"There used to be a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain. An old monk and a little monk lived in the temple. One night, a woman lived in the temple. Her name was Nie Xiaoqian, and she was very fat..."
When it came to the word "fat", Mo Yue was hungry!
In the present world, pork was extremely expensive overnight. She endured her hunger and thirst and wanted to boil it to the bottom of the sea. She didn't expect that she would be dragged into the history of this dynasty!
She was sad, painful, and regretful!
If God gave her another chance to eat meat, she would say without hesitation, "I do!"
Just as she was about to lose control of her emotions, the little girl beside her shook her and said, "Miss, you've already told me about Nie Xiaoqian. Miss, why are you crying?"
"Well, I've told you. Then I'll tell you the story of beating a tiger with a pine tree, right?" With a sour heart, she wiped her saliva. It was not tears, but saliva!
"Miss, I don't want to listen to Wu Song beating a tiger. Didn't you tell me last night that Wu Dalang's wife, Hong Xing, went out of the wall and met her true love, Ximen Qing? You said that Miss Pan had tea with Mrs. Wang, and then Mrs. Wang found a reason to leave, and then Mr. Ximen appeared... and then, what happened next?"
"Hiss..." She touched her slightly hot cheeks. Last night, in a daze, did she tell the most precious story to Little Linglong?
"Linglong, you're still young. This kind of embarrassing thing is too profound. You won't understand even if I tell you. Go to sleep."
Little Linglong raised her bright and innocent eyes and asked seriously, "Is it really profound?"
"Oh... yes, I'm sleepy. Let's go to sleep."
"Oh."
It took less than 15 minutes for the little Linglong, who was still young, to snore softly.
The bright light of the full moon covered the shabby hut and the old bed. Even though she was sleepy, she did not feel sleepy at all. The main reason was that she was hungry!
When she thought of her favorite braised pork, she could cry for three days and three nights! It was extravagant to eat food here, not to mention braised pork!
She just wanted to be a quiet modern Chinese medicine saint. Why did she have to sleep and time-travel? Not only did she time-travel, but she also wore the clothes of a noble girl who had been exiled to the farm. Although it was said that she was going to recuperate in the village, who had ever seen a sick young lady feeding pigs and washing clothes? Wasn't she going to give her enough food?
The most frightening thing was the cause of the original owner's death.
Mo Yue thought that her original body was weak and her qi and blood were poor. She couldn't eat well, so she starved to death! But only when she felt the pulse did she realize that the original body was not weak at all, but had been poisoned slowly. It was a kind of poison called Night Vine Jiao. The poison was colorless and tasteless. After being poisoned, the reaction was only enough to make people have no appetite. The body became weaker day by day, and in the end, it became like a skeleton, with dried muscles and died.
His muscles withered and he died as if he had starved to death!
Fortunately, the poison wasn't deep. Otherwise, his body wouldn't be able to last until now. Moyue could probably deduce that the original owner was poisoned by the Hua Family in the capital city. After arriving at the farm, the remaining poison was removed. In addition, there was no time to recuperate and the accumulation burst out. The original owner didn't have the desire to live and died.
Even if this dried-up body fell into Mo Yue's hands, it would still be extremely troublesome. The most important thing was that she still didn't have enough to eat!
It was said that the nanny who came with the original owner was starved to death half a year ago because she couldn't eat anything.
Whether she could eat anything or not, it needed to be verified.
The four maids were ill, ran away, and went missing. Finally, only Linglong was left.
People in the back house of the Hua Family tried their best to send the original owner away. Naturally, they didn't want the original owner to go back alive, so the supervisor of the manor didn't care about it anymore.
One could imagine how hard the days were.
At the time of the rooster cry, before dawn, Mo Yue opened her eyes and fumbled out of bed.
