However, neither Zhou Yi nor the old Chinese medicine doctor knew why Song Xi was able to survive.
It's because Song Xi came over right after 'Song Xi' died.
It's just that I'm too weak to wake up!
It's not because of how advanced the old Chinese doctor's medical skills are.
Seeing Song Xi frowning in disgust, Zhou Yi, instead of being angry, was very happy.
Why are you happy?
Naturally, it was because his little wife was slowly recovering and would not leave him.
Being stared at so harshly by a strange man made Song Xi feel embarrassed and unhappy.
Not wanting to look at him, I had no choice but to close my eyes.
She couldn't accept the fact that she had a 'husband' as soon as she woke up.
Although this husband is quite handsome, I don’t understand him at all.
How awkward it is for two strangers to get together!
"Grrrrrr..." As soon as Song Xi closed her eyes, her stomach made an embarrassing sound.
She opened her eyes sheepishly and looked at Zhou Yi with a slightly longing look.
She couldn't move now and had to rely on him for everything.
From the time when 'Song Xi' fell down the hillside, she traveled through time, until she woke up.
I don’t know how many days have passed.
Anyway, her stomach was really hungry.
I guess the nausea just now was not because I disliked him, but because I was hungry.
"You wait." Zhou Yi glanced at his little wife, then left with the empty bowl.
After a while, another bowl came in, this bowl was full of broth.
Just no seasoning.
In this era when everyone can't even eat oil and salt, how can there be seasonings?
There is no spoon at home, so feeding soup is really difficult.
Now that Song Xi has woken up, it is no longer realistic to feed her by mouth.
Zhou Yi had no choice but to put the soup bowl on the table next to him.
Carefully, he reached out and helped Song Xi up.
Then he brought the bowl in front of her and asked her to lower her head and drink slowly.
But as soon as he lifted her up, he heard her gasping in pain.
He must have touched the wound on the back of her head. Zhou Yi quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, wife, I touched your wound."
After hearing Zhou Yi's words, Song Xi wanted to roll her eyes.
I really want to refute him, who is your wife?
But now she is so weak that she cannot even do such a small thing.
Now she is like fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.
Zhou Yi was afraid of starving Song Xi, so he quickly put the bowl to her mouth.
A faint fishy smell drifted into Song Xi's nose.
Suddenly, Song Xi felt sick in her stomach and wanted to vomit.
But I was really hungry, so I had to hold my breath and take a sip.
It's bland and tasteless, worse than boiled water. It's really hard to drink.
Song Xi once heard an old man say that people in this era are really miserable.
She can drink broth now, and she doesn't know how much effort Zhou Yi has put in behind the scenes.
If she still dislikes him, it would be really unjustifiable.
Song Xi endured her nausea and slowly drank the bowl of broth in small sips.
My body was too weak, and I was sweating all over after drinking this bowl of soup.
Weakly nestled in Zhou Yi's arms.
She felt embarrassed and wanted to stay away from him, but she couldn't.
Seeing that she had finished drinking the broth, Zhou Yi finally felt relieved.
He placed the empty bowl on the table next to him, and did not put Song Xi down after that. Instead, he continued to hold her like this.
Looking at the little daughter-in-law with several circles of white medical gauze wrapped around her head, she finally woke up.
He just felt that his heart was filled to the brim.
Song Xi was lying on the bed, and all she could see was the thatched roof above her head.
But now that he is leaning on Zhou Yi's arms, his field of vision is much wider.
She can have a clearer look at the house she will live in from now on.
The room is quite big, about the size of her living room in a modern house.
Apart from cabinets for clothes and quilts and a bed, there is nothing else.
So the whole room seemed particularly empty and desolate.
The bed she is sitting on now looks very new, probably newly made.
The walls of the house are made of mud bricks made of soil mixed with straw.
One meter up from the ground, everything is covered with newspapers and papers, some of which look like papers from textbooks.
It was probably bought from a garbage dump.
After looking at the whole room, Song Xi had only one thought, that is, poverty.
Rural areas in this era are too poor, with insufficient food and clothing, and unsafe housing.
Really, only by working as a worker or studying can you get ahead.
It's a pity that the original owner's opportunity to study is gone.
The reason why the original owner was able to study before was not because the Song family was so kind and provided money for her to study.
Instead, she asked some good boys to lend her money to study.
One cent for this, one cent for that.
She kept a small account book of her own, and she wrote down how much money everyone lent her.
If I plan to work in the future and earn money, I will pay back double the amount.
After all, it is easy to add icing on the cake, but difficult to provide help when the time is right.
She was also grateful to the little boys who were willing to help her.
The original owner's performance was pretty good, but in this era of extreme hardship and suffering when there was a lack of food, clothing, and supplies.
It is extremely difficult to get into the best high school in the county, but she got into it.
If you continue studying, you will most likely be admitted to university.
It was a sure iron rice bowl in the future, but this opportunity just disappeared.
Thinking of these things, Song Xi felt sad for a moment.
Suddenly she became anxious. Can she really survive in this era?
Can she really make the money to repay the favor?
Thinking of this, Song Xi let out an inaudible breath.
The most urgent thing is to take good care of your body first.
Then take a closer look at this era.
See which methods of making money are applicable in this era.
After a while, Song Xi fell into a deep sleep.
Zhou Yi gently put Song Xi down.
He went to the stove and brought a basin of warm water over, wiped her hands and face, then closed the door and went out.
Zhou Yi came to the well, picked up the wild boar meat soaked in the barrel, and went out.
A few minutes later, he came to the gate of the fence a little further away and shouted into the door, "Dad."
Zhou Yi shouted twice before a middle-aged man with a darker complexion came out of the room.
His expressionless face showed no joy, "What are you doing?"
This middle-aged man is Zhou Yi's father, Zhou Zhongguo.
Xi Jing doesn’t like living with her son.
When my son came of age, he applied for a homestead and built a house for his son.
The villagers, homestead land, mud bricks for building houses, etc. are all free.
Just provide lunch to the person who helped.
How could he miss such a great thing?
So their family has three residences.
Zhou Zhongguo is in one place, his eldest son is in another place, and his younger son Zhou Yi is in another place.
It’s just that the eldest son has been away for many years and there has been no news about his life or death.
Now only Zhou Zhongguo and Zhou Yi live in this village.
When Zhou Zhongguo walked to the fence.
Zhou Yi handed the wild boar meat in his hand to Zhou Zhongguo, "Dad, give me an old hen instead."