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

Wang Lianxiang was relieved to hear that Maodan in her arms was no longer in danger of death, but she was still anxious, after all, her son was her only support. She thanked Zeng Zhengen repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you so much."

Zeng Zhengen waved his hand, his tone calm but gentle: "Don't be in a hurry to thank me, the child still needs to rest well, wait until he recovers a little, and then come back to change his dressing tomorrow. Remember, don't let the wound get wet, and don't let him run around."

Wang Lianxiang nodded repeatedly, full of gratitude, and kept every word of Zeng Zhengen in mind: "I will bring him here to change the medicine tomorrow, thank you." After that, she hurriedly picked up Maodan and prepared to rush home.

Zeng Zhengen looked at their backs, sighed softly, turned back to the tent, and packed up the used herbs and utensils. She knew that the lives of these villagers were not easy, especially for a woman like Wang Lianxiang, who lived alone with a child, and her life must be even more difficult.

On the other side, when Wang Lianxiang rushed back to her parents' home with Maodan in her arms, she found the gate of the courtyard closed. She was extremely anxious and slammed the door: "Brother, sister-in-law, open the door quickly! Maodan is injured, I have to go in!"

But no matter how hard she knocked on the door, the sounds coming from inside seemed to be deliberately isolated from her, and the people in the yard did not make any movement.

"Did you hear me? Open the door!" Wang Lianxiang cried, her strength running out. Maodan in her arms was still unconscious. Wang Lianxiang looked at the closed door in despair, and the anxiety in her heart came like a wave.

Inside the house, Brother Wang and Sister-in-law Wang were sitting in the main room, listening to the knocking on the door outside and looking at each other.

"Brother, can't we open the door?" Brother Wang asked in a low voice, with a trace of pity in his heart.

Mrs. Wang sneered, her eyes grim: "We can't open the door! If we open the door, they will refuse to leave. Do you still want to keep those two burdens? They can't even sell their embroidery. They are all losing money! We can't give them food for nothing anymore."

Although Brother Wang was a little hesitant, seeing his wife's firm attitude, he could only nod helplessly: "You are right, but... they have nowhere to go now, isn't it too cruel?"

Mrs. Wang glared at him, her tone full of dissatisfaction: "Cruel? We haven't thrown their things out yet, we've been merciful enough! This door must not be opened today, don't be soft-hearted."

After hearing what Mrs. Wang said, Brother Wang didn't dare to say anything else.

Wang Sanmao looked at Wang Lianxiang holding the unconscious Maodan, and suddenly asked his mother curiously: "Mom, is Maodan dying? Will he not be able to play with me anymore?"

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Wang's face darkened and she slapped Sanmao's head fiercely: "What are you kidding! If that ungrateful little bastard died, it would save us a lot of trouble!"

Thinking of how Maodan had dared to contradict her before, Wang Dasao was furious. Such a disobedient child should have died earlier to avoid being an eyesore.

When Sanmao saw his mother's fierce look, he didn't dare to say anything more and retreated into the corner obediently.

Outside the door, Wang Lianxiang stood in the cold wind holding Maodan. She waited for a long time but her elder brother and sister-in-law did not open the door. She became more and more anxious. Maodan's body was not well yet, and she could not continue to waste time like this. However, her hands were sore from clapping, but the courtyard door was still closed, and there was no response from inside.

Just when Wang Lianxiang was almost in despair, her neighbor Aunt Li heard the knocks on the door and couldn't help but come out. She opened the gate of her house and called out, "Lianxiang, don't stand there, come in! The child is so weak, it's not a good idea for you to stand in the wind holding him."

Wang Lianxiang burst into tears when she heard this. She said to Aunt Li with gratitude, "Aunt Li, thank you, thank you so much."

Aunt Li waved her hand and said gently, "Hey, what are you thanking me for? We used to work together. This is what we should do. Come in and have a rest. Don't let the child catch a cold."

Wang Lianxiang couldn't help but feel sad when she mentioned the past. She thought of the days when her parents were alive. Although the family was not rich, it was at least harmonious and warm. But now that her parents had just passed away, her elder brother and sister-in-law had become so cold and heartless. Thinking of this, she felt sad and couldn't help but shed tears.

Seeing this, Aunt Li realized that she had accidentally touched upon her sorrow, and quickly changed the subject: "Hey, don't be sad, come in! Don't let the child suffer any more."

Wang Lianxiang thanked him several times before she followed Aunt Li into the yard with Maodan in her arms. Aunt Li took her into the house, asked her to put Maodan on the bed, and poured her a bowl of water: "You are exhausted, too. Drink some water and take a rest."

Wang Lianxiang held the bowl of water with mixed feelings. The Aunt Li in front of her made her feel a long-lost warmth.

Aunt Li looked at the skinny woman in front of her with a heart full of pity. She sighed and asked, "Child, what are you going to do next? Looking at the way your brother and sister-in-law are, I'm afraid they won't let you go back."

Wang Lianxiang lowered her head and shook her head blankly: "I... I don't know either. I can do nothing but embroidery. But my health is getting worse and worse, and I can't do much embroidery. Besides, Maodan is still so young, I really don't know what to do..."

Aunt Li also sighed after hearing this. The woman in front of her had a miserable life, but she couldn't think of any good solution for the moment. She could only sigh and said, "Alas! You are also a child with a miserable life. Why don't you go find the village head, Mr. Chen, he may be able to give you some advice."

Wang Lianxiang nodded, but she was still worried and felt that the road ahead was uncertain.

Zeng Zhengen, on the other hand, had no idea of ​​what happened to Wang Lianxiang. She continued to be busy with her own affairs and had no time to care about others.

Zeng Zhengen came to Fulai Village and worked on making adobe bricks for several days before he had enough adobe bricks. As for what Village Chief Chen had said before about asking villagers in Fulai Village to buy adobe bricks, Zeng Zhengen and his friends had no intention of doing so at all.

After the adobe was laid, everyone called Village Chief Chen over to measure the area of ​​the homestead, and then began to build the house in full swing.

The villagers unanimously decided to help Zeng Zhengen and her family build their house first. After all, it was thanks to Zeng Zhengen's help that they were able to successfully settle down in Fulai Village during their escape from famine.

In the end, Zeng Zhengfeng had no choice but to accept the villagers' kindness.

With the help of many villagers, construction of Zeng Zhengen's house soon began.

When the villagers were helping to build the house, Zeng Zhengen went to the city to buy some vegetables. Although these villagers came to help Zeng Zhengen build the house voluntarily, Zeng Zhengen could not just ask them for help for free.