Farmhouse Fubao Has Space

Chapter 1: Dead from overwork

Chapter 1 Death from Overwork—Weared

After noon, in Tongjia Village, Mr. Tong Yongzhi’s home was surrounded by an aura of sadness.

"An Nian, my daughter, please wake up. Don't sleep. Mom can't lose you."

The sound of a woman crying came from a room, which was so heartbreaking to everyone's ears. The skinny little **** the bed moved her fingers lightly.

She struggled to open her eyes. Her vision was blurry and she had a splitting headache. Memories that did not belong to her flooded into her head. It took her a while to adjust before she could clearly see the situation in front of her.

She really traveled through time, died from overwork, traveled to this ancient time that she had never heard of, and became a four-year-old female doll.

The original owner's mother, Ning Qingqiu, lay in front of the bed, hugging herself and crying. There were several people surrounding her, and the light was a little dark. Tong Anyian could not see their expressions clearly, but she knew that these were relatives of the original owner and now her relatives.

The original owner's name was Tong Anian, and she was the only female child in Mr. Tong's family for three generations. Although she was doted on by everyone in the family, she had been suffering from a weak disease since she was born. She had always been in poor health and had to take medicine every day.

In fact, she could only spend most of the time in bed, and only occasionally could get out of bed to move around.

This sudden illness occurred because someone deliberately tricked her into going to the river. Then, someone unknown pushed her into the river from behind.

He was already weak, caught cold, choked on water, and had a high fever for several days, but the original owner could not survive it. When the body opened its eyes again, the soul had changed.

However, the original owner was a four-year-old child. Who could have such a deep hatred for her that he would push her into the river and drown her?

"My daughter!" Ning Qingqiu couldn't bear it any longer and burst into heart-wrenching tears.

"Ahem, mother...don't cry..."

Tong Anyian gritted her teeth and spoke. Her voice was weak and as small as a mosquito or fly, but it was still heard by Ning Qingqiu, who cared about her daughter.

"...Nian Bao'er...are you talking?"

Ning Qingqiu raised his head cautiously, thinking that he was hallucinating.

"Mother!" She yelled "Mother" with great effort, trying her best to smile.

"Nian...nian Bao'er...wuwuwu...you're awake..." Ning Qingqiu burst into tears and was out of breath.

"Nian Bao'er, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere else? Tell grandma." Mrs. Tong sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Tong Anyian's thin and sallow little face with distress.

"Milk..." Tong Anian looked up at her with her weak little face and what she thought was the sweetest smile.

But no matter how sweet her smile was, she was still too weak. That weak look made Mrs. Tong feel heartbroken.

This child has suffered since she was born. Letting her go might free her up, but how could they be willing to let her go?

Tong Anyian looked at the people in the room who were greeting her, and her eyes stopped on the face of a woman in her thirties. This woman was the original owner's aunt-Zhao Cuifen.

To say why I noticed her, it was because her expression was somewhat intriguing.

Everyone else was happy and excited when they saw Tong Anyian waking up. Only her eyes were panicked and the smile on her face was a little stiff, as if she didn't expect Tong Anyian to wake up.

In the last memory of the original owner, apart from the fear of being suddenly pushed into the river, the fear of water filling his mouth and nose, and the constant struggle in the water, the only thing that he remembered was the figure leaving in a hurry. That figure was extremely familiar.

Moreover, the figure is somewhat similar to the so-called aunt in front of her. It is very likely that she was the one who pushed the original owner into the water.

Perhaps sensing Tong Anyian's gaze, Zhao Cuifen raised her head and looked over. Tong Anyian's eyes were very clean, yet profound, looking at her unblinkingly, as if she could see through people at a glance.

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She was a little frightened. Could it be that Tong Anyian discovered what she had done?

Mr. Tong, Tong Yongzhi, and Mrs. Tong, Lu Lanzhi.

Dafang: Tong Zhengye, Zhao Cuifen

Second room: Tong Zhengjie, Xie Chunxiang

Three bedrooms: Tong Zhengyang, Ning Qingqiu

Fourth room: Tong Zhengping, Song Yu

The eldest child: Tong Anqi is thirteen years old

Tong Anxiang is thirty years old

Tong An is four or eight years old

Second child: Tong Anhe is 21 years old

Three-bedroom children: Tong Annian is seven or four years old