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

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, showing no sign of stopping.

Everyone was starving, and Zhao Lian wanted to go out to find something to eat, but Zhao Di disagreed, saying that the rain was too heavy and it would be dark soon, so they had to wait.

Zhao Lian walked to the door and looked outside, carefully examining the surroundings to see if there was anything edible around the cave entrance.

But upon closer inspection, all that could be found outside the cave entrance were bushes and yellow spear grass; there was nothing edible at all, which disappointed Zhaolian.

It's already July, and if it rains for a few more days and then the sun comes out, these mushrooms might sprout.

"If you're hungry, drink more water. We can talk about everything else tomorrow!"

Sun Shangxiang boiled water and told everyone to drink it if they were hungry.

Anyway, that's how we've gotten through this period. No matter how tough things are right now, we still have water to drink, and being hungry won't make a difference if we wait a little longer. We can deal with everything else tomorrow.

As darkness fell, everyone began to look for places to rest; some sat on the ground, while others chose to lie down.

Fearing that someone or an animal might break in at night, Zhaolian moved a large rock to block the entrance of the cave, leaving only a small part of the entrance open for ventilation, and then placed a few Vine Trees on top of it.

Everyone was stunned to see Zhao Lian carrying the large rock over to block the cave entrance. They knew Zhao Lian was strong, but they never expected her to be this strong.

This stone must weigh at least three or four hundred pounds, but Zhao Lian lifted it up with ease.

Jia Ye couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Third cousin, you are really strong, you are simply amazing."

Liu Yao asked Zhao Di curiously, "Second cousin, third cousin is so strong, are you just as strong?"

It's said that children speak without restraint, and Liu Yao didn't mean anything by asking that question, but everyone's eyes still turned to look at her.

Not only was Liu Yao curious, but Yan Guihua also had questions in her mind. However, she hadn't seen the sisters for a long time and wondered what they had been through.

All I know is that when my daughter was alive, I never heard of any special talent or ability in this granddaughter.

Zhao Di pouted and shook her head: "Of course not, I'm not as strong as your third cousin. But I've never seen her so strong before. I don't know when it started, but suddenly she became very strong."

Zhao Di searched her memory, and found that Zhao Lian was not much different from her older sister, and that she was especially timid when they were young.

Zhao Lian chuckled self-deprecatingly: "Big sister, have you forgotten? I almost died after falling and hitting my head. I was saved in a dream by the God of Misfortune. All my skills were taught to me by that God of Misfortune."

Upon hearing Zhao Lian's words, Zhao Di remembered.

Correct! That's right!

When Zhaolian was seven years old, she fell and broke her head while carrying water. Her father and grandfather thought she was dead and even planned to carry her up the mountain to bury her.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Lian woke up later, and something started to go wrong with her. Zhao Lian changed completely and said that she dreamed of being with the jinxed god, and even learned something from him.

Not only did his strength increase, but his courage also grew, and he later learned kung fu.

Everyone sighed upon hearing Zhao Di's words, feeling both heartache and relief for Zhao Lian.

I felt sorry for her suffering so much, but I was relieved that she was alright in the end and even learned some skills.

Although everyone doubted Zhao Lian's claim that she dreamt of the jinx, they had no better explanation and naturally believed it.

For things that are incomprehensible to ordinary people, using the explanation of ghosts and gods can naturally make sense.

"Amitabha, it really is God's blessing!" Yan Guihua said with a serious expression, clasping her hands together and chanting.

Zhao Lian wanted to laugh, but she was too embarrassed to.

In the middle of the night, Zhao Lian was suddenly awakened by a sound of voices.

When I opened my eyes, it was pitch black, and I could only hear a voice in the darkness. It sounded like my third aunt, Jiang Si's voice.

"Yaoyao, don't scare your mother, Yaoyao~"

"What's wrong?" Liu Tongzhu also woke up.

Jiang Si's voice trembled: "Honey, something bad has happened! Yao'er seems to have a high fever, her body is burning hot."

"What's wrong? What happened?"

The sound also woke Yan Guihua.

"Mother, Yao Yao has a high fever, what should we do?" Jiang Si's voice sounded like she was about to cry.

Zhao Lian quickly took out a tinderbox and blew on it to start a fire. She saw Jiang Si holding Liu Yao and pressing her face against Liu Yao's forehead.

Liu Yao's eyes were tightly closed, her face was flushed, and her lips were frighteningly red.

Zhao Lian reached out and touched Liu Yao's forehead. It was indeed burning hot. According to her estimate, Liu Yao had a fever of at least 39 degrees Celsius. Even the breath coming out of her nose was hot to the touch.

Zheng Xiuzhen also woke up. Upon hearing that Liu Yao had a high fever, Zheng Xiuzhen immediately touched her son Liu Yan's forehead.

Whether it was Zheng Xiuzhen's imagination or not, she felt that Liu Yan's body temperature seemed a little high, and Zheng Xiuzhen's heart began to panic.

He quickly nudged Liu Yinzhu, who was standing to the side, saying, "Husband, husband, get up quickly."

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Liu Yinzhu was woken up by Zheng Xiuzhen. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and saw Zheng Xiuzhen's panicked face. Liu Yinzhu was instantly wide awake and asked, "Wife, what's wrong?"

"Liu Yao has a high fever, and our son's forehead also seems to be a little hot. Please come and take a look."

"What? No way? They were perfectly fine last night." Liu Yinzhu panicked when he heard that his son and Liu Yao both had high fevers.

Zhao Lian looked serious: "It must be because he got caught in the rain and chilled yesterday, plus he was frightened."

If only I had ginger, I could have made some ginger tea last night to ward off the cold and this situation wouldn't have happened.

"Yaoyao, wake up! You're scaring your mother!" Jiang Si patted Liu Yao's face.

But Liu Yao kept her eyes tightly closed.

Liu Yan was in slightly better condition than Liu Yao. She opened her eyes, looked at Zheng Xiuzhen, and said in a hoarse voice, "Mother, I'm thirsty. What's wrong? I feel feverish all over."

Liu Yinzhu quickly went over and touched his own forehead, then touched his son's forehead.

He was a grown man with rough hands, and he felt as if his son's body temperature was about the same as his own.

Liu Yinzhu hesitated, unsure: "Wife, when I touch myself, my son and I seem to be about the same size."

"Let me see~"

Sun Shangxiang walked over, placed her hand on Liu Yan's forehead, and then pressed her face against it. Her expression immediately darkened: "That's right, Liu Yan does have a high fever."

Yan Guihua and Zhao Lian went over and touched him, and found that Liu Yan did have a fever, but his condition was better than Liu Yao's. His temperature was not as high, and he was conscious.

In comparison, Liu Yao's situation was much worse; she had her eyes tightly closed and was breathing rapidly.