In the age of rebirth, I became popular in the pastoral live broadcast

Chapter 1Reborn 1960
"Hey, comrade, wake up!"

"Wake up, it's time to stop!"

Song Hongguo fell into a drowsy sleep, and was yelled like a ghost, and couldn't help frowning irritably, but couldn't open his eyes.

"Did you faint from a fever? Look at this blushing person, won't he faint?" Another voice sounded, and he pushed her arm tentatively.

Song Hongguo didn't like being touched by others, even in her sleep, she subconsciously waved her hand away, she didn't want to wake up, but was entangled in a dream, that dream was also weird, it was another girl's life in the past 20 years.

At the age of three, her biological mother passed away. Two months later, her stepmother came in. One year later, she had half-brothers and younger sisters. Ten members of the family ate for dinner. When she was about to starve to death, she was pushed out and sold. 100 yuan, since then it has nothing to do with that family.

At the age of five, I followed my adoptive father to Province Y. I thought it would be a very happy life. She has indeed lived a good life for a few years. Her adoptive parents have only one child, and both of them are workers. Naturally, there is no shortage of food and drink for her. After studying in university, the future of college students in that era was bright, but who knows, bad luck once again entangled her, her adoptive parents died of illness, and she was whispered by the people around her as a mourner. With such a reputation, the local Unable to stay any longer, she took care of everything and returned to Lu Province after a lapse of more than ten years.

Of course, all of this was not what she wanted. This was the path arranged for her by her adoptive father before he died, and he also arranged for her a task that sounded like a headache.

Adopt two children she has never met!You have to treat it as your own, you have to have a good birth, and you can't ask for kindness in return...

Song Hongguo couldn't help laughing in her dream. A 20-year-old girl can't even take care of herself well. What can she do to raise her child?Raising two at once, with so many wonderful additional conditions, the Holy Mother is not like that, but this is someone else's business, and she just doesn't know how to point fingers, just watch the fun...

However, before the excitement was over, she was woken up by being photographed, probably because she was afraid that something might happen to her. Comrade flight attendant, I said it’s okay, with such a thick military overcoat, can you still catch a cold?”

The envy and jealousy in his voice soared into the sky, but when he met Song Hongguo's eyes that opened suddenly, he turned into a coquettish smile and flattery, "Comrade Song, are you still feeling bad? Do you want some hot water?"

Song Hongguo's eyes were straight and she didn't say a word. The word "Comrade Song" exploded like spring thunder. As far as she could see, the old-fashioned train carriages, where men and women were wearing dusty and patched clothes, made her scalp Numb, I suspect it's a nightmare that hasn't woken up.

The young woman on the opposite side felt terrified, she unnaturally pulled her braid a little bit, thinking that she had done nothing wrong, so she coaxed her to eat a few apples and eggs, just now it was really hard Well, as for staring at her like that?

"Comrade Xiao Song?" A young man wearing glasses waved his hands in front of her and asked in surprise, "Did you have a nightmare?"

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

The man with glasses froze immediately, and hurriedly echoed, "Yes, yes, he must have a fever, what about that, who has medicine?"

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 have to have connections. When you are away from home, you meet by chance, say a few nice words, and give a hand. Not everyone is happy to help.

Song Hongguo couldn't care about the embarrassing silence, her mind was in a mess, she was still watching other people's excitement in her sleep, and she was still laughing at others for wanting to be a saint, but when she opened her eyes, she became that joy.

The girl in the dream was born in the early 40s and has the same name and surname as her, so...she has time-traveled?
Or is it the current era of lack of food and clothing, money with no place to spend, and famine?
Didn't she just have several surgeries in a row and didn't take time to rest? Since she was treating diseases and saving people from overwork, time travel should give her a better status, right?Even if you go to a rich family in ancient times to be a concubine who was trampled on, at least you don't lack for food and drink?No matter how difficult it is to arrange the identity of a peasant girl, she can still make a fortune with her first-hand medical skills, but in 1960, what can she do?
Respond to the call to farm in the countryside?She can't bear that hardship and get rich?Don't even think about it, I'll grab you a batch of beans every minute, of course, she can still go to work, and the adoptive father of this body has also arranged a job for her, but where do you spend the wages you earn?

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

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

His stomach protested like a spasm, and the feeling of hunger made Song Hongguo temporarily ignore the situation at hand, and relying on the remaining memories in his mind, he took out the bag he was carrying and rummaged through it.

The more he looked, the darker his face became, and finally he was clutching a hard cornbread in his hand, wishing he could die again right away!
How about the time travel god playing with her?Why did you give her the hell mode?She lived for 30 years in her previous life and didn't do anything unconscionable, so she was given this arrangement?
Just like this, some people said sour words, "Your corn bread is made of millet noodles, right? Young people just don't know how to live. If you mix some black flour and bran, you can squeeze out three more. You two or three After stuttering, my throat is relieved, maybe my stomach is full? I am still not hungry..."

The person who said this was a woman in her fifties. She was dressed very neatly, with only a few inconspicuous patches on her body, and a gray scarf around her neck. It can give her the confidence to squint at people.

But the younger woman next to her felt guilty. Looking at Song Hongguo, she knew that she had never suffered. Who is not sallow and thin these days, but Song Hongguo was as white and tender as a peeled 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 most jealous. She can raise her chin to look at people wherever she goes, not to mention apples and eggs, but she coaxed them to eat them all, and she can take out things for others to eat without feeling distressed. She could have some, she gently tugged on her mother, and smiled perfunctorily at Song Hongguo, "My mother has no other intentions..."

How could Song Hongguo care about other people at this moment, she was hungry, not only hungry, but also cold, there was no heating equipment on the trains of this era, even if she lived in a sleeper car, which was a bit more spacious than a hard seat, the air It was mixed with some inexplicable smells, which made her feel more and more suffocated. She still had a fever and her temples were throbbing. She wanted to drink a bowl of hot porridge right now...

(End of this chapter)