Blessed Girl From a Farm Family: Surviving the Famine With Space - Chapter 13

Perhaps after a good night’s sleep, she would return to her own world.

Fu Manman found some clothes that fit, from underwear to outerwear. Unfortunately, there was no hot water for a bath, so she had to use wet wipes to clean her thin, monkey-like body roughly before changing. Then, she changed the little one into some warm clothes.

While changing him, she sighed, “So it really is a boy! It won’t be easy for you to find a wife in the future, kiddo.”

She dressed him in a soft cotton onesie, followed by a thick down-filled jumpsuit, and put on a diaper.

When she had changed him earlier, inside that tattered cotton-padded quilt, the child had been completely naked without a single piece of clothing against his skin. He smelled of stale faeces, and there was dark, sticky meconium plastered all over his bottom. It was clear just how pitiable this child was—born and immediately wrapped in that inadequate, broken quilt.

Fu Manman had thought that after years of living as a young lady, she wouldn’t be able to handle cleaning up a baby’s mess. Surprisingly, she managed quite skillfully without any disgust.

Once both were clean, she comfortably lay down on the bed to sleep.

The soft mattress was truly heavenly.

With a bed and blankets, she could finally get a good night’s sleep.

Everything else could wait until after she woke up!

She had no idea how long she slept—only that it was deep, sweet, and utterly satisfying.

She woke up again, however, shivering from a piercing cold.

So cold! The biting wind scraped against her face, and there was a chilling dampness.

Fu Manman opened her eyes and was shocked to find herself lying in a barren grove.

The sky was gloomy, and a fine drizzle fell from above, sprinkling densely onto her face.

Looking up, she saw the large tree she had hidden in the night before, with the vine bitten off by the wolf still hanging from its branch.

She was… back again!

Afraid this might be a dream, Fu Manman pinched her thigh hard. It hurt!

She was really back!

This wasn’t a dream.

Moreover, she had brought back the things she had used the previous night—more precisely, the items she had placed near herself: the mattress, blankets, the baby’s formula, a bottle, a water flask, a portable gas stove, a small pot, two packs of instant noodles, a bottle of mineral water, wet wipes, and the few ragged clothes she had changed out of.

Why so few things!

Damn it, if she couldn’t return to that space, she would have no more formula for the child or food for herself!

Given the current situation, with winter approaching, there would be no food to be found. How was she supposed to survive the harsh winter months?

After sitting in a daze for a moment, Fu Manman quickly crawled out from under the covers.

The weather was bitterly cold! She had no choice but to layer on her old, tattered clothes again.

The child, too, had to be wrapped once more in the ragged cotton-padded quilt. Before bundling him up, she found some dried grass and scraped off the filth stuck inside the quilt.

It might have been smelly, but it was better than freezing to death. She noticed that Little Maodan was sleeping soundly, and when she touched his little hand, it was warm—proof that the down jacket was doing its job keeping him warm.

The raindrops were growing heavier. She needed to quickly find shelter from the rain.

She tied up the quilt with vines and stuffed the rest of their belongings inside to carry along.

It was a pity she had to leave such a good mattress behind. Fu Manman’s eyes lingered regretfully, but there was no time to dwell on it—finding cover before they got soaked was urgent. Being drenched in this cold could be fatal.

The forest stretched vast and unknown, and Fu Manman felt a deep unease. She feared encountering wild beasts she wouldn’t be able to handle, especially a pack of wolves.

It reminded her of something she’d once heard: when famine struck, why didn’t people just go into the mountains to look for food?

After all, the mountains were home to game, wild fruits, and edible root plants. Back then, she’d seen plenty of comments saying ancient people were foolish not to do so.

But now that she was living it herself, she understood—it wasn’t that simple. Entering the woods to hunt was nothing but a fantasy. More likely, you’d become prey yourself before you could ever catch anything.

(End of chapter)