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

"Hey, comrade, wake up!"

"Wake up, we're at the station!"

Song Hongguo fell asleep in a daze, and she couldn't help but frown in annoyance when someone called her out like a ghost, but she couldn't open her eyes.

"Are you 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 20 years.

When she was three years old, her biological mother died. Two months later, her stepmother came in. A year later, she had half-brothers and sisters. The family of ten had enough to eat, and they were about to starve to death. She was pushed out and sold. 100 yuan, and I have nothing to do with that family anymore.

When she was five years old, she followed her adoptive father to Province Y. She thought 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, misfortune 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!We must treat them as our own children, we must have children and raise them well, and we must not seek repayment for our kindness...

Song Hongguo couldn't help but laugh in her dream. A 20-year-old girl couldn't even take care of herself. How could she raise a child?To raise two children at once, and to have so many weird additional conditions, the Holy Mother is not that serious, but this is someone else's business, and she won't point fingers, just watch it as a show of excitement...

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, there is no need to shout." Comrade the flight attendant, I 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' exploded 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 uncomfortable. Feeling numb, I suspect it’s a nightmare that I haven’t woken up from 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, you can meet by chance. It's okay to say a few words and lend a hand, but not everyone is happy to help someone who is breaking 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 50s and has the same name as her, so...she has traveled through time?

Or is it the current era of lack of food and clothing, money with no place to spend, and famine?

Didn't she just undergo several surgeries in a row without taking a break? Seeing as she was treating patients and saving people from overwork, she should be given a better identity in time travel, right?Even if she goes to the house of a wealthy family in ancient times and becomes a scorned concubine, at least she won't lack food and drink, right?No matter how difficult it was to arrange her identity as a farm girl, she could have prospered with her medical skills. But in 1960, what could she do?

Respond to the call to farm in the countryside?She can't bear that hardship and become rich?Don't even think about it. She 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 will she spend her earned wages?

Materials are scarce, and everything you buy has to be supplied by ticket. Let alone good food, 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 protested 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 carried with her and rummaged around.

The more he looked at her, the darker his face became. Finally, he was holding a hard wotou in his hand and wanted to die again right away!

How about the time travel master playing with her?Why was she given the hell mode?She had lived for 30 years in her previous life without doing anything unconscionable, so she was given this arrangement?

At this point, some people said sarcastic words, "Is your steamed bun made of millet flour? Young people just don't know how to live. If you mix this with some black flour and bran, you can make three more. You three liang 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 50s. She was dressed very cleanly, with only a few inconspicuous patches on her body, and a gray scarf around her neck. Such an outfit that was so dirty in her previous life was now... 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 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 jealous the most. There wasn’t a patch on her body. 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 could take out food and feed it to others without feeling distressed. This confidence was not common to everyone. When she could, she quietly pulled her mother and smiled perfunctorily at Song Hongguo, "My mother has no other intentions..."

Song Hongguo didn't have the time to pay attention to others at the moment. She was hungry. Not only was she hungry, she was also cold. There was 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. Mixed with some inexplicable smell, it made her feel more and more suffocated. She was still running a fever and her temples were twitching. She just wanted to drink a bowl of hot porridge now...