Sweet Dreams in Famine Years: The System Leads to a Brilliant Life

Just as Zeng Zhengen was about to turn his head, he suddenly heard a hurried cry: "Go away! Go away! Don't touch my grandson!"

She looked in the direction of the sound and saw an old woman in her fifties on the side of the road, holding tightly in her arms a child who looked only five or six years old. The child was lifeless in the old woman's arms, his face was sallow, and he was obviously unconscious. The old woman looked extremely nervous, trying her best to protect the child and refused to let go.

The man standing in front of her was trying to forcefully take the child away from her arms. The man's back obscured his face, but his tall and burly figure and his violent actions made Zeng Zhengen feel uneasy. The man cursed loudly and impatiently: "You old thing, the child is dying, you might as well give him to me as a meal! Just think of his death as being of some use!"

Hearing this voice, Zeng Zhengen's heart trembled suddenly. The voice seemed familiar, but for a moment she couldn't remember who it was.

While Zeng Zhengen was thinking, the noise over there became louder, but the people around him turned a blind eye.

The villagers in the team also saw this scene.

Seeing that the child was about to be forcibly taken away by the man, Zeng Zhengen made a split-second decision. He leaped up suddenly and kicked the man hard, sending him flying.

"boom!"

The man fell to the ground with a dull sound. Not long after, he struggled to get up from the ground with a hideous look on his face. Zeng Zhengen only saw his face clearly at this time - it turned out to be Er Gouzi who was kicked out of the team! No wonder he felt familiar when he heard the voice just now.

"It's you?" Zeng Zhengen said coldly, his eyes full of disdain.

Er Gouzi glared at her fiercely, his eyes flashing with anger and hatred. It was this woman who had once made him lose face in the team and eventually kicked him out. Now, this bitch had appeared again and stopped his plan. She was simply his nemesis!

Zeng Zhengen sneered and looked down at Er Gouzi, as if he saw through all his malice: "Sure enough, a dog will always eat shit."

Her voice was not loud, but every word pierced into Er Gouzi's heart. Veins popped out on his face, and his eyes almost spewed fire. Zeng Zhengen's ridicule made him completely lose his mind, and his anger and humiliation surged out.

"You bitch! It's you who caused me to lose everything!" Ergouzi roared, and the hatred in his eyes became more and more intense.

"You bitch, mind your own business! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you!" Er Gouzi glared at Zeng Zhengen fiercely, his eyes full of viciousness.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Zeng Siyuan rushed over and punched Ergouzi in the face without mercy.

"Er Gouzi, if you dare to talk shit again, I will smash your mouth!" Zeng Siyuan shouted angrily, his face full of frost.

Zeng Siyuan has always been very protective of his sister, and he would never tolerate anyone insulting Zeng Zhengen. Er Gouzi's vicious insults just now completely angered him. Seeing that his sister was almost insulted, he did not hesitate to teach her a lesson.

Ergouzi had already been kicked to the ground by Zeng Zhengen, and before he could react, he was knocked dizzy by Zeng Siyuan's heavy punch. He lay on the ground, completely unable to move.

Zeng Zhengen stood aside coldly, showing no sympathy at all. She clearly saw the hatred in Er Gouzi's eyes. This kind of person would never give up revenge if he had the chance.

She walked slowly towards Er Gouzi, each step carrying a strong sense of oppression. Er Gouzi felt her approach and struggled to stand up, but after several days of hunger and the severe punishment he had just received, his body was so weak that he was unable to stand up.

Er Gouzi took great effort to barely lift his head up.

"You...what are you going to do?" Er Gouzi finally felt scared when he saw the murderous intent in Zeng Zhengen's eyes. This woman really wanted to kill!

Zeng Zhengen's smile grew brighter, revealing a cold determination. "Of course, I want to make sure you never do evil again." Her tone was calm, but it was unquestionably cold.

Before he finished speaking, Zeng Zhengen's knife flashed, and he cut Er Gouzi's tendons in his hands and feet cleanly. The painful wail echoed in the air, and Er Gouzi rolled on the ground in pain, but he was completely unable to resist.

"Don't you like stealing? Now your hands and feet are disabled, how can you steal?" Zeng Zhengen looked at him coldly, without any mercy. "You want to steal other people's children as food? Then see if anyone will treat you as food in the future!"

Her voice was as cold as a knife, and every word was filled with murderous intent. After doing all this, Zeng Zhengen turned and walked towards the old woman.

The old woman hurriedly got up from the ground holding the child, and then knelt down in front of Zeng Zhengen.

"Thank you for saving my life, young lady. I will always remember your kindness."

The old woman held her grandson in her arms and was about to kowtow to Zeng Zhengen to express her gratitude.

Zeng Zhengen quickly stepped forward and supported her.

"No, Auntie, this is too tiring." Zeng Zhengen hurriedly supported the old woman. She had traveled from the modern times and couldn't stand an elder kneeling in front of her.

Seeing that the old woman still insisted on kneeling to thank him, Zeng Zhengen suddenly had an idea and quickly changed the subject: "Auntie, what happened to your grandson? I know some medical skills, how about I take a look at him?"

When the old woman heard Zeng Zhengen mention her grandson, her expression suddenly turned sad, and tears could not stop flowing down: "He is not sick... He is not sick, he is just... Alas!"

The old woman hesitated to speak, her voice choked with sobs, and it was obvious that she was having trouble speaking. This made Zeng Zhengen feel depressed. Since she was not sick, the only possibility was that she fainted from hunger!

She carefully looked at the child in the old woman's arms. His little face was pale and thin, about the same age as Zhang Jiajun. Zeng Zhengen's heart tightened when she saw such a young life facing the danger of starvation.

"Don't worry, Auntie. I'll find a way." Zeng Zhengen comforted her, then took out a small bowl from her bag and carefully poured out some spiritual spring water from the water bag.

"Auntie, please give the child some water first. He may be dehydrated now. Drinking water will make him feel better. Wait until he wakes up, then feed him some dry food."

After Zeng Zhengen handed the spiritual spring water to the old woman, he took a few dry food biscuits from Zeng's mother and handed them to the old woman. The old woman took the water and biscuits with trembling hands, tears in her eyes, and kept thanking Zeng Zhengen: "You are so kind, I really don't know how to repay you."

Zeng Zhengen waved her hand and said with a smile: "Auntie, the child's life is important, don't be polite, feed the child something quickly."

The old woman nodded repeatedly, then tremblingly held the spiritual spring water and gently fed it to the child in her arms. After a few sips of water, the child's pale face finally had a little color, his eyelids moved slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

"Grandma, I... I'm hungry..." The child murmured weakly, his voice almost inaudible.

The old woman was so distressed that she burst into tears. She quickly broke off a small piece of cake and carefully put it into the child's mouth: "My dear little Tian, ​​our benefactor sister gave us food. Now we don't have to be afraid anymore. We have cake to eat."

After the child ate a few bites of the cake, his complexion gradually improved, and he looked a little more energetic. He slowly sat up from the old woman's arms. Seeing this, the old woman quickly handed the remaining cake to the child: "Be good, take it and eat it yourself."

The child took the pancake and wolfed down the whole pancake. His strength was restored a lot and his face didn't look as pale as before.

Seeing that the child had regained some vitality, the old woman smiled with relief, then took the child's hand, turned to face Zeng Zhengen, and said gently: "Xiaotian, kowtow to your benefactor sister."

The little boy was very sensible. He stood up obediently, knelt down in front of Zeng Zhengen, and kowtowed three times. His voice was childish and sincere: "Thank you, benefactor sister, for giving us water and dry food."

Zeng Zhengen was amused by the child's call of "sister benefactor", but looking at the two of them, he felt bitter in his heart.

"Auntie, why don't you come with our team? That way we can take care of you on the road." Zeng Zhengen suggested.

This was the first time that Zeng Zhengen had taken the initiative to invite people to join the team since he had been fleeing famine for so long.