The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

To no avail,? In this vast expanse of space, only she could hear the voice of Rong Ling calling.

She looked out of the window of the battleship, and the wreckage of Feng Xihui's battleship was floating around.

Suicide attacks by enemy fleets seem to have enraged these emotionless warships, making them more swift in their killing moves.

Rong Ling was in it, but he seemed unconscious.

Phoenix emblem...

She was still talking to herself a moment ago, but she disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Rong Ling's mind was empty, she didn't have time to think about anything, she also forgot about the so-called mission, she just wanted to open the hatch, and go out to find Feng Xihui.

The anxious voice of Shu Ning from the monitoring point on the ground came from the earphones: "Rong Ling, what are you doing, the hatch cannot be opened, the outside is unpredictable space, otherwise you will have an accident."

"Rong Ling, did you hear that? We'll send someone to find Feng Xihui immediately, calm down."

In fact, Shu Ning knew very well that in this vast universe, they might never find Feng Xihui again.

Rong Ling tried his best, but still couldn't open the tightly closed hatch.

Finally, she was exhausted and fell in front of the cabin door, slipping down little by little.

Shu Ning on the other end of the call also fell silent.

The war is over, and Zhanlanxing has won a complete victory.

Rong Ling didn't care about the result anymore, she was in a trance for a while, and woke up the system in her mind: "Send me to the next world."

"Is the host sure?" The system seemed to pause, "Don't be too sad."

Rong Ling doesn't even have the strength to be sad,? She just wants to finish all the tasks quickly, return to her own world, and have a good sleep.

Before leaving, Rong Ling said the last words: "Shu Ning, take care of Xia Zhi for me."

Before she finished speaking, she passed out.

When Rong Ling opened his eyes again, there was a woman's anxious voice next to his ears: "Hurry up, hurry up, today is a great day for Murakami to draw lots to divide the fields, why are you dawdling?"

The man coughed twice: "What's the hurry, anyway, we can't catch until everyone is here."

"Tell me about you, you really can't keep up with the heat." The woman complained, she stuffed the rag around her waist into the hole in the table, and turned around to tell Rong Ling, "Take care of your younger brothers and sisters at home. Just come back."

The wrinkled face of the woman shone with unprecedented joy.

Before Rong Ling could react, the couple turned around and left.

Only then did Rong Ling have time to look around, and when she saw this, her brows furrowed.

The houses built with earthen walls are dimly lit, with hogweed and buckets of cutting grass piled up in the corners, tables and benches next to the walls are also dark, and even the dirt floor is pitted.

On the baby chair woven from bamboo, there was a child in crotch pants grinning and howling, the sound was enough to burst a person's eardrums.

It took Rong Ling a long time to accept the facts in front of him and the information transmitted by the system.

She actually traveled to the countryside in the early 80s and became a yellow-haired girl under the age of 14.

The protagonist of this world is of course not Rong Ling, but Wei Yijia from her village.

The name Wei Yijia sounds like a cultural person.

Of course, who is to say that he is an educated youth who went to the countryside, and he is a serious urbanite.

Originally, when the educated youth returned home two years ago, Wei Yijia, who jumped in the queue, should have gone back, but she lived in the home of an old couple in Xingping Township. The couple died young and took good care of her. My wife's health is also getting worse day by day.

The kind-hearted Wei Yijia stayed in the village in order to take care of the elderly.

She is a beautiful college student, staying in such a backward small village, it is inevitable that she will be targeted, but Wei Yijia is not afraid, because it is said that she has a partner who is a soldier in the army.

In fact, this object does not exist at all, Wei Yijia made it up to scare people.

Later, when Wei Yijia left Xingping Township, her emotional line began.

But these have little to do with Rong Ling, because the system told her that her task is to get admitted to a good university and lead this family out of poverty and become rich.

This task is difficult to say, and it is not difficult to say that it is not difficult. You must know that the original body that Rong Ling wore hadn't studied for a few days, and had dropped out of school to help the family take care of the children.

After all, if you can't even eat enough, how can you still think about going to school?

But the reason why Rong Ling is confident is because soon, the people in the village will have enough to eat.

Because today is just a good day for the production team to divide the fields.

In the past, everyone worked collectively to get work points, and they lived on the work points. Until this year's policy came down, the land was distributed to farmers, and everyone planted their own land. Of course, the enthusiasm was high.

Rong Ling put away his thoughts and got up to take care of his brother who was out of breath from crying.

In the corner, the two younger sisters were still playing with mud, so that their hands and faces were all over the place. Rong Ling couldn't see it, so he fetched a basin of water from the pressurized well outside, and found the rags that the family used to wipe their faces, which got wet. Wipe the face of a child.

Probably never been treated so tenderly before, the youngest brother stopped crying and kept staring at Rong Ling.

Rong Ling was seen impatiently.

You must know that the original owner was dragged down by this cheap brother. He went south to work in the factory when he was sixteen or seventeen. Building a house and marrying a wife will be sucked by him all his life.

But seeing that he was still young and couldn't even speak, Rong Ling decided not to care about it for the time being.

If he still has old problems when he grows up, Rong Ling will not be merciful at that time.

After taking care of his younger brother, Rong Ling picked up the broom again and cleaned the house inside and out.

After all, it's where I live. Although it doesn't look much different from tidying up, it still makes people feel much more comfortable.

After Rong Ling finished all this, the husband and wife came back.

The woman walking in front couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear, and she swept away her previous fierce look: "Tweety, stop sweeping the floor, and come to the kitchen to help mother."

Tweety is Rong Ling's nickname in this world.

She put the broom in the corner and followed Ma Xiaoping into the kitchen.

The stove room was also in a mess, without even a lamp, and it was illuminated by the sunlight falling from the transparent glass between the tiles above.

"Go, go..." Ma Xiaoping kicked away the house cat looking for food under the chopping board, "Go catch mice yourself."

As she said that, she turned around and scooped two spoonfuls of water from the water tank into the middle pot: "Keep the fire on high, mother will make bacon for you today."

In this year, bacon is not available until the holidays. Such a big deal is enough to make Ma Xiaoping happy today.

When she came back with the bacon baked on the fire, Rong Ling turned to the fire and asked, "Mother, why are you so happy today?"

"Hey, we finally have our own land, can I not be happy?" Ma Xiaoping said happily, "Besides, those lands are right in front of our door. These fields are fertile and flat, which is much more convenient than others. It’s really an apparition from the ancestral tomb..."

But Rong Ling clearly remembered that when Ma Xiaoping's family was assigned land in the original world, they were assigned to a valley far away, and she had been cursing for a long time at that time.

Rong Ling asked, and it was indeed the system's credit. It secretly did something when Ma Xiaoping was drawing lots.

It seems that this system is not useless, Rong Ling thought.

As the fire boiled up little by little, the aroma of bacon also spread.

Probably because of this body's instinctive reaction, Rong Ling couldn't help swallowing.

Ma Xiaoping went out again, pulled some radishes and shallots from the field in front of her house, and she ordered her man to close the front and back doors, and told a few children: "If someone knocks on the door later, you must not knock on the door." Make a sound, you know?"

It is common to visit people in the village, and Ma Xiaoping is reluctant to let the delicacies in her own pot fall into other people's stomachs.

She swiftly cut the carrots into hob pieces, chopped shallots and dried peppers, and took out the bacon and sliced ​​it on the chopping board.

Because of Rong Ling's help, she first tasted the sliced ​​bacon that was as thin as a cicada's wing and stained with oil.

Just like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit, the piece of bacon will go down in his stomach before he tastes it.

Rong Ling couldn't help licking her lips, um, it must not be because she was greedy, but an instinctive reaction from this body that hasn't been exposed to meat for a long time.

Ma Xiaoping cleaned the iron pan, put a little lard on it, sautéed the seasonings until fragrant, and then stir-fried them together with sliced ​​bacon. cook.

Even with the lid on, Rong Ling could still smell the tempting aroma, the salty bacon smell mixed with the smell of carrots, it could almost take people's soul away.

After more than ten minutes, the lid of the pot was lifted, and the aroma was tangy, and it was served on the table. The whole family was holding sweet potato rice in their hands, and it had never been so delicious.

Rong Ling was eating deliciously, but the bacon on the chopsticks was suddenly knocked off by Ma Xiaoping: "You are the only one eating it, why don't you let your younger brothers and sisters taste it?"

Rong Ling paused and only picked carrots to eat.

She didn't feel aggrieved, after all, she had no restraint, and indeed she ate a lot, but she forgot that a meal that seemed ordinary to her was a rare delicacy all year round for her family.

But Rong Ling is still growing, and this little food is not enough for her to consume.

At night, Rong Ling lay on the thatched bed and tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

She touched her empty stomach, she was so hungry, she really wanted to eat something.

Rong Ling swallowed, forced himself not to think too much, and followed the breathing of the two sisters beside him, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The next morning, Rong Ling woke up from hunger, and when she opened her eyes, she couldn't fall back asleep.

But even if Rong Ling wanted to sleep, there was no chance. It was the beginning of April, which was the season for planting rice seedlings.

But at five or six o'clock, there was another bowl of sweet potato stewed rice, and Rong Ling carried the seedlings in the basket on his back and went out with the adults.

Children in the village can help carry things at the age of six or seven, and at Rong Ling's age, farm work is even easier.

Rong Ling, facing the loess and back to the sky, was diligently planting seedlings, when he suddenly heard the crisp sound of bicycle bells coming from the ridge of the field.

The old man from the next door greeted the people on the bicycle: "Going out so early?"

"Hmm..." The other party responded softly, it was a female voice like the morning breeze in early summer, "Go to the town to post a letter."

Rong Ling raised his head subconsciously, and a touch of clean white came into his eyes.

The girl with long hair hanging on her shoulders was wearing a white shirt, loose slacks, and a pair of white sneakers, which was very different from Rong Ling who was stepping barefoot in the mud.

Rong Ling could guess without the system reminding her that she was probably Wei Yijia.

Seemingly aware of Rong Ling's gaze, the girl turned her head, smiled and nodded to Rong Ling on the field ridge: "Good morning..."

The author has something to say: This world is probably a gourmet article hahaha.