System: The Path of a Mortal Being Stronger Through Being a Mother

The doors in the countryside are made of ordinary wood.

It was inserted inside, and when Lin Miao poked it, it broke with a creak, broke...

Lin Miaoke didn't care about those things. She was already full of anger, and she was even more unhappy because of hunger. If anyone wanted to starve her, no one would be able to survive!

She didn't even look at the stunned looks on Wang Hai and Fang's faces on the kang, nor did she care that her grandchildren were crying in fear. She had no feelings for them.

She just poked around with the stick. The room was small, so she found the half bag of coarse grains in a few tries and carried it out of the room.

The eldest brother Wang Hai and Fang had never seen the old lady so fierce before. Knowing they were in the wrong, they looked at each other, cowering and saying nothing.

After Lin Miao left the door, Wang Hai reluctantly pushed the half-broken door shut, ignoring the large hole, and quietly discussed with Fang what to do tomorrow.

Lin Miao was in no mood to care about other people's looks. Even though she knew that the second brother Wang Shu was looking out the window in her room, she was too lazy to pay attention.

He grabbed the third brother, threw the food at him, and shouted, "Go cook some thick porridge, and cook more. You're starving me to death, you unfilial little bastards."

Wang Sen usually acted like a spoiled brat with his mother, but seeing Lin Miao's expression today, he didn't dare to say a word. He quickly took the half bag of rice and went to the kitchen to cook porridge.

Lin Miao did not go back to the house, but sat on the broken stool in the main room, where she could directly see the situation in the kitchen.

Since I'm here, I'll just make the best of it. There's no other way. Regardless of whether I can do the task or not, I can't die.

If you want to live, you must live well and not let yourself suffer or be wronged.

The wood-fired pot was quite effective, and the porridge was ready in less than half an hour.

Although it is coarse rice, it should be new grain and it still smells very fragrant, especially for a very hungry person. There is nothing to be picky about and he will be full of anything you give him.

Wang Sen was also very hungry, so he filled a large bowl of thick porridge for his mother and himself, and put a few pickles on top.

Lin Miao didn't care that the pickles were cut into pieces thicker than his fingers. He just blew on them slightly and started eating.

Even after eating three bowls of porridge, she still didn't feel full. Lin Miao deeply suspected that Lin Miao did not die of illness, but of starvation.

But she also knew she couldn't eat anymore.

Pushing the bowl to the third child, he said, "Go wash it. Wash it clean."

Wang Laosan just called out "Mom" and wanted to act coquettishly to his mother, but when he saw Lin Miao's sour face, he held it back and went to wash the dishes in a sullen manner.

Lin Miao rinsed her mouth, returned to her room, and lay on the kang, thinking about things.

First of all, she wouldn't want these ungrateful wolves. What's the point of taking them? Would she keep them?

It is not reliable to rely on these people for your retirement. You are already adults and your thoughts have been formed.

But they are not like children who can be taught well with proper education. Even if they are children, she is not good at teaching them. She only spoils her own daughter and does not teach her.

The original owner also had some grievances, so he let them out first.

Now she has strength and there is no problem for her to stay alive.

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It was still dark and all the houses were quiet. Lin Miao carried a backpack and walked quickly into the mountains.

Behind the village are continuous mountains. It only takes about three miles to reach the foot of the mountain.

The mountain next to the village is not very high, and the local products on the mountain are not abundant, but villagers can often find some wild vegetables, mushrooms and other things on the mountain.

Sometimes you can see pheasants and hares on this small hill outside. There are hunters who often come here and keep a close eye on them.

Lin Miao was an ordinary person and originally did not have the courage to go into the mountains, but now she was in good physical condition and had the strength to stroll around the mountains and find a way to survive.

As for the time traveler's business, let's not talk about whether she has the start-up capital. She is a person who entered the system right after graduation and works in an office. She doesn't know the technical skills of engineering. She doesn't know anything...

Lin Miao carried an axe with him and picked up some stones on the way and put them in his backpack.

She wanted to dig some wild vegetables and pick some wild fruits. If she could come across a bird or a rabbit, she would be lucky if she could kill one and eat it secretly.

Although she is stronger now, she has never even killed a chicken. The main reason is that, most of the time, what you read on the Internet is a lie! !

Lin Miao has read many articles about time traveling to ancient times to hunt, but in the original owner's memory, it was not like that.

The dynasty in which Lin Miao lived was called the Dayu Dynasty.

As a country woman, the original owner didn’t know how many countries there were in this world.

She only knew that it was the Dayu Dynasty, the national surname was Zhao, and the village where she lived now was called Sanhe Village. There were three major surnames: Wang, Xu, and Guo, as well as a few other families with smaller populations, most of whom moved here later.

The Xu family is now the head of the village. The Wang family is the weakest among the three major surnames. The patriarch has no prestige and the family is a group of loose sand.

The division of people in this dynasty was not limited to scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans. For example, in the countryside, those who worked as farmers were allowed to farm and were not allowed to do business, but they could rent out shops and buy and sell their own agricultural products, but they were not allowed to run a shop.

If you run a shop, you will be classified as a merchant, and your three generations will lose the qualification to take the imperial examinations.

If you want money, you don’t want status; merchants can own land, but the merchant tax is very heavy, which actually suppresses business…

There is one thing I know clearly as a person who was born and raised in the countryside, that is, you cannot hunt without a license! ! ! !