Chapter 1 Time Travel

Author: Qi Liang Broken Silver

Chapter 1 Time Travel

In the ninth month of the Xiande year, there was a severe drought.

Xiaohe Village is close to the mountains and is named after the small river next to the village. However, two consecutive years of severe drought have turned the small river into a creek.

Many villagers wearing short brown clothes are working in the fields. The wheat ears look golden in the sun. If you pay a little attention, you will find that most of these wheat ears are shriveled, and only half of them have wheat kernels.

In a tile-roofed house in the west of the village, about ten people occupied the entire room.

On the earthen bed covered with only a straw mat, a short and thin little girl was lying on it, her eyes closed, her face pale, her short, slightly yellowish hair disheveled, and her head wrapped with several circles of gauze.

"She is going to run out of energy. Let's prepare for the funeral."

"Miaomiao, please open your eyes, please. Mom, please."

There was a mess in his ears, with loud cries mixed with yelling and swearing coming one after another, as if countless hammers were chipping away at the mountain, tearing apart Cheng Miaomiao's head and hurting from time to time.

Cheng Miaomiao struggled to open her eyes and saw a group of old and young standing in front of the bed.

The woman closest to her, Mrs. Ye, cried so hard that her eyes were red. As soon as she saw her waking up, she immediately rushed over and hugged her tightly. She cried so hard that she couldn't breathe: "Miaomiao, you scared my mother to death!"

Cheng Miaomiao was stunned for a moment, feeling a dull pain in the back of her head.

The next moment, many memories that did not belong to her suddenly appeared in her mind, and she suddenly opened her almond-shaped eyes.

——Yaoshou, his body has been resurrected!

Her original name was also Miaomiao, but her surname was Cheng. She was just a little girl who was only five years old. She only drank a bowl of gruel all day. When she was really hungry, she went to the kitchen to secretly grab a piece of vegetable cake and ate it.

Within a few words, her grandmother Zhao came back.

Mrs. Zhao scolded her hard and still couldn't get over her anger. She pushed Xiao Miaomiao and hit her against the sharp corner of the stove.

No one was there on the spot.

So she, the mountain god who was struck unconscious by rolling thunder in the end of the Dharma Age, passed through.

Mrs. Zhao sighed, and the guilt on her face suddenly disappeared. She narrowed her eyes and said fiercely: "Okay, you loser, you stole my things and you still dare to pretend to be dead! I won't beat you to death."

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Old man Cheng took a puff of dry cigarette and drooped the corners of his mouth: "Okay, Sanya just woke up, please stop saying a few words."

"Should I say a few words?! She knows how to steal things at a young age. I don't care what happens!"

"mother!"

Cheng Erlang, who had been standing silently beside him, suddenly shouted.

He glanced at Miaomiao's mother and daughter who were holding each other and crying, and spoke in a rare strong voice: "Miaomiao is still young and growing. It's just a vegetable cake and she can eat it. Just give her a few words and it's enough.

Why push her?"

"She is my granddaughter, why can't I teach her a lesson..."

Mrs. Zhao glared at him, pointed at the bed and cursed. Before she could finish her words, a weak, thin and cramped scream suddenly sounded in the room.

Everyone immediately looked towards the source of the sound, and saw Cheng Miaomiao suddenly curled up in panic, with big tears falling, shaking his head and muttering: "No! I don't dare to do it anymore... No, don't sell it."

I didn’t even hear that my uncle owed money from gambling debts, really not."

The child stuttered, but it did not prevent everyone from understanding what she said.

Cheng Erlang's face instantly turned livid and pale.

Mrs. Ye was so angry that her hands and feet were trembling. She looked over in shock and fear, and her voice was trembling: "Mother, you..."

The villagers who heard the news outside the house and came to watch the excitement looked at Mrs. Zhao with obviously unkind eyes.

What the Cheng family's Sanya said clearly meant that Cheng Wulang owed money from gambling debts, and Mrs. Zhao wanted to sell Sanya to Wulang to pay off the debt!

Mrs. Zhao suddenly became panicked and said in a sharp voice: "How can you believe what this damn girl said? I never said such things, she is lying!"

"Sanya is only five years old, does she know what a lie is?!"

Old Man Cheng's weathered face was filled with anger.

Everyone's eyes fell on Mrs. Zhao, and no one noticed the abnormality of little Cheng Miaomiao.

Those eyes filled with tears were filled with calmness, how could there be any dullness or fear at all?

Old Man Cheng's fingers that were holding the pipe were trembling. He forced himself to look at Erlang, whose face was ashen, and said: "Erlang's wife, you stay here to take care of Sanya. You, go out and tell me clearly about Wulang!"

Mrs. Zhao was startled by his ugly face and did not dare to speak.

The villagers who blocked the door of Cheng's house to watch the excitement quickly dispersed, and the Cheng family all left the house and stood crowded in the main room.

As soon as the person left, Cheng Miaomiao wiped her tears as if nothing was wrong, her eyes moved, and she pursed her lips, thinking that Mr. Zhao was so annoying that even though he bullied Xiao Miaomiao before, he still wanted to bully her now.

Let’s have her spring and autumn dreams!

This room was made of rammed earth, and even the bed for sleeping was an earthen bed, a set of willow wood tables and chairs, and cabinets, that's all.

It was so crude that Cheng Miaomiao couldn't believe it.

Although she was the last mountain god to gain consciousness in the Age of Ending Dharma, ordinary humans on the mountain top where she lived lived many times better than the people here, not to mention the electric lights they later used.

Moreover, the spiritual energy here is thin and the environment seems to be very bad.

Just as Cheng Miaomiao wanted to sense more, she was suddenly scooped into someone's arms and hugged her.

Ye's eyes were filled with tears and her voice was trembling: "Don't be afraid, Miaomiao, I will never let you be sold... Does your head hurt?"

Cheng Miaomiao nodded, stretched out his hand to touch his growling stomach, and said, "Hungry."

"Mom, I'm going to get you something to eat."

Ye wiped her tears, opened the big wooden box under the bed, took out a small box, took out the oil paper bag inside and opened it. Inside was mung bean cake broken into many small pieces.

Now is the year of disaster, and the price of pastries like this can be several times more expensive than before.

Cheng Erlang bought this bag of pastries for her when he went to town to sell things. He kept it because he couldn't bear to eat it.

Cheng Miaomiao was easily aroused by the aroma.

Her movements were a bit hasty, and Awu stuffed the whole pastry into her mouth in two mouthfuls, just like she had done when she sucked in spiritual energy. When she was about to swallow it, she realized that she was choking. She quickly looked to Ye for help.

At this moment, several incredible roars suddenly sounded from the other side of the main room: "What, Wulang owes ten taels of silver?!"

They were noisy, one was louder than the other, and there was a loud clang of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Mrs. Ye was stunned for a moment, turned her head and glanced towards the outer room, quickly looked away, poured a glass of water and handed it to Cheng Miaomiao's mouth, asking her to drink it slowly.

Cheng Miaomiao thought it was too slow to drink like this, so she reached out and held the pottery cup and started to drink.

Suddenly, her eyes narrowed.

Fortunately, a blue-covered book suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and the body of the book was still glowing with a faint golden light.

The book was floating quietly in the air, with the four characters "Illustrated Book of Mountains and Seas" written on the blue cover. Cheng Miaomiao tilted her head, stared at the book, and hummed in confusion.

What is this?

The next second, the book flipped through the pages and quickly stopped at one of the pages. The top of the page read "Water Quality".

[Host: Cheng Miaomiao

Location: Jin Dynasty, Xiaohe Village, Han

Water quality: Level 2, slightly polluted]

Cheng Miaomiao:???
Chapter completed!