Traveling through ancient times to survive

Mrs. Zhao's footsteps were like nails stuck in the same place, not moving at all.

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Go back and cook for me. I'm starving."

Zhao Lan spoke in an urgent tone, wanting to go home immediately.

Mrs. Zhao comforted her daughter: "Alas, our family has more people and less food than your second uncle's family. You can stay at your second uncle's house for a few days. When we have more food, we will take you back."

"Ah?" Zhao Lan's face was full of disappointment. "Do I have to continue to starve in my second uncle's house? Didn't you ask me to go home today?"

"I told you to go home, not to not eat at Second Uncle's house."

"What do you mean?" Zhao Lan was confused. Everyone was speaking Chinese, so why couldn't she understand anything?

"How stupid! I told you to have dinner at your second uncle's house, and then go back to your own home. When it's time to eat, go to your second uncle's house."

Mrs. Zhao tapped her daughter's forehead with her finger, her face full of disappointment.

"???"

Zhao Lan couldn't believe that there were such shameless people in the world! How could she tell her daughter to treat other people's homes as free canteens without changing her expression? It seemed that she was too thin-skinned and needed to continue learning.

"You stupid girl, what are you looking at?" Mrs. Zhao was dissatisfied and scolded loudly.

"Nothing, mother, but my second aunt wants me to work for her, otherwise I won't have food to eat. If I want to eat, I have to work, so I really don't have time to go back."

"The second family is so stingy! What's wrong with giving your niece a bite to eat? Why does she want you, a little kid, to work for her? How shameless of her! Come on, I'll stand up for you. I'll scold her to death!"

Mrs. Zhao was very angry. Her own housework needed someone to do it, but her sister-in-law took the lead in ordering her daughter to do the work. What right did she have?

"No, mother, Second Aunt doesn't want to give me food to eat. If you make a fuss, she will drive me away. Mother, is there food for me at home? If so, I won't stop you from standing up for me." Zhao Lan used all her might to control herself from rolling her eyes.

Mrs. Zhao paused and said awkwardly, "I'll let her off this time. Be smart. When she asks you to work, just do it half-heartedly. Don't work yourself to death. If she goes too far, come to me. I'm not a pushover."

Mrs. Zhao left in a hurry, fearing that her daughter would drag her home for dinner. Zhao Lan watched her go with reluctance, and when she could no longer see Mrs. Zhao's back, Zhao Lan's expression immediately changed, "Boss's method is really effective!"

After expressing her feelings, she hummed a song and skipped away. Ever since the decision was made to train the entire village, Zhao Qing had been on guard against people from the old house coming to cause trouble. She taught Zhao Lan a trick that whenever someone came to find her, she must act like she had suffered a lot outside and was looking forward to going home.

"Cousin, I sent my mother away. I guess she won't come to cause trouble again." Zhao Lan couldn't wait to complain when she saw Zhao Qing. "Do you know what she said to me? She actually wanted me to stay at your house and go home in my free time. What can I do when I go back? I must work for her. I have lived for two lifetimes and finally I have opened my eyes. There are actually such people!"

Zhao Qing didn't care. In her previous life, she had seen all kinds of people. Those who were evil on the surface and had rational desires were much easier to deal with. She was afraid of those stupid people who seemed to have a grudge against you to exterminate your entire clan. Even if they would hurt themselves by 10,000, they would still hurt you 100 times. You could not understand the logic of his behavior at all. He would suddenly jump out and bite you. Even if he could not hurt you, he would at least disgust you.

"Don't be happy too soon. You'd better learn Kung Fu as soon as possible. Once you can beat all of them, you won't have to worry about your not-so-bright brain anymore." Zhao Qing poured a bucket of cold water on Zhao Lan who was in high spirits.

"I know, cousin. My brain is not very good, so I can only rely on physics to convince them. I will definitely train hard to surpass them before the snow melts."

Zhao Lan had never thought of relying on the boss to help her solve the problem. If she couldn't even overcome such a small setback, how could she have the nerve to follow the boss in the future? If you want to be a boss's younger brother, you can't be so useless.

"Then come on, I estimate the temperature will rise to around zero degrees soon." Zhao Qing casually threw a big bomb.

Zhao Lan cried out in astonishment: "Cousin, how did you know?"

"The temperature has risen a lot since the beginning of the Chinese New Year, and it has been rising every day since the beginning of spring. But the daily temperature rise is so slight that you are used to the cold and don't notice it. I can guarantee that the current temperature has risen by at least 20 degrees compared to the Chinese New Year. If the temperature continues to rise slowly like this, it will return to above zero in less than two months."

In addition, Zhao Qing's sixth sense also told her that the cold wave was about to end and they would soon face more severe survival challenges. The village would not be as peaceful as it was during the cold wave.

So when the village chief came to her and wanted to train the entire village, Zhao Qing agreed without much hesitation. By the way, she also fought for the opportunity for the women and children in the village to become stronger. If they endure some hardships now and become stronger, they will have more chances of survival in the future.

Those who stick to the old ways and are unwilling to adapt and strive for success will be quickly eliminated in the future changes in survival.

Anyway, Zhao Qing has already given the opportunity, and this is also the last bit of tenderness that Zhao Qing, who is used to seeing the fickleness of human nature, leaves for the villagers.

No matter what choice everyone makes, even if they are uninformed, they should accept the consequences of their choice. Zhao Qing will only respect and bless them. Of course, it is not convenient to tell Zhao Lan about this.

After hearing this, Zhao Lan believed it without a doubt. Every day after returning from the training team in the village, she would practice more on her own. She was not so serious even when she took the college entrance examination.

Zhao Qing was very satisfied. Although he was a little stupid, trusting and could not hold back, he at least knew how to work hard and had a good heart. He was not completely without merit and could serve as a reserve teammate.

But among the women and children in the village, there are not many who are willing to work as hard as Zhao Lan. Zhao Hong, her mother-in-law, and her sister-in-law barely count as three. The village chief's daughter-in-law and granddaughter count as six. There is also a person called Aunt Wang and her family, who also count as four.

If Zhao Qing had a God's perspective, she would know that just after the Chinese New Year, when some villagers wanted to instigate others to go to her house to borrow firewood, the villager who helped her family and scolded the others was Aunt Wang.

Zhao Qing just doesn't know it yet, but he secretly admires people like Aunt Wang, because only these dozen or so people who have reviewed seriously in private can make visible progress.

It’s not that most people don’t work hard, but they regard this exercise as a task that must be completed. They train seriously for an hour every day, but then give up after returning home, completely failing to understand the village chief’s painstaking efforts.

There were also a small number of people who started to slack off before half of the training time had passed. Among them were Mrs. Zhao Dasao and Mrs. Zhao Sansao from the old house. Seven-year-old Zhao Zi persisted longer than the other two.

Of course, there were a few villagers whose names Zhao Qing didn't even remember and they gave up after coming once or twice.

Zhao Qing watched silently and reminded only once. She was not like those kind-hearted heroines who regarded the whole village as their responsibility and had to teach everyone, regardless of whether they were willing or not, and shouldered everything on her own.