Yang Ruoqing saw clearly that the person came was a middle-aged woman, with a tall figure wearing a blue-blue patched coarse cloth dress, her hair was tied in a bun, and a peach wood hairpin was inserted.

The woman's face was sallow and thin, her cheekbones were protruding, her eye sockets were deeply sunken, and she looked obviously malnourished.

The eyes are big and the skin is very white. There is a circle of thick shadows under the eyes, there is also some residual blood in the eyes, and the face is full of fatigue, as if it has not been closed for a night.

Yang Ruoqing looked at the woman, wearing the dress of an ancient peasant woman, and thinking about her body changes, Yang Ruoqing was stunned, and a popular word in recent years popped up in her mind: Time travel?

After Sun pushed the door and entered the room, he saw his daughter sitting up at first sight, uncovering the quilt, wearing patched garments, and a pair of black barefoots hanging by the bed. His eyes were staring at the door.

Sun's feet flashed slightly, a little disbelief, and a hint of ecstasy appeared on his face.

"Qing'er, when did you wake up? My mother was washing clothes in the yard, why didn't you say a word? Are you thirsty? Are you hungry? Do you want to swear?"

Sun quickly ran to the edge of the bed, asked repeatedly, while grabbing the jacket on the wooden stall in the corner of the bed, shaking the dust on it, and draped it on Yang Ruoqing's body.

The rough big hand covered with calluses gently covered Yang Ruoqing's forehead, as if she was feeling something carefully, muttering: "Thank God, this burn has finally subsided!"

Yang Ruoqing came to her senses, and her eyes fell on the woman who called herself "mother" in front of her.

As an international agent elite in her previous life, she has experienced strong storms and waves, and her vision of people is still very accurate.

The woman in front of her was full of sincere concern that could not be hidden.

Afraid that she would get cold, the woman squatted down and stuffed her barefoot into the hem of her clothes. She gently rubbed her dirty and black feet through the clothes with her palms, without any disgust.

"Why are you stupid daughter looking at your mother like this? Did you have a burning battle and don't know her anymore? Do you want to drink tea? Do you want to swear?" Sun raised his head, looked at Yang Ruoqing with a loving look on his face, raised his hand and gently stroked his daughter's chaotic hair, and asked in detail.

Hoosh?

Is it a relief?

My new body should be almost twelve or thirteen years old!

But this woman seemed to talk to herself in the tone of coaxing a four or five-year-old child.

Why is this? Extreme pampering? Or is there any other reason?

Yang Ruoqing couldn't figure it out and didn't have the time to think about it, because she was really dry and dry at this moment.

I opened my mouth and found that my throat was so swollen and sore that I couldn't make a sound. Didn't this woman just say that she had a high fever all night? It was probably because of tonsillitis and inflammation.

So she raised her hand and pointed to the teapot on the table, and the woman immediately reacted.

"My Qing'er is thirsty? Okay, I'll pour you tea now. You should listen to your mother's words and lie back on the bed. The fever has just subsided, so you won't feel the cold again!"

With the help of the woman, Yang Ruoqing lay back again and sat down beside the bed. She watched the woman walk over and grab a pottery tea bowl on the table, pour some tea from the teapot, and scrub the tea bowl casually, poured the brushed tea into the yard at the door, turned around and returned to the table, poured half of the tea again, then carefully took it to the bed and sat sideways on the edge of the bed.

Yang Ruoqing wanted to reach out to pick it up, but unexpectedly the woman grabbed Yang Ruoqing's back, helped her sit up straight, and then brought the tea bowl to her mouth, saying softly: "Come on, mom, feed you, Qing'er, drink slowly, don't choke."

Yang Ruoqing smiled bitterly. This woman is really abusive to children. Such a big daughter has to give her tea to her mouth.

Don’t it be said that poor children are already in the family?

This family is so poor that they can't live in, but they still spend their children to death and drink tea to their mouths. Sooner or later, they will have to raising the children!

Yang Ruoqing is really not used to this kind of serving tea. She was an orphan in her previous life. After wandering on the streets, she was adopted by the organization and received all kinds of cruelest training.

From childhood to adulthood, she has been alone everywhere. When facing everything, she has long developed an independent personality.

Forget it, my body was sore at this moment. I was just a new arrival again, so I just followed the local customs once.

Under the service of the woman, she drank three large bowls of tea, and her throat was finally a little more comfortable.

"Oh, I'm sweating, a good thing!" Sun touched Yang Ruoqing's forehead, the worry on her face faded a little, and said with a smile: "Your father went to the town to get medicine for you at dawn. I guess he should come back before lunch. Qing'er sits and stops moving, mom twists a handkerchief for you to wipe your face."

Yang Ruoqing nodded slightly and watched the woman turn around and go to the corner of the wall. There was a simple wooden shelf with a pottery basin on it and a half-old handkerchief next to it.

Yang Ruoqing watched the woman soaking the handkerchief in the water, twisted it hard, and turned her head from time to time, smiling at Yang Qiuyu on the side of the bed. Yang Ruoqing was a little lost.

This is not a dream. After crashing, I fell into the sea and was not drowned. Instead, I traveled to a poor ancient farmer's house, and there was such a mother who loved me.

Close her eyes and opened them again, and her eyes returned to her usual calmness.

Since God has given herself a chance to do it again, she must seize it and live a life of rebirth. She must live a different and wonderful life!

The veil was just now on the face and wiped it halfway. The door of the wing room was slapped open from outside with a "bang". Before the figure entered the room, the angry shouting came in.

"Old third family, why are you hiding in the house? After rubbing the clothes of the whole family, they don't go to the pond to water. If they are piled up in the basket, they will go to the ground to work with their bare butts?"

As the sound suddenly rang, Yang Ruoqing obviously felt the woman's hand trembling suddenly, and a bit of fear appeared on her sallow face.

Looking at the door of the wing, an old woman stood there with a wooden door, with a tiger face, sparse eyebrows, and eyes looking at people, it was like staring at you. She had a flat nose, thin lips, and gray hair combed behind her head, tied a bun, a silver hairpin was inserted, and she also wore a silver round earring on both sides of her ears.

The short and thin body was wearing a 70% new dark gray cloth dress, with very small feet, obviously wrapped around, and standing there was like a sharp compass nailed to the ground.
Chapter completed!