Zhong Wen quickly threw the remaining snake bubbles into his mouth, chewed them up, swallowed them, and then stood up.

Fortunately, there are so many snake bubbles to cushion my stomach, otherwise it would be like there is always fighting in my stomach.

Xiaohua watched helplessly as her brother swallowed the snake bubbles.

"Brother, don't eat anymore."

"Okay, I don't want to eat anymore, let's look for something else to eat."

Zhong Wen hurriedly changed the subject so that the little girl would not dwell on the matter and cause trouble for him.

When Xiaohua saw that her brother had promised not to pick those poisonous snake seeds, she finally felt relieved, but when she heard that she had to find something else to eat, she was worried that Zhong Wen would eat something poisonous.

Xiaohua followed Zhong Wen's buttocks and kept mumbling in a low voice.

"My brother ate snake paozi. I don't know if he will be poisoned to death. What if he is poisoned to death? But it should be fine. I only ate a small handful. If I eat snake paozi again in the future, I will

I must tell my mother and let her spank my brother."

Zhong Wen, who was walking in front, didn't hear clearly what Xiao Hua was saying behind him.

At this time, Zhong Wen turned his head and looked around. As long as it was edible, Zhong Wen would always pick some and throw it into his mouth.

Of course, there are also some common edible fruits. I picked some and gave them to the little flowers following me to have a taste.

As far as the small fruits are concerned, Xiaohua doesn't say anything anymore. She knows these and she used to eat them with her mother.

Half an hour later, Zhong Wen felt something was settling in his stomach.

Although it is just wild vegetables, twigs, buds, leaves, small fruits and the like, it can always fill the stomach. It just lacks more calories. Fortunately, it can cushion the stomach and prevent it from gurgling all the time.

"Brother, let's go home. My parents will be back soon after finishing their work. If they don't see us, they will be worried."

Along the way, Xiaohua also ate a lot of buds, fruits and other things that Zhong Wen picked for her, and she also had some reserves in her belly, but the sun was already high at this time.

"Okay, Xiaohua, we're going back right now, but don't tell your parents what we're doing."

At Xiao Hua's reminder, Zhong Wen raised his head and looked around. The dense jungle was covered with thorns and there were countless thatches as tall as one person, which made their journey a great deal of effort.

In the quiet dense forest, the chirping of birds and insects could be heard from time to time, and the sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the leaves. Zhong Wen thought about what happened in the village before, and suddenly shuddered violently.

Then, he took Xiao Hua and carefully retreated from the mountain forest, feeling nervous all the way.

After two or three quarters of an hour, Zhong Wen and Xiao Hua walked out of the forest. Fortunately, there was no danger. Zhong Wen was about to lift his legs and walk towards home, but was stopped by Xiao Hua.

"Brother, my parents will be back to make breakfast after finishing their work. We have to collect some firewood first and go back."

Xiaohua raised her little head and looked at Zhong Wen.

"Okay, let's go pick up some firewood and go home."

After listening to Xiaohua's words, Zhong Wen remembered that he didn't store too much firewood at home. He would always pick up some firewood every one or two days for cooking porridge and soup at home.

Zhong Wen took Xiao Hua to the edge of the forest, picked up a large bundle of dead branches for firewood, pulled some weeds, twisted them into straw ropes, tied them up, and put them on his shoulders.

The same was true for Xiao Hua. Holding a small bundle of dead branches, the brother and sister walked towards home with their legs.

The two of them returned home one after another and put firewood into the stove.

Zhong Mugen and his wife had not returned home at this time. Zhong Wen wanted to help the family with something, but there was nothing to do at home.

Zhong Wen then sat on the stone in front of the open space again, dazed in boredom, thinking about something in his mind.

Xiaohua looked at Zhong Wen, approached her brother, sat down next to him, and leaned against each other. At this time, it seemed that this poor family had a rare warmth.

Zhong Wen, with his head wrapped in a piece of cloth, stretched out his hands to scratch the itchy spot on his head. He wanted to scratch but was afraid of opening the wound, so he just endured the torture caused by the itching.

Two quarters of an hour later, Zhong Wen's mother came back from outside with a wooden hoe and a basket of wild vegetables in her hand. She saw Zhong Wen's brother and sister sitting on a stone in front of the open space at home.

"Xiaowen, why are you up? Why don't you lie down and rest? How is the wound? Does your head still hurt?"

"I'm fine, my head is just itchy."

Zhong Wen stood up from the stone. Not knowing what to do now, he opened his mouth to call this strange yet familiar woman. Should he call her mother or hello? It might take some time to buffer.

"Xiao Wen, why is your head still itchy? I'll go to the temple later and ask Director Li to come and take a look."

Zhong Wen's father, Zhong Mugen, came back from outside carrying a bundle of firewood and happened to hear Zhong Wen's words.

"When Director Li passed by here in the morning, I saw it. Director Li said it was nothing serious." Zhong Wen also didn't know how the father should shout out. He thought he would be able to shout out after a while.

"Has Daochang Li read it? That's good. As long as everything is fine, God bless you." After hearing this, Zhong Wen's mother quickly put down the things in her hands, clasped her hands in front of her head, and muttered something.

Zhong Wen's mother didn't know how to thank Daozhang Li, let alone God. After all, Zhong Wen was her only son. If there was something wrong with him, she really didn't know if she could bear it.

"God bless me, everything will be fine. I'll give you a handful of rice when my mother is cooking porridge."

After Zhong Wen's mother finished praying, she looked at Zhong Wen's head and made sure that nothing was wrong before carrying the basket to the kitchen.

"Don't run around these days, just stay at home and recuperate." Zhong Mugen threw the firewood aside, walked over and took a look at Zhong Wen's head. Although he couldn't see anything, he still stretched out his thick pair of hands.

Cao touched Zhong Wen's head with his hands.

Zhong Wen stood by the stone, not knowing how to describe his mood at this time. Perhaps this was because he was a parent and did not want to see his children harmed in any way.

"Xiaohua, come and help my mother light the fire, and she will cook some wild vegetable porridge." Zhong Wen's mother came out of the kitchen and called to Xiaohua.

After hearing this, Xiaohua went to the kitchen to help.

Zhong Wen stood there, not knowing what to do. There was nothing he could do in this house.

He doesn't know how to cook porridge, and his mother probably doesn't agree with him helping out like this. She wants to help his father with other tasks, but she probably won't be able to help him much.

Zhong Mugen picked up some farm tools from the edge of the house and began to repair them.

Although in Zhong Wen's eyes, it is just some extremely simple work. If it is said to be repair, it can only be said to be tightening and loosening the place with a stone. Moreover, except for kitchen knives and sickles, everything in this house is basically made of wood.

farm tools.

Zhong Wen sat back on the stone under him again, not knowing how to describe this broken home.

Speaking of how broken it was, it could be said that it was so broken that there was no valuable thing left in it. The most valuable items were probably the kitchen knife and the two sickles.

Pottery jars, cabinets, etc., these are basically worthless.

There is no need to think about clothes, shoes, etc., which one of the clothes the family members are wearing right now is the best?

The clothes on my body cannot be described as shabby, but can only be described as clothes worn by beggars. The only shoes are straw sandals, and cloth shoes can only be worn by Taoists from Longquan Temple. Basically no one in the village wears them.

"Xiaowen, you can't go to Guanli to do work in the past two days. Guanli is currently repairing the dilapidated hall. Those jobs are not what you can do. Dad knows that you want to earn some food for your family, but your body

Weak, let’s wait a few more years.”

Zhong Mugen held a stone in his hand, knocked on the farm tools at home, and gave instructions to Zhong Wen.

"I know, I won't work in the temple anymore."

Zhong Wen was sitting on the stone in a daze. When he heard his father speak, he quickly responded, thinking of ways to improve the living conditions of the family.

"Although you are almost eleven years old, you are too weak. It's also because your parents are incompetent and can't let you and Xiaohua have enough to eat."

Zhong Mugen stopped what he was doing, looked up at the two mother and daughter busy in the kitchen, and then looked at Zhong Wen.

"..."

Zhong Wen doesn't know what to say, and he doesn't know what to say. In this world, being alive is a good thing. As for having enough food, that was just Zhong Wen's dream before. As for Zhong Wen now, he only needs to find a way.

, can always change the living conditions of this family.

As for the future, Zhong Wen actually has more on his mind.

Although I am young, I am not a cripple. I cannot do much work, but I can always get some food.

Am I, a good young man who has traveled through time in the 21st century, still worried about not having enough to eat? If that were the case, I would probably make all the onlookers laugh to death.

At about ten o'clock in the morning, a family of four finished their so-called breakfast, which was just some porridge cooked with wild vegetables. Zhong Wen didn't dare to eat more, for fear that he would eat too much, and his father and mother would eat less and go to the ground.

You have to endure this hunger when you work.

"Xiao Wen, why don't you eat? Come on, drink this bowl of porridge. The wound on your head will heal faster."

Zhong Wen's mother took the last bowl of wild vegetable porridge and handed it to Zhong Wen's hand. Her face and eyes showed the greatness of a mother, but at the same time, Zhong Wen's mother also showed her concern for Zhong Wen.

"I can't eat anything in my stomach, you go ahead and eat it." Zhong Wen couldn't bear his mother's love. After speaking, he hurriedly left.

Zhong Wen was also a twenty-seven-year-old strong boy in his previous life, but the old lady he is now must be younger than him. Zhong Wen thought of this and left quickly.

It's not that Zhong Wen is being pretentious, but he just can't accept it for the time being, so he can only wait until later.

"What's wrong with this kid, Xiaowen? It wasn't like this before." Xiu looked at Zhong Mugen, with a worried look on his face.

"It's okay if Xiaowen can't eat it. Director Li has seen it and everything is fine. Don't worry. You and Xiaohua can share this bowl of porridge."

Zhong Mugen looked at Zhong Wen as he left the kitchen. He didn't feel too worried, but was curious that Zhong Wen was a little strange today.

"Mom, I'm full. You and dad can share this bowl of porridge." Xiaohua also quickly got up, put the broken pottery bowl in which she had finished drinking the wild vegetable porridge on the stove, and left the kitchen to go out.

Already.

"What happened to Xiao Wen Xiao Hua and his two brothers and sisters today? In the past, they ate as much as they had. Why are they full after just one bowl of porridge today? Are they sick?"

Xiu looked at Zhong Wen and Xiao Hua leaving and couldn't figure out why. She always felt that something was wrong.

"My dear, don't worry too much. I think Xiaowen really can't eat it, and Xiaohua also feels sorry for us. That's why."
To be continued...