"Hey, comrade, wake up!"

"Wake up, we've arrived!"

Song Hongguo fell into a daze in sleep. She could not help but frown in annoyance as she was being shouted at like a ghost, but she couldn't open her eyes.

"Are you feeling dizzy from the fever? Look at her blushing face. She's not fainting, right?" Another voice sounded, and he pushed her arm tentatively.

Song Hongguo didn't like being touched by others, even in her sleep, she would subconsciously wave her hand away. It wasn't that she didn't want to wake up, but she was entangled in the dream. The dream was also weird, it was another girl's life in the past twenty years.

When she was three years old, her biological mother passed away. Two months later, her stepmother came in. A year later, she had half-brothers and sisters. The family of ten was eating, and they were about to starve to death. After a few hours, she was pushed out and sold.

One hundred dollars, and I will never have anything to do with that family again.

When she was five years old, she followed her adoptive father to Province Y. She thought that she would have a prosperous life, but she did live a good life for a few years. She was the only child in her adoptive parents' home, and both of them were workers. Naturally, there was no shortage of food and drink for her. She even studied and even

After going to college, college students at that time had a bright future. Unexpectedly, bad luck would catch up with her again. Her adoptive parents passed away due to illness. People around her whispered behind her back that she was a star. With such a reputation, she was no longer the local star.

Unable to stay any longer, she took care of everything and returned to Shandong Province after more than ten years.

Of course, none of this was actually what she wanted. This was the path that her adoptive father had arranged for her before he passed away, and he also assigned her a task that sounded daunting.

Adopt two children she has never met! She must treat them as her own, have a good life and raise them well, and cannot repay her kindness...

Song Hongguo couldn't help but laugh in her dream. A twenty-year-old girl couldn't even take care of herself. How could she raise children? Raising two at once, with so many weird additional conditions, Holy Mother

She doesn’t take it seriously, but it’s someone else’s business, and she won’t point fingers, just watch it for fun…

However, before the fun was over, she was woken up by being slapped. Probably because they were afraid that something would really happen to her, the person who attacked her this time was very energetic and had a high voice. They shouted repeatedly, "Wake up, wake up, don't bother shouting."

Comrade the flight attendant, I just said it's okay, you can still catch a cold under such a thick military coat?"

The envy and jealousy in his tone went straight to the sky, but when he met Song Hongguo's eyes that suddenly opened, they turned into a smile and flattery, "Comrade Song, are you still feeling uncomfortable? Do you want to drink some hot water?"

Song Hongguo's eyes were straight and she didn't say a word. The words "Comrade Song" were like spring thunder. As far as her eyes could see, the old-fashioned train carriages, in which men and women were wearing dusty and patched clothes, made her even more nervous.

I'm feeling numb, I suspect it's a nightmare and I haven't woken up yet.

The young woman opposite was so frightened by the sight that she tugged on her braid unnaturally. She thought to herself that she had done nothing wrong, so she coaxed her into eating a few apples and eggs. She was indeed a bit harsh just now.

Well, as for glaring at her like this?

"Comrade Xiao Song?" A young man wearing glasses waved his hand in front of her eyes and asked in surprise, "Are you suffering from a nightmare?"

"Ahem, what are you talking about? It looks like you have a fever..." Another middle-aged man wearing an old black cotton coat and sitting on the upper bunk gave a vague reminder.

The bespectacled man's face suddenly stiffened, and he hurriedly agreed, "Yes, yes, he must be suffering from fever. Who has the medicine for that?"

As soon as these words came out, the air became quiet.

These days, medicine is not easy to buy, and if you have money, you need to have connections. When you are away from home, if you meet by chance, you can say a few kind words and lend a hand, but not everyone is willing to help someone who is hurting your muscles and bones.

Song Hongguo didn't care about the embarrassing silence. Her mind was in a mess. Just now in her sleep, she was watching other people's excitement and laughing at others for wanting to be a virgin. But when she opened her eyes, she became that person.

The girl in the dream was born in the early 1950s and has the same name as her, so...she has traveled through time?

Or is it an era like this, where we lack food and clothing, have money and no place to spend it, and are experiencing famine?

Didn't she just undergo several surgeries in a row without taking any time to rest? Seeing as she was a doctor and rescuer who died from overwork, shouldn't she be given a better identity when she traveled through time? That would be to travel to the home of a wealthy family in ancient times.

As a scorned concubine, at least she would not lack food and drink. No matter how difficult it was to arrange her identity as a peasant girl, she could still prosper with her medical skills, but what could she do in the 1960s?

Responding to the call to farm in the countryside? Can't she endure that hardship and get rich? Don't even think about it, I will catch the beans for you in minutes. Of course, she can still go to work. The adoptive father of this body has also arranged a job, but

Where do you spend your earned wages?

Materials are scarce, and everything you buy has to be supplied by ticket. Not to mention eating well, it is difficult to have enough food and clothing. For a foodie, life is worse than death.

Soon, she felt the despair and pain that was worse than death.

Her stomach was protesting like a spasm, and the feeling of hunger made Song Hongguo temporarily ignore the current situation. With the remaining memories in her mind, she took out the bag she brought with her and rummaged around.

The more I searched, the darker my face became. Finally, I was holding a hard and hard wotou in my hand and wanted to die again right away!

Why did the time travel master play with her? Why did he give her the hell mode? In his previous life, he had lived for thirty years without doing anything unconscionable, so he gave her this arrangement?

At this point, some people said sarcastic things, "Is this steamed bun of yours made of millet flour? Young people just don't know how to live. If you mix some black flour and bran into this, you can make three more. What are you doing?"

I am stuttering, but my throat is relieved. Is it possible that I am full? I am still not hungry..."

The person who said this was a woman in her fifties. She was dressed very cleanly, with only a few inconspicuous patches on her body, and a gray scarf around her neck. This appearance was so shabby in her previous life.

But it gives her the confidence to look askance at people.

But the younger woman next to her felt guilty. One look at Song Hongguo showed that she had never endured hardship. Who is not skinny and sallow these days, but Song Hongguo was as white and tender as a shelled egg, and her two big braids were black and shiny.

, not to mention what she was wearing, a gray turtleneck sweater, black corduroy pants, leather cotton boots, and the military coat that made her jealous the most. There wasn't a patch on her body, and she didn't care about this outfit.

She could raise her chin to look at people wherever she went, not to mention apples and eggs, but she was coaxed into eating them. She was able to take out food for others to eat without feeling distressed. This confidence was not shared by everyone.

When she could, she quietly pulled her mother and smiled perfunctorily at Song Hongguo, "My mother has no other intentions..."

Song Hongguo couldn't pay attention to others at the moment. She was hungry. Not only was she hungry, she was also cold. There would be no heating equipment on the trains in this era. Even if she lived in a sleeper car, which was a little more spacious than a hard seat, the air was thick.
Chapter completed!