Chapter 2 Weared (2)

The family had already run out of food, and she racked her brains and tried every means to give her children a few small mouths, but in the end one of them starved to death.

There is no mother who doesn't love her children. Looking at her daughter's body, Du's heart broke into pieces. If there weren't three little ones left, she would have followed her daughter!

"Mom, it's all our fault. The eldest sister starved to death because she saved her share of rations for us to eat. We are sorry for the eldest sister, wuwuwu..."

On the edge of the kang, three children of different sizes were crying so hard: "Eldest sister, it was us who hurt you, wuwuwu..."

The older girl took her two little brothers and knelt down along the edge of the kang, and kowtowed vigorously at the girl who was lying upright on the kang.

"Boom----boom----boom----"

"Eldest sister, I'm sorry, eldest sister, I'm sorry..."

The deafening cries and kowtows reached Mu Caiwei's ears like a dream, making Mu Caiwei's head hurt. She frowned and ignored the crying in her ears. She had just woken up. I had a very strong feeling——so hungry!

Very, very hungry, the kind that makes you want to take your stomach out and eat it!

Mu Caiwei's head turned as she was so hungry that she was originally the chief bodyguard of the president of country A. When she accompanied the president abroad, she was sent to this world by a bomb from a political enemy...

"Sister, you shouldn't lie to us and say you've eaten..."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...Sister, wake up quickly. If you die, we will never feel at ease for the rest of our lives..."

My head hurts from being noisy, my stomach hurts from being hungry, all kinds of discomfort...

Mu Caiwei frowned, coughed, and opened her dry eyelids. The first thing she saw was four tear-stained, yellow and thin faces.

"Oh, that's amazing! Emperor Bodhisattva, Wei'er, you're not dead! That's great, that's great. Oh, Buddha bless you..."

Seeing Mu Caiwei open her eyes, Mrs. Du jumped up and was so happy that she could not speak incoherently. She grabbed her clothes and wiped her tears carelessly. She stood up and said eagerly: "Weier, good boy, we have food at home. Really, just wait and mother will serve it for you."

As he said that, the person had already left in a gust of wind.

At this time, Mu Caiwei's eyes had been fully opened. She stared blankly at the dark thatched house, and then at the three young, yellow and thin faces in front of her. She had already guessed that she had traveled through time. .

The corners of his dry and flaky mouth could only twitch slightly because he lacked the strength to imagine that an international gold-medal bodyguard with an annual salary of tens of millions in modern times was actually a poor man starving to death here!

"Great, eldest sister, you're awake. I thought you were starving to death..."

The little boy of seven or eight years old sniffled and had a red nose. His little sallow face was pressed against Mu Caiwei's quilt. His patched and shabby clothes made people feel distressed.

"Bah, bah, bah, don't talk nonsense, Wen'er. How unlucky is it to live or die? My eldest sister must live a long life."

"Yeah, the second sister is right. Wen'er can't speak. The eldest sister must live a long life. She must..."

The little Wen'er nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. A pair of skinny little hands held Mu Caiwei's hand tightly, as if she was afraid that she would run away.

"Come on, come on, the porridge is here..." Mrs. Du opened the curtain on the broken door, shouted, and walked in quickly with a thick porcelain bowl in her hand, with a smile on her face that was swollen from crying.

"Wei'er, get up and eat porridge. Fei'er Wu'er, help your eldest sister up quickly."