I became a poor little sophora japonica in the courtyard

November 3, 1965, Forty-nine Cities of Dragon Country.

No. 95, Nanluoguxiang, Dongcheng District, west wing of the middle courtyard. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law looked at the small figure lying motionless on the kang in the inner room, muttering something in a low voice.

"Mom, she's been lying in bed for almost two days, and I'm worried something might happen. How about we send her to the hospital?" Qin Huairu looked at her little daughter lying on the kang and asked her mother-in-law, Jia Zhang, with some concern in her heart.

"What could be the problem? The child caught a cold and just needs to sweat more. Besides, going to the hospital is free? Will you pay for it?" Jia Zhang also glanced at the small figure on the kang and replied with a pout.

When it comes to money, Qin Huairu immediately becomes silent. Her monthly salary is only 27.5 yuan, and there are still ten days before the salary is paid. She has very little money left in her pocket.

"I say, is Banggeng's new cotton-padded jacket ready? The weather changes so quickly, and Banggeng is the only boy in our family. He can't get sick from the cold!"

Seeing Qin Huairu didn't say anything, Jia Zhang also changed the topic and began to care about her eldest grandson Banggeng. This eldest grandson was the hope of her old Jia family. If a little girl couldn't survive, it would be her fate. It should be so!

"The cotton-padded jacket is finished, but the crotch of the cotton-padded trousers is still to be sewn. I want to alter his old cotton-padded jacket and trousers so that Xiaodang can wear them as a makeshift outfit."

Qin Huairu sighed secretly. Her little daughter was born to suffer. Her father died before she was born. When she was born, she was a superfluous little nobody. She didn't even have a mouthful of her own milk.

She knew that her mother-in-law, Jia Zhang, hated to see this posthumous granddaughter. She didn't know how she had persevered, and she grew up to be four years old in a daze.

This time she finally lay down. If she survived, it would mean that she had a strong life. If she couldn't survive and died, she could only blame her bad luck for not being born into a good family.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Banggeng and Xiaodang, who had been playing outside, ran back home. The family sat in the main room to eat dinner. Banggeng complained that the food was not good tonight, and there was not a single piece of meat on the table.

"There is no banquet at the factory at noon today. Your silly uncle brought back these, you can eat them or not." Qin Huairu did not indulge him and rebuked him as soon as she opened her mouth.

"Mom, is my sister feeling better? Do you need to leave some food for her?"

The family had no regard for the poor little girl lying on the kang while they were eating. Only the elder sister Xiaodang looked at her sister who was motionless with worry. She reached out and shook Qin Huairu's arm and asked her mother.

"Why leave it for later? How can she eat like this? After dinner, you as her sister go and give her some warm water." Jia Zhang took a bite of a steamed bun made of two grains of flour and interrupted vaguely.

After the family finished their meal, Xiaodang poured half a bowl of water from the kettle, blew on it for a while, took a small spoon and went to the inner room to feed his sister.

"Mom, my sister won't open her mouth, so I can't feed her the water. My sister's face is so hot, mom, come and take a look."

The little person lying on the kang clenched his teeth, and Xiaodang couldn't take a drop of water in. She was so anxious that she kept calling her mother to come over, maybe her mother would think of a solution.

Qin Huairu lifted the curtain and went into the inner room. She reached out and touched her little daughter's forehead, feeling worried. Even if she was burned like this, she would become a fool in the future.

She wanted to send her to the hospital, but she was worried about the money in her pocket. Jia Zhang and Bang Geng also went into the inner room. Bang Geng looked at her little sister, whose face was red and motionless, and felt scared.

"Tonight, I won't sleep on the same kang with my little sister. Grandma and I will take turns sleeping. Tonight I will sleep in grandma's bed!" Banggeng exclaimed and then expressed his opinion.

Usually, Qin Huairu and her three children slept on the kang in the inner room, while Jia Zhang slept alone in the outer room. Now Banggeng didn't want to sleep with his younger sister, because she looked too scary.

"My eldest grandson cannot sleep with this money-losing thing. I'm afraid he will be infected with the disease. Move her to the outer room before going to bed." Jia Zhang looked with disgust at the little person lying alone on the kang and said with disdain.

Qin Huairu sighed secretly again, and she turned around to make the bed in the outer room. She first brought in her mother-in-law Jia Zhang's bedding roll. She opened the cabinet door and looked around, and found a patched quilt that could no longer be seen in its original color, and made it for her little daughter.

She was afraid that her little daughter would not make it through the night and would soil the few beddings in the house.

While everyone was washing their faces and feet, Qin Huairu went into the inner room, bent down, and picked up her little daughter. The four-year-old little daughter Huaihua was so thin that she didn't weigh much at all.

Don't blame mom! There's nothing she can do.

Qin Huairu said something in her heart, and carried her little daughter out of the inner room, laying her flat on the bed in the outer room. She stroked her daughter's sparse yellow hair and covered her with a stiff quilt.

After turning off the lights in the outer room, the family went into the inner room. After a while, the lights in the inner room also went out, and the voices quieted down.

In a short while, the entire courtyard fell into silent darkness.

Jingyi felt like she was in a void, floating in the air. She couldn't feel her body, as if her perception was shut down. Even her thoughts were imprisoned, and she was in a daze for years.

I don't know how many years have passed, it's as if I have lost the concept of time. Suddenly my body feels heavy, and I immediately start to feel a splitting headache.

She couldn't help but moan. But when she opened her mouth, no sound came out. She wanted to stretch her hands and feet, but she couldn't feel anything.

What happened to me? Have I become a vegetable?

She tried to clear her mind and calm herself down.

I gradually regained some consciousness! I could hear the wind in my ears, and my sense of smell began to recover, I could smell some musty dust. But I still couldn't open my eyes, and I couldn't make any sound.

She tried to move her hands and feet, but she was sweating profusely after the sweating. But after the sweating, her body felt relaxed.

She emptied herself again, recovering her physical and mental strength. Suddenly, she had a splitting headache again! A strange memory flooded into her brain.

This memory is not much! This is the memory of a four-year-old girl, and it will be transmitted in a moment.

The little girl's name is Huaihua. She has a brother and a sister, and there is a grandmother and a mother at home. The rest is very vague, and it seems that there is a stupid uncle living next door. Her mother's name is Qin Somethingru!

Sophora japonica? Silly uncle? Qin Huairu?

Jingyi screamed, but no sound came out.

Could it be that I came to the world of Siheyuan, my soul entered Xiao Huaihua's body, and merged with her memories?

I know this Poultry Courtyard very well because I have read many fan fictions about it and even watched the original TV series.

If my soul was transported to the courtyard world in a TV series, it wouldn't be a big problem. But if my soul was transported to the world of any online novel, it would be a big deal!

Which of these novel authors doesn't hate the Jia family to the core? They wish that all the Jia family members would die. They all write about death! Shit, piss, and fart are nothing.

Jingyi's face was filled with fear! She hated shit, piss and fart the most, and was afraid that someone would hit her.

This locust flower has been fine all along, how could it allow me to take over its body?

She recalled the memory of Huaihua. It turned out that a few days ago, the temperature suddenly dropped, and no one took care of little Huaihua, so she was still wearing thin clothes. She caught a cold and had a fever, but no one took her to the hospital. She endured it at home for two days, but finally couldn't make it.

She looked back at the memory of the little Sophora japonica and suddenly burst into tears. Since the little Sophora japonica could remember, she had never tasted the taste of a full meal. The little Sophora japonica died hungry for two days and two nights, and had no attachment to this world.

Poor little Sophora japonica! Although my past life wasn't that great, I was still countless times happier than Little Sophora japonica.