Quick time travel: The cold villain is acting like a baby in my arms again

"Sister Wan, sister Wan, wake up, don't go to sleep, why did you fall asleep here?"

Mu Ciwan opened his eyes in a daze, and what he saw was a relatively strong woman, her head was wrapped in a cloth to prevent her hair from getting in the way, she was wearing coarse linen clothes, and she was carrying a hoe on her shoulder. Thirty years old.

There seemed to be the sound of birds chirping in her ears, she checked the surrounding situation calmly, and then completely focused on the person in front of her.

"Aunt Liu, thank you for waking me up," Mu Ciwan smiled, "It's a good day, I just finished harvesting the rice today, I was thinking of resting here for a while, but I didn't realize how long it had passed."

"You have to pay attention in the future. You scholars are weak. If you have anything to do, you can come to your aunt. It's not easy for you alone."

Aunt Liu said and sighed.

When other scholars pass the exam, their families eat and drink for food, but at this time, Xiucai met his father's death just after he passed the exam, and he had no relatives at home, so he had to do it himself even when he went to the fields.

It was unthinkable for a scholar to go to the ground before.

After a brief chat with Mu Ciwan, she carried the hoe to the field and asked Mu Ciwan to come to her house to get some food at night.

Mu Ciwan accepted Aunt Liu's kindness with a smile, and did not restrain the smile on her face until her figure disappeared into the field.

She looked down at her hands, which were slender and fair, not like peasants, familiar yet unfamiliar.

Mu Ciwan curled his lips and smiled mockingly.

Looking around, I couldn't see a few people on the road. The rice field in the distance was half down and half left, and the sun in the sky was scorching, but she chose a good location, and the trees behind her seemed to be more than ten years old. Covering the sun and setting it down is a lot of coolness.

While thinking, she frowned and subconsciously covered her chest.

She only knew that she had traveled to this world, but she couldn't remember the original world clearly.

She always felt that she had forgotten something very important, but no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't come up with the answer.

I can only helplessly put my thoughts on the memory that belongs to this world.

In this world, women are respected. Women make money to support their families outside, while men are as beautiful as flowers at home.

The original owner was a scholar, his mother died early, and he was brought up by his father's hard work. He thought that if he was admitted as a scholar, his father would be able to live a good life, but he didn't want his father to die on the day of the exam, even until he returned home. It was only later that I found out that it has never recovered from a setback.

I didn't go to the academy anymore, and stayed at home every day in a daze. It passed like this for more than a month, and I didn't go to cut the rice until the villagers reminded me that the rice was ripe.

Just after cutting the rice, the depression came up again, and he fell into a drowsy sleep after sitting by the tree.

Thinking of this, Mu Ciwan calmly accepted the fact that he traveled through time, anyway, he was not alive anyway.She stood up and patted the dust off her body, walked to the cart of rice, and prepared to pull it back.

Not to mention, it's still a little heavy.

The original owner's psychological quality is too poor, but even if there is a little thing, he is so shocked that he can't hold his head up.

Mu Ciwan doesn't have any feelings, maybe she can't feel any feelings for everything in the world, so she just thinks the original owner is too stupid.

The house was a little far from the ground, and I met many people along the way, who greeted her with a smile, and she nodded, politely rejecting their offer of help.

Now is the busy season of farming, and each family is extremely busy, and they only greeted each other politely, and then rushed to their own fields after saying hello.

Looking at the dilapidated house in front of him, Mu Ciwan estimated that it would take about half an hour from the field to his home.

She moved the rice, the car was not her own, but the Wu's next door, and she had to return it immediately when it was used up.

After returning the car and rejecting the other party's offer to keep her for dinner, Mu Ciwan was able to take a closer look at the dilapidated house.

When the original owner's father was there, the small courtyard was well-maintained, chickens and ducks were raised, and some small vegetables were planted in front of the courtyard.But in just one month, dust accumulated in the house, and the outside yard was also dilapidated. Only a few withered yellow leaves of the side dishes were left hanging on the ground. people.

The house has a narrow lobby with a bedroom on each side. It looks shaky, and you don't need to think about it. It will definitely leak when it rains.

There is also a kitchenette on the far right.

Mu Ciwan found out the original owner's savings. The family was already poor, and he had been sitting and eating for a while, so he had already run out of a few copper coins. Even if she didn't come, the original owner might starve to death in a few days.

Mu Ciwan weighed it in his hand and put it back to its original place.

Looking at the poor and white house, thinking that I have to go to the town to buy something tomorrow.

Money became the biggest problem.

Thinking about it, she went around to the small kitchen next door, where there was a pot on top of a large stove, and some bottles and jars beside it, but there were nothing really useful.

The original owner hadn't been in charge of this house for a month, and he sat and ate every day. The kitchen was already empty, except for a little wild vegetable that the neighbor next door sent him, there was nothing to eat at all.

Reluctantly, she rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find some rice, lit a fire according to her memory, fried some dishes and ate hastily.

While adding bath water to the pot for today, he was thinking about going to town tomorrow.

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Having said that, the important things are put here:

There is no memory before Ciwan, thinking that he is time-traveled, and he will recover after seeing Cimu. It’s just sweet (mainly because I suddenly remembered that I promised a treasure to write about the heroine, and the young husband went to the village to find the heroine. I should make up and make up. There should only be a few chapters.)