1 Chapter 1: Transmigration God, You're Too Tricky

Yang Lan'er was in a daze when she heard a faint childish voice calling out "Mom". As she tried to listen more closely, her head began to ache and she eventually fainted.

Upon regaining consciousness, she felt hungry and held her stomach, as if there was a burning fire inside. What was going on? he didn't have prior stomach issues, she was perplexed by this sensation.

Upon opening her eyes, she was taken aback.

In front of her was a sparsely thatched roof and adobe walls. What was going on? Was she rescued? But that couldn't be possible. She was supposed to be dead. Where was she?

She slowly looked around, noticing the adobe walls were falling apart in some places. There was a small wooden lattice window opposite the bed, making the room quite dark. Underneath the window, there was a wooden rack with an old wooden basin on top.

To the left of the bed, there were two old wooden boxes, one large and one small, both unpainted. In the middle of the room, there was a small wooden table and three stools, one of which was missing a leg.

The bed she was lying on was an old, simple, wooden-framed bed with a torn straw mat and a cotton quilt that had been patched countless times and was now hard with clumps of cotton. Yang Lan'er looked down at her clothes and felt a bit cold, wanting to pull the blanket up.

Wait a minute! Something was wrong. Her hands had turned into withered chicken claws! Oh my God! This was not her hand. Her hands were slender and white, not perfect, but close enough, with a slight callus from playing with wood all year round. She touched her body and realized it was now withered and only skin and bones remained.

"Oh, my God!"

Although she liked being thin as a beauty standard, she didn't like being skin and bones! She quickly checked her chest and thought to herself, "Luckily, it didn't disappoint me too much."

The Transmigration god: "... I'm speechless!" Your focus of attention is so strange!

Yang Lan'er suspected that it was her own illusion. Could it be that she had time-traveled? At this moment, a spasm came from her stomach, and her head was splitting with pain.

"Um..." Under the double blow, she bent over and lay on the bed, pressing her stomach hard with her hands, biting her lip, feeling cold all over, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Half an hour later, she slowly recovered, and her back was soaked with sweat. She opened her watery eyes, with a stubborn look in them.

Yang Lan'er understood that she had time-traveled. Through the memories of the original owner, she knew that she had traveled to a place called Shanghe Village in Daying Kingdom. The original owner's name was also Yang Lan'er, the daughter of the Yang family in Lishu Village. Six years ago, she married a hunter named Tan Anjun in Shanghe Village. Half a month after their marriage, Tan Anjun was conscripted and went to the battlefield. Not long after her husband left, she discovered that she was pregnant and gave birth to twin boys.

"The door creaked open."

"Mother."

Yang Lan'er looked up and saw two little carrot heads walking in. They saw their mother awake and rushed to the bed.

At this time, Yang Lan'er could finally see them clearly. Their thin faces had a pair of phoenix-like gemstone eyes, thin lips, and a slightly upturned nose. Oh my! How many girls would they enchant when they grow up? They wore patched coarse cloth clothes that hung loosely on their bodies, which could be described as emaciated.

"Bao'er, Bei'er," Yang Lan'er couldn't help but call out.

Looking at Bao'er wanting to climb up, under the residual emotional control of the original owner, she picked him up. His light weight made her heart tremble.

The weight of a five-year-old child was not as much as that of a normal three-year-old child. She fondly stroked the babies' heads.

The babies looked up at her and said, "Mother, don't leave us behind." The babies were uneasy and huddled in her arms, frightened by something that had just happened.

"Gurgle gurgle..." Baobao shyly covered his stomach and chuckled.

Suddenly, Yang Lan'er felt a dull pain in her heart.

"Mother will cook, you two will rest on the bed." she said, standing up. She felt dizzy for a moment and her vision went black.

She supported herself on the bed for a moment until the dizziness passed before slowly standing up straight.

"Mother?"

"I'm fine. You two stay here and behave," Yang Lan'er said slowly as she slowly made her way out of the room. The house was a simple rectangular structure made up of three mud-brick rooms, with the bedroom on the left.

In the middle of the house was the main hall, which contained a set of square tables and long benches where the family usually ate and entertained guests. Along the wall were various farming tools and other odds and ends.

On the right was the kitchen, with one stove and two burners. The stove was designed to hold a large and a small pot at the same time, making it very practical. The nearby small cabinet held bowls and other kitchen supplies.

Yang Lan'er looked around and found only a small bowl of black flour. She gritted her teeth against the cramping in her stomach, added water to the pot, and as she looked at the yellowish water in the bucket, her mouth twitched. She felt like crying.

Her house, car, and money were all gone. In her past life, she had been a top special agent. After completing her final mission, she was planning to withdraw when an accident occurred. She was only able to push her deputy out of harm's way before the explosion.

When she woke up again, she was here, suddenly a mother of two babies, and with a cheap husband as well. She didn't know if her teammates were safe.

She inwardly cursed, "Damn you, Transmigration God! You tricked me!" But she had done the same thing.

She rushed out of the kitchen and stood in the yard, giving the middle finger to the sky.

Transmigration God: "..." It's hard to be a good person, cry!

Yang Lan'er took a deep breath and looked at the distant mountains, yellowed by drought, and the layers of earthy-yellow fields. The scattered houses at the foot of the mountain formed a picturesque scene that was very beautiful for modern times, but at this time it was cruel.

Many villagers in the village had already fled due to the famine. Those who remained were mostly older people who were hesitant to leave their homeland or who had not yet given up hope, thinking that it might rain tomorrow and they would be saved without having to leave their homes.

Her stomach twisted in pain again. Ah! She couldn't afford to be sentimental. Otherwise, she would starve to death.

She thought to herself, "At least the air here is fresh."

Since she couldn't go back, she might as well accept her current situation. For now, she needed to solve the problem of this meal and fill her stomach first.

She entered the kitchen, washed the pot clean, poured in water, squatted in front of the stove, picked up the flint next to the stove, found some scraps of dry grass, and struck the flint a few times.

This was a skill she had learned when she was in the special forces. She slowly lit the fire, waited for the water to boil, and then slowly poured in the black flour, stirring as she poured. After cooking the meal, she entered the room and saw her precious children sleeping soundly, with a slight smile on her lips.

"Baobao, Beier, wake up, it's time for lunch, hurry up!"

"Mom, I'm so hungry!"

"Mom, is lunch ready? I want to eat!"

"Okay, okay, okay, hurry up and get up." Yang Lan'er's heart melted at the sight of them.