on a nearby table. Then she unbuttoned his clothes to cool him down.

The little boy was burning up, his face was frighteningly red, and there was no doubt that he had a fever.

Zhao Lian knew the dangers of a high fever, and the most urgent thing right now was to bring it down.

In modern times, one can drink fever-reducing water, take fever-reducing medicine, or use physical methods to reduce fever, such as drinking more water or applying a wet compress to the forehead. These methods can all reduce fever.

But all of this depends on water; without water, it's all just empty talk.

Zhao Lian turned to look at the woman: "Water, do you have any more water?"

The woman looked miserable: "It's all gone, we finished it a long time ago."

Zhao Lian knew that water was needed to bring down the fever, but where could she find water now?

But right now the little boy is burning up, probably with a fever of at least 39 degrees Celsius. If the fever continues like this, even if he survives, his brain will be damaged.

"What should we do?" Zhao Lian's mind raced.

"liquor!"

Zhao Lian's eyes lit up. There was no water now, but if there was wine as a substitute, it would still be useful and could help reduce fever physically.

I understand the logic, but where can I find the wine?

No, we can't just sit here and wait to die. If this continues, the little boy's life will be in imminent danger.

Zhao Lian quickly asked the woman, "Do you have any wine?"

"No, his dad doesn't drink either. He went out and hasn't come back yet."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhao Lian had already rushed out and quickly ran back to where she had landed.

If she remembered correctly, her maternal grandfather used to drink a little alcohol.

Just a couple of days ago, she noticed that Liu Laogen had a gourd hanging from his waist, and it smelled like wine.

When Liu Laogen was sick before, his maternal grandmother, Yan Guihua, wouldn't let him drink alcohol and hid all the alcohol in the house.

Later, after Liu Laogen recovered from his illness, his drinking habit returned, and he started drinking secretly again.

Liu Laogen didn't dare to drink too much, afraid that Yan Guihua would find out, so he only drank a sip or two each day to satisfy his craving.

Liu Laogen always thought Yan Guihua didn't know he was drinking, and he was secretly pleased.

How could Yan Guihua not know this? She just chose to turn a blind eye.

After all, the old man is quite old and doesn't have any other hobbies besides enjoying a drink, so we didn't call him out on it.

"Grandfather, grandfather~"

Zhao Lian started calling out even before she entered the door.

Yan Guihua was startled, not expecting her granddaughter to return so soon after going out: "You silly girl, what's the rush? Tell me slowly."

Zhao Lian didn't have time to pay attention to Yan Guihua, and looked at Liu Laogen to ask, "Grandfather, do you still have any wine on you?"

"liquor?"

When Zhao Lian asked about the wine, Liu Laogen glanced at Yan Guihua guiltily. He had indeed brought a wine gourd with him when he left.

This wine was hidden away by his ex-wife, and he only dared to drink a sip or two each day to satisfy his craving.

"Sister, what's wrong? Why are you asking for wine?" Zhao Di was completely puzzled, seeing that Zhao Lian had only been gone for a short while and was now asking for wine.

"Rescue!"

Zhao Lian couldn't care less about anything else at this point, and quickly gave a brief account of the child's fever.

Upon hearing that wine was needed to save someone, Liu Laogen immediately took off the wine gourd from his waist and handed it to Zhao Lian: "Here, this is all the wine I have left."

If he had known that alcohol was needed to save someone, he wouldn't have drunk it earlier.

Zhao Lian shook the wine gourd in her hand; there wasn't much wine left, probably only two or three ounces.

However, it should be enough to wipe one's body. Without further ado, Zhao Lian quickly grabbed the wine pot and ran out again.