Sweet Dreams in Famine Years: The System Leads to a Brilliant Life

"Uncle Pan, although the old saying makes sense, it's raining outside and we can't go on in the rain." Zeng Zhengen advised. She knew that there were many elderly, weak, women and children in the team, and going on in the rain would easily make everyone catch a cold.

Pan Yang frowned, feeling torn. He knew Zeng Zhengen was right, but the ancients' teachings made him hesitate to make a decision. "But Zeng girl, as the old saying goes, staying overnight in a temple is disrespectful..."

Zeng Zhengen smiled slightly, with a glimmer of wisdom in his eyes. "Uncle Pan, staying here is also a temporary solution. The Buddha is compassionate and I don't think he will blame us. We just want to survive this night."

Zeng Zhengen knew that the ancients had a deep fear of ghosts and gods, so she could only use the name of Buddha to dispel Pan Yang's concerns. Sure enough, Pan Yang was relieved after hearing what she said, and nodded in agreement. "You are right, Zeng girl, then we will spend the night here."

Next, Pan Yang began to arrange for everyone to spend the night. The villagers spread oil paper on the ground to prevent moisture from entering, and then put a mattress on top, and then a thin sheet. Although the walls of the dilapidated temple blocked the wind and rain, Pan Yang still arranged for several people to take turns to keep watch.

As the night deepened, everyone fell asleep one after another, leaving only the faint sound of breathing in the dilapidated temple. But Zeng Zhengen was not sleepy at all, tossing and turning, with a lot of random thoughts in his mind.

Finally, she sighed softly, and with a thought, she opened the system screen. "System, I want to draw a lottery." She said silently in her heart.

These days, Zeng Zhengen has purchased a lot of things through the system mall, and his points have slowly accumulated. Now he has more than 2,000 points, which is just enough for two draws.

After a moment, the cold mechanical voice of the system sounded in her mind: [Ding, deducting one thousand system points, and the lottery is in progress.]

The familiar lottery interface scrolled quickly before my eyes and stopped after a while.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for winning a big gift package. Would the host like to open it now? ]

Zeng Zhengen nodded gently and said with a smile: "Well, open it now."

Soon, the prizes for this lottery were displayed on the screen: four powerful pills, two bottles of spiritual spring water, and a note on how to get rid of poison.

Zeng Zhengen was no stranger to the first two prizes. After all, she had received these items before, so she was not surprised. However, when she saw the "Anti-Poison Notebook", the corners of her mouth twitched slightly. In her previous life, although she had heard of the mysterious existence of "poison insects", she had never really come into contact with them. Could it be that now that she was in this strange world, she would really have the opportunity to encounter such legendary things?

She wanted to take out the notebook and take a closer look, but she gave up because it was pitch black and she couldn't see clearly. "I'll study it later when I have a chance," Zeng Zhengen said to herself.

She put the prizes back into the system space one by one, then took a look at the remaining system points and found that she still had more than a thousand points. "Since I can still draw, I might as well try again." She thought to herself.

"System, let me draw again." Zeng Zhengen said softly.

[Ding, one thousand system points have been deducted, and the lottery is in progress. ]

The familiar lottery animation started again and stopped after a moment.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for winning a super gift package. Would you like to open it now? ]

Zeng Zhengen was pleasantly surprised. "A super gift package? That's quite interesting!" She immediately responded, "Open it and take a look."

Zeng Zhengen finally saw the prizes of this system reward: a 30-square-meter system space, a martial arts secret book, and a spiritual spring well. When she saw this super gift package, she was so excited that she almost jumped up. Before, she had been worrying about how to get a secret book to improve martial arts. After all, she was a woman with several children. Even if she settled down in the future, without enough martial arts points, there would still be many unstable factors in her life.

The next morning, life in the village resumed as usual, but the rain outside had not stopped.

The villagers looked at the continuous rain outside, and they became more and more anxious. Although they stayed here safely last night, they couldn't stay here forever. Pan Yang stood at the door, looking at the rain outside, and he was very anxious. Seeing that the villagers were getting increasingly uneasy, he wanted to find Zeng Zhengen to discuss countermeasures, but found that she hadn't gotten up yet.

Pan Yang had no choice but to appease the villagers and tell them not to panic for the time being and to discuss what to do after Zeng Yatou got up. After all, her wisdom and judgment helped the villagers escape the disaster many times, and she had become the backbone of everyone's hearts.

Zeng Zhengen slept until she woke up naturally. When she came out, she saw the villagers sitting on the ground with their heads down and worried faces. She was a little surprised and hurried over to ask, "What's going on? What happened?"

Zeng's mother saw her daughter got up and hurried over to her, handed her a few dry cakes, and said, "Zeng'er, we don't have dry firewood now, so we can't make a fire to cook. You can make do with what you have first."

Zeng Zhengen frowned when she heard this, thinking that this was not a long-term solution. She gently pushed the pancake back and said with a smile: "Mom, it's okay. I still have some noodles left from the last time I bought. I'll cook some noodles later."

Zeng's mother was embarrassed and shook her head: "But the firewood outside is all wet. How can we make a fire and boil water? I'm afraid we can't even light a spark."

Zeng's mother knew that the noodles Zeng Zhengen mentioned were the kind of instant noodles that only needed to be boiled in water for a few minutes before eating, so she asked in confusion: "Can it be eaten without boiling water?"

Zeng Zhengen smiled and explained, "Yes, mother, this kind of noodles is delicious even without boiling water, especially with the seasoning, it tastes absolutely great."

Zeng's mother was even more puzzled: "Really, I don't need to boil water to soak it?"

"Well, just eat it dry. You can try it later." Zeng Zhengen smiled mysteriously, as if holding a little secret in his hand.

At this time, several children also gathered around curiously, and Zeng Sicheng's sister and brother also gathered nearby, looking eagerly. Seeing this, Zeng Zhengen no longer kept them in suspense, took out a piece of instant noodles from his bag, put it in an oil paper bag, and then crushed it, then poured in the seasoning, and gently shook it a few times to evenly cover the seasoning on the noodles.

"Okay, you can eat it now." She smiled and handed over the bag.

Zeng's mother and the children all opened their eyes wide, their faces full of disbelief.

"This... can we eat it now?" Zeng's mother was still not sure. As she was speaking, the little foodie Zhang Jiahu standing next to her had already stretched out his little hand impatiently, grabbed a handful of noodles, quickly stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.