Cheng Ling reached out and pressed Liu's wound.

This scar was indeed very shallow, that is, the skin was broken a little and there was a trace of blood. By this time, the bleeding had stopped naturally.

But the moment Cheng Ling pressed on it, Liu still felt a sharp sting.

The familiar fear struck again, and Liu froze immediately.

In particular, although Cheng Ling has not yet grown up, he is actually a little taller than her in terms of height.

This slight height difference gave Liu a sense of threat from being looked down upon by Cheng Ling.

Cheng Ling said softly: "Auntie, you wouldn't think that the skin injury just now was because of my nephew's lack of strength, so it was just a skin injury, right?"

Mrs. Liu's legs were shaking a little, and she said with a fierce expression: "What, what do you want to do? I am your aunt, yes, your elder! Don't go too far!"

Cheng Ling smiled and said: "Let alone the aunt in the next room, what if I'm my own aunt? In this world, etiquette, rules and regulations are all in chaos. Auntie, don't push me too hard.

Otherwise, the piece of porcelain will no longer be gently scratched by your neck next time."

Mrs. Liu looked at her smile, but felt a chill rushing from the middle of her neck to both sides.

Cheng Ling took a step back, and Liu suddenly felt a thrilling feeling of escaping from the claws of a ferocious beast with a slim chance of survival.

Who dared to argue any more now? He just grabbed Uncle Cheng who was still sitting on the ground and ran away.

Uncle Cheng: "Ouch! Can't you be gentler, mother-in-law?"

Ms. Liu: "What a fool! You are so worthless, I will be unlucky for the rest of my life if I marry you! I don't know why such an evil thing happened to your old Cheng family..."

The two people gradually moved away, blending into the group of refugees, and went to the area closer to the city gate.

The sheds there are not as crowded as those outside, are made of sturdier materials, and tend to occupy a larger area. Generally, refugees who are more powerful and have more able-bodied members of the family can live there.

It used to be that every morning and evening, large households in the city would come out to set up porridge shacks to serve porridge, and these refugees who were closer to the city gate were often able to grab the porridge first.

The shed of Cheng Ling's family is at the outermost edge of the refugee gathering area, farthest from the city gate. If you go further, you will enter the mountains.

Not only is it difficult to grab porridge at this location, there are also many insects and snakes on the mountainside. At night, the whistling wind and the flying mosquitoes make people feel miserable.

But these are nothing. The most disappointing thing is that in the past two days, there is no porridge in the city!

During the summer floods this year, the Jinshui River burst its levees, causing disasters in most parts of Yunchuan County, and refugees fled in all directions.

Cheng Ling's family is from Meihua Village in Lou County, so they chose a route heading north.

We walked like this for more than 20 days. Along the way, neighbors first gathered around us, and then people who were fleeing the same way died and scattered. Gradually, more new faces appeared around us.

After arriving in Ping County like this, the only people I knew or were familiar with were Uncle Cheng and his family.

However, although the two sides are of the same clan, they have been separated since Grandpa Cheng Ling's generation.

When they were still in Meihua Village, the two sides couldn't be said to be very close. When they were on the way to escape, Uncle Cheng's family was even more afraid that Cheng Ling's family would take advantage of them. In this way, there was not much mutual help, but bullying.

There are quite a few.

There is no need to go into too much detail about these things. In short, Cheng Ling has integrated the memory of the original owner since she time traveled. Now she is gradually recalling various information in her memory, and she has a good idea of ​​what she needs to do now.

Cheng Erni watched Mr. Liu and Uncle Cheng go away, and then she smiled softly: "Brother Ling, you are really great!"

Cheng Dani also had a slight smile on her face, but she sighed: "Without food to eat, what's the use of this breath?"

With that said, she walked directly to her shack, opened the straw curtain and bent down and walked in.

Cheng Erni winked at Cheng Ling and quickly followed, and Cheng Ling naturally followed suit.

The shack was built low, only about four feet high, and people couldn't stand up straight inside. The space inside was also very small, only about three square meters.

There were some tattered things piled up in the corner, and there was actually a person curled up beside the pile of tattered things!

This person is their mother, Mu Sanniang.

Mu Sanniang is a tall woman with a big frame and long arms and legs. She is curled up on a pile of rags. Her eyes are closed tightly, her face is sallow, and her lips are pale. Just looking at it, you can imagine it.

How much she was suffering at this time.

Cheng Dani looked at her, her eyelids trembled, and two tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

But she just pursed her lips and didn't wipe the tears on her face. She bent down and walked to the pile of broken things next to her. Then she dug out from underneath, and finally took out a thick porcelain bowl with a chipped mouth.

Come.

Opening up a piece of gray cloth wrapped on the coarse bowl, I saw that there was half a bowl of thick porridge that had been so cold that it solidified into a paste!

Cheng Erni suddenly exclaimed: "Sister, you actually..."

Cheng Ling quickly reached out and covered Cheng Erni's mouth. Cheng Erni also woke up and immediately closed her mouth in annoyance.

Cheng Dani said softly: "Every time after receiving the porridge, my mother-in-law and I secretly keep some. This half bowl was left over from the day before yesterday. After that..."

After that, no noble people in the city came out to give porridge.

The half bowl of porridge left over from the day before yesterday was not only cold and turned into a lump, but also had a layer of yellow water on it.

In this small shack, the cold porridge exuded an indescribably unpleasant sour smell.

But Cheng Dani cherished this very much and only said: "Aniang can't wake up, she must be starving. Although she asked me to keep the food for a few more days, she will never touch it until Brother Ling can't hold it anymore."

Porridge, but..."

At this point, she looked at Cheng Ling and pleaded in her voice: "Brother Ling, let me eat it first, she won't be able to hold on any longer."

Cheng Ling:......

It felt like there was something blocked in my throat, and a kind of sadness and discomfort welled up from my bones.

She took a gentle breath and did not say anything like "This porridge is bad and I can't eat it." Instead, she squatted next to Mu Sanniang and raised her hand to put it on her left pulse gate.

After gently checking his pulse and combining it with his original memories, Cheng Lingtong suddenly knew what was going on.

She whispered: "What grandma needs more is medicine."

But where to find medicine?

Cheng Ling, who has always been organized since time travel, feels that he has controlled his emotions extremely well. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel confused.

She looked through the cracks in the dilapidated shack and was considering the possibility of going into the mountains to collect herbs and find food, when suddenly she felt her vision blur.

Something’s not quite right…

Wait, what did she see?

A small, dark space that looked like there was no light appeared in front of her.

What was very magical was that even though the space was dark, she could see every object in the space clearly.

What are they all about?

Small steel cup, alcohol stove, water purification tablets, compressed biscuits, dehydrated vegetables...
Chapter completed!