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

"Wow wow wow~"

Before Zhao Lian could even get close, she saw the mother and her two daughters crying loudly, their cries becoming even more heartbreaking.

Had something happened to the little boy? Was the situation more serious? A sense of foreboding rose in Zhao Lian's heart, and she quickened her pace.

When Zhao Lian entered the room, she noticed that the little boy was having some convulsions, which explained why they were crying so loudly.

Seeing Zhao Lian turn back, the woman felt like she had found a lifeline. She knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly, pleading, "Young lady, please save my San Niu! I beg you, I beg you!"

Zhao Lian said with a serious expression, "Stop crying all you do, what good will it do?"

After being scolded by Zhao Lian, the woman immediately shut her mouth and sobbed softly.

Unexpectedly, the child developed a high fever and even convulsed. Zhao Lian was very worried, but there was nothing else she could do but try her best and leave the rest to fate.

Zhao Lian tore off a piece of rag, dampened it with some wine, and rubbed it evenly on the little boy's body, paying special attention to his armpits and groin.

The woman was completely bewildered. Why was this young girl wiping her son's body with wine? Although she had questions in her mind, she dared not ask.

However, I am currently at a loss and have no other options, so it seems I have no choice but to take a desperate gamble.

Afraid of disrupting Zhao Lian's rhythm, the mother and her two daughters stopped crying, held their breath, and watched Zhao Lian nervously.

After wiping him down, Zhao Lian was pleasantly surprised to find that the little boy's body temperature had started to drop and he had stopped convulsing.

It seems to be working a bit, but there's not much rice wine left.

Zhao Lian wiped the remaining rice wine evenly again until it was all used up.

"Alright~ The rest is up to your San Niu's fate."

Zhao Lian wasn't sure either. She knew that medical alcohol could reduce fever and could be used to physically lower body temperature when someone had a fever.

This rice wine isn't that strong, it should be about the same. There's no other way right now, it's better than doing nothing.

Moreover, judging from San Niu's condition, he is much better than before. His breathing is not so rapid, and more obviously, his body temperature has begun to drop.

Zhao Lian breathed a sigh of relief and said calmly, "Alright, it seems to be working somewhat. That's all I can do. Now it's up to fate. Hurry up and put his clothes on."

"San Niu looks so much better than before, young lady, thank you so much!" The woman was very excited and kept thanking her.

"Don't thank me so soon. I don't know if it will work or not. Whether it works or not depends on his fate."

"With you by my side, our San Niu is sure to have a lucky life!" the woman exclaimed with delight.

"Mother~" A faint voice sounded.

"Mom, San Niu is awake!!!" the two little girls exclaimed in surprise.

"Oh, really?" The woman was overjoyed.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Lian quickly went up to check and, sure enough, saw that San Niu's eyelashes were trembling and the flush on his face had obviously faded.

Zhao Lian touched his forehead and felt a slight sweat on it, noticing that his body temperature had dropped significantly compared to before.

It seems the rice wine really worked. It would be even better if there was water too; drinking more water can help reduce the fever quickly.

The temperature has dropped a bit now, but without water, I don't know if it will reignite later.

San Niu's eyelashes trembled for a moment, then he slowly opened his eyes.

"San Niu, you're awake! You scared your mother to death!" The woman burst into tears of joy when she saw that San Niu had woken up.

San Niu opened his mouth, his voice weak: "Mother, I'm hungry, and I want some water."

The woman touched San Niu's forehead with a loving expression: "San Niu, be good. When your father comes back, there will be food and water. Let's wait a little longer!"

After saying this, the woman turned her head and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. She knew that she was only saying these words to comfort them. Where could they find food and water now? If there were water, everyone wouldn't have to flee.

Zhao Lian felt a lump in her throat. The situation was dire, and she didn't know how many more people would die along the way.

Feeling the contents of her pocket, Zhao Lian realized she only had two pancakes left. But remembering that Zhao Di had some dried meat, she took out the two pancakes and handed them to the woman: "Auntie, here are two pancakes, take them."

The woman waved her hands repeatedly, saying, "Young lady, how can I do this? You saved my life, San Niu, and I have nothing to repay you with. How can I possibly take your things?"

The little girl next to her heard that there were pancakes and her eyes lit up, but when she heard her mother say no, her face fell. They hadn't eaten for two days and were starving.

Zhao Lian said gruffly, "Just take it, stop arguing, here you go!" With that, she shoved the pancake into the woman's hand and turned to leave.

Don't call her a saint. At least she still has some dried meat, but they have nothing left, and there are three children. At least let them get through this crisis first, and what happens after that is up to them.

"Thank you so much, young lady! You've really met a kind person!" The woman followed her out the door, thanking her profusely from behind.

After walking a few dozen meters further, there was nothing there. Unwilling to give up, Zhao Lian turned around and went up the mountain.

According to Zhao Lian's estimate, after such a long drought, there shouldn't be much food left on the mountain. Even if there was, the villagers probably harvested it all long ago.

Sure enough, after going up the mountain, I found that many of the weeds had dried up and there was nothing edible.

As it was getting dark, Zhao Lian was preparing to go down the mountain when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a plant out of the corner of her eye. Her eyes lit up, her heart pounded, and she quickly ran over.

In a hollow in the mountains, there was a large patch of plants, a kind of fern, with leaves that looked like fish bones. Yes, I was right.

It is estimated that this mountain hollow is usually quite humid, which is why the plant was able to survive.

This plant is called Nephrolepis cordifolia. It has fruits about the size of quail eggs growing underneath. The fruits have yellow skin, translucent flesh, are very juicy, and taste sweet and delicious.

The villagers probably didn't know this thing was edible, otherwise it would have been dug up long ago.

Unable to contain her excitement, Zhao Lian took out the knife she always carried and started digging. In no time, she had dug out more than ten fruits.

Zhao Lian wiped the dirt and fur off with her clothes, peeled off the skin with a knife, and stuffed the whole thing into her mouth. It was so delicious that Zhao Lian couldn't stop eating and ate more than ten in a row.

It's probably because of the long drought; the fruit is a bit smaller than usual, like a wampee, but something is better than nothing.

It hasn't rained for too long, and the ground is too hard. After a lot of trouble, we only managed to dig up two or three lotus plants, and a total of forty or fifty fruits.

It was completely dark by then, so Zhao Lian had no choice but to give up digging, put the fruit in her pocket, and turn around to go down the mountain.