Traveling through ancient times to survive

Zhao Qing went back to discuss with his parents: "Dad, Mom, Lan Ya has entered the quarantine area. I think it will be difficult for her parents to send her food."

Wang Mei didn't believe it: "The eldest wife wouldn't be so cruel, would she? Would she starve to death if she didn't send her food?"

"That's hard to say. Lan Ya didn't allow anything to be brought in, and I didn't see her parents send anything."

Wang Mei was indignant and spoke up for Zhao Lan: "Poor kid, the first wife and her husband are such bad people, how could they not take care of anything for the kid? How can she sleep at night without a blanket in this weather? Isn't this just asking for death? Being reborn as their daughter is such bad luck!"

Zhao Chengchuan nodded in agreement: "Yes, Lan Ya is such a sensible girl. Last time she came to remind our family to be careful of the disease. We are also her relatives, and we can't just sit back and do nothing."

Wang Mei was not very willing. The couple in the first wife's house probably knew that her family was soft-hearted, so they kept pushing it aside and didn't care about anything.

"How are you going to manage it? Take on everything? We don't have any extra bedding for others to sleep in."

Zhao Qing suggested, "Mom, you can take down my winter quilt. It shouldn't be as cold as last winter. You don't need a quilt that's too thick. It's just right to take it down."

Wang Mei's blood pressure rose when she heard this: "You silly girl, you are so generous! You just took apart the newly made cotton quilt and gave it to someone else?"

"If you can't bear to part with it, how about giving me my old quilt? When Lan Ya saw me, she cried so miserably. You would definitely not be able to bear it if you saw her."

Wang Mei was a little hesitant, so Zhao Chengchuan tried harder to persuade her, "Lan Ya is such a popular kid. Last time she came to our house and slept for a few days, she was so sweet and called you auntie so affectionately. She is also very hardworking. She took the initiative to do the work when she saw you were busy. She didn't want to take advantage of us, so she immediately borrowed two bags of food. She hasn't eaten all the food she left at our house yet."

Zhao Deyan nodded in support: "Mom, Lan Ya is different from her parents. We should help her if we can."

Zhao Dezhang couldn't bear to think of Zhao Lan who had made him happy not long ago: "Mom, my second cousin is so pitiful, please help her."

Lan Ya is indeed a lovable girl, but her parents are really annoying. Wang Mei feels upset when she thinks of the tragic situation of being bullied before the separation. Now she has to take care of their children, which makes her even more annoyed.

But she really couldn't bear to watch her child starve to death. The balance in Wang Mei's heart slowly tilted towards helping Zhao Lan. Once again, she was controlled by the first wife. Wang Mei was furious and gritted her teeth.

"You four are the only ones who are soft-hearted. You deserve to be slaughtered by the eldest wife!"

The two looked at each other and knew that Wang Mei agreed.

Zhao Chengchuan shamelessly coaxed in front of the whole family: "My wife is really soft-hearted. There is no wife in the world who is kinder than you."

Wang Mei couldn't hold back her pride: "What nonsense are you talking about in front of the children!"

Seeing that Wang Mei's expression had calmed down, Zhao Qing struck while the iron was hot and brought up the issue of eating.

"Mom, is Lan Ya eating?"

Wang Mei's face was long: "Your father has already said that Lan Ya still has some food left in our house. Can I take advantage of a child?"

Just as they finished the discussion, there was a knock on the door. Zhao Deyan, who was sitting outside, got up and opened the door.

Zhao Deyan was surprised to see someone he didn't expect: "It's Hongya, what can I do for you?"

"Hello, cousin. I just went to see Lan Ya, so it's not convenient for me to go in. I want to thank my second uncle and his family for taking care of her on behalf of Lan Ya."

Zhao Hong stood far away from the door and bowed deeply after she finished speaking. Zhao Deyan had no time to stop her.

"You are too polite. We are Lan Ya's relatives, so it is our duty to help her."

Zhao Hong shook her head: "Cousin, nothing is right. Lan Ya should have been my parents' responsibility, but now I have to trouble you. No matter how much I thank you, it is not too much."

Zhao Deyan's scalp tingled. He really couldn't handle such polite things.

"Let's not thank each other anymore, we are all family, we should help each other."

Zhao Hong was touched. In the past, her second uncle's family had always been exploited by the old house, and the two families had been at odds since the separation. But now they were able to put aside their past grudges and help her sister. It seemed that her second uncle's family was truly of high character and integrity, and she was far inferior to them.

"Okay, but as Lan Ya's biological sister, I can't just stand there and watch. Let me take Lan Ya to dinner, and I'll have to trouble my cousin's family to take care of her bedding and other things."

Zhao Hong did not refuse the help from her second uncle's family. Isn't it that relationships become close when you bother me and I bother you? Being too polite will only make the distance closer. She is so happy that her second uncle's family is willing to be close to her sister, and she certainly cannot hold them back.

After sending Zhao Hong away, Zhao Deyan closed the door and went back: "Dad, Mom, you should have heard that we don't need to worry about Lan Ya's meals, they have all been taken care of by Hong Ya."

Knowing that someone was helping to pay for Zhao Lan's food, Wang Mei felt a little relieved: "She is a good sister. The two girls in the first house are not as cruel as their parents."

As expected, the family eating in the old house did not make Zhao Lan's portion. Zhao Zi carefully reminded: "Aunt, aren't you going to send food to my sister?"

Mrs. Zhao rolled her eyes and said, "You go if you want to go. I won't go to that dirty place."

Zhao Zi was frightened. Zhao Sansao slammed the table and said, "Why are you arguing with a seven-year-old? She's your own daughter! How can you be a mother like that? You don't care about your daughter's life or death at all!"

Mrs. Zhao didn't take it seriously, and her tone remained calm: "Anyway, this little girl is very capable. She has her sister and uncle to help her, so she won't starve to death."

Zhao Yuanmu made the final decision: "Old family, tell Hongya that no one in our family is allowed to go to such a dirty place!"

The first time Mrs. Zhao visited her after her eldest daughter got married, there was no greeting, no warmth, only condescending indifference.

"Lan Ya is infected with the plague, you bring her food."

After saying this, he turned around and left without waiting for Zhao Hong's response.

Brother Hu sighed and patted his wife's shoulder to comfort her: "Don't be sad, I'm here. I'll go and deliver Lan Ya's meal."

Zhao Hong refused: "No, she is my sister, my responsibility, it has nothing to do with you."

Brother Hu frowned: "I don't like what you said. What do you mean it has nothing to do with me? Who am I to you? If you don't want to have anything to do with me, who do you want to have anything to do with?"

Zhao Hong's heart, which had just been hurt by her own mother, felt as if it was soaked in warm water, and a hint of shame appeared on her ears.

"I was wrong. You are my husband. If you don't help me, who will?"

Brother Hu was satisfied and patted his strong arms.

"That's right. I'm your husband. If you don't rely on me, who else can you rely on? I'm a grown man and much stronger than you. It's most appropriate for me to deliver food to your sister."

Zhao Hong looked at her husband with eyes as gentle as water, and her happiness was beyond words.