Chapter 2

However, Zhou Yi and the old Chinese doctor did not know the reason why Song Xi could survive.

It was because Song Xi had come over when ‘Song Xi’ died.

It was just that she was too weak to wake up!

It was not because that old Chinese doctor was skillful.

Seeing Song Xi frown in disdain, Zhou Yi was not angry. Instead, he was very happy.

Why was he happy?

It was naturally because his wife’s body was slowly recovering and she would not leave him.

Song Xi was embarrassed and unhappy to be stared at by a strange man.

Not wanting to look into his eyes, she could only close her eyes.

She could not accept the fact that she had a ‘husband’ as soon as she woke up.

Although this husband was quite handsome, she did not understand him at all.

How awkward it would be for two strangers to be together!

“Gurgle, gurgle…” Song Xi had just closed her eyes when her stomach made an awkward sound.

She opened her eyes in embarrassment and looked at Zhou Yi with desire.

She couldn’t move now. She could only rely on him.

From the time ‘Song Xi’ fell down the hill, when she crossed over, and until she woke up.

She did not know how many days had passed.

In short, she was really hungry.

It was probably not because she despised him, but because she was hungry.

“Wait here.” Zhou Yi glanced at his wife and left with the empty bowl.

After a while, he came in with a bowl full of meat soup.

However, there was no seasoning.

In this era where no one could even eat oil and salt, how could there be seasoning?

Without a spoon at home, it was really difficult to feed soup.

Now that Song Xi was awake, it was unrealistic to feed her with his mouth.

Zhou Yi could only place the soup bowl on the table beside him.

He carefully reached out and helped Song Xi up.

Then, he brought the bowl to her and let her drink it slowly.

However, just as he helped her up, he heard her gasp 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.”

Hearing Zhou Yi’s words, Song Xi wanted to roll her eyes.

She really wanted to refute him. Who’s your wife?

But now, she was so weak that she could not even do such a small thing.

Now, she was like fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

Afraid that Song Xi would starve, Zhou Yi quickly brought the bowl to her mouth.

A faint fishy smell wafted into Song Xi’s nose.

Immediately, Song Xi felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

However, she was too hungry. She could only hold her breath and take a sip.

It was bland and tasteless. It was worse than plain water. It tasted really bad.

Song Xi had once heard the old people say that the people of this era were really bitter.

She could now drink broth. She did not know how much effort Zhou Yi had put in behind her back.

If she still despised it, it would really be a little unreasonable.

Song Xi endured her disgust and slowly finished the bowl of broth.

Her body was too weak. After drinking this bowl of soup, her entire body was sweating.

She leaned weakly into Zhou Yi’s arms.

She felt awkward and wanted to stay away from him, but she couldn’t.

Seeing that she had finished the broth, Zhou Yi’s worried heart finally relaxed.

He placed the empty bowl on the table beside him and did not put Song Xi down. Instead, he continued to hug her like this.

He looked at his wife, who had a few circles of white medical gauze wrapped around her head, was finally awake.

He only felt that his heart was filled.

Song Xi had been lying on the bed previously and could only see the thatched roof above her head.

Now that she was leaning in Zhou Yi’s arms, her vision was much wider.

She could look at the house she would live in from now on more clearly.

The room was quite big, about the size of the living room in her modern house.

Apart from the cabinet for clothes and a bed, there was nothing else.

Therefore, the entire room seemed especially empty and desolate.

But the bed she was sitting on now, it looked very new. It was probably newly made.

The walls of the house were made of mud mixed with straw.

One meter up from the ground, there were newspapers and papers. Some of them looked like paper from textbooks.

It was probably bought from the trash station.

After looking at the entire house, Song Xi only had one thought—poor.

The countryside in this era was too poor. They did not have enough to eat or wear, and it was not safe for them to live.

It was really only when they worked or studied that they could make a name for themselves.

It was a pity that the original owner’s chance to study was gone.

The reason why the Host could study previously was not because the Song Family was so kind as to pay for her studies.

Instead, she asked some boys who were close to her to lend her money to study.

One cent from this one, ten cents from that one.

She had a small ledger of her own. She had noted down how much everyone had lent her.

She planned to return double the money when she could work and earn money.

After all, it was easy to add icing on the cake, but difficult to provide charcoal in time of need.

She was also grateful to the little boys who were willing to help her.

The Host’s results were not bad. In this era where she lacked clothes, food, and supplies, the living conditions were extremely difficult.

It was not easy to get into the best high school in the county, but she did.

If she continued to study, she might be able to get into university.

She would have a solid job in the future, but this opportunity was gone just like that.

Thinking of these things, Song Xi felt sad.

She suddenly felt extremely anxious. Could she really live well in this era?

Could she really earn money to repay them?

At the thought of this, Song Xi let out an inaudible sigh.

The most important thing now was to recover.

Then, she would understand this era better.

And see which money-making methods are suitable in this era.

After a while, Song Xi fell asleep.

Zhou Yi gently put Song Xi down.

He went to the kitchen to bring a basin of warm water over and wiped her hands and face before closing the door and leaving.

Zhou Yi came to the well, picked up the wild boar meat soaked in the wooden bucket, and left.

A few minutes later, he was at the gate of a fenced courtyard, which was slightly further away, and shouted inside, “Dad.”

Zhou Yi shouted twice before an even darker middle-aged man walked out of the house.

There was no joy on his face. “What do you want?”

This middle-aged man was Zhou Yi’s father, Zhou Zhongguo.

He liked quietness and didn’t like living with his son.

When his son reached adulthood, he applied for a homestead for him to build a house.

Homesteads, mud bricks used to build houses, and so on were all free for the people of this village.

He just had to provide lunch to the people who helped.

How could he miss such a good thing?

So their family had three residences.

Zhou Zhongguo, his eldest son, and his youngest son, Zhou Yi each had one.

However, there was no news of his eldest son for many years. It was unknown if he was dead or alive.

Now, only Zhou Zhongguo and Zhou Yi lived in this village.

When Zhou Zhongguo walked to the fence.

Zhou Yi handed the wild boar meat in his hand to Zhou Zhongguo. “Dad, trade me an old hen.”