The System Shuttle is Full of Blessed Wives

Seeing a little boy standing at the door in a daze, Mu Yiren beckoned.

The little boy was about two or three years old, and his body was thin and small. The clothes on his body were covered with patches, but fortunately they were neatly arranged.

Frankly speaking, what the Muyi people can't bear the most is a child with a dirty face, not only a snoty nose, but also stuffing black fingers into his mouth and sucking them. He doesn't pay attention to hygiene at all.

She couldn't understand how those parents could bear to watch their children look like that. Even if the children were playful and ran around, they should always clean up the children and teach them to be clean.

If it was her child, she would definitely clean up the child every day.

The little boy timidly walked to the bed, staring at a pair of dark eyes with a trace of curiosity.

"Little brother, where is this?" Mu Yiren asked with a smile, his voice soft.

The little boy in front of him had pretty good facial features, but he was too thin. At first glance, he looked like an African refugee. He was malnourished all the year round and looked not full. Seeing the Muyi people, he couldn't help but feel a little sour.

These days, is there anyone else living such a difficult life? What era is it now, are there still such poor households?

"This... This is my home~" The little boy opened his black and white eyes with a face full of innocence and confusion.

"Uh..." Mu Yiren was speechless, she was really sleepy, what can such a small child understand.

What a fool!

Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and Mu Yiren immediately looked at the door.

A woman wearing a patched gray padded jacket came in eagerly, her face was sallow, with no flesh on her face, and the wrinkles around her eyes were a little obvious. She looked about fifty or sixty years old.

This thin and wrinkled appearance looks a little old, and the Muyi people couldn't estimate their age for a while.

Behind the woman was the boy who had just run out to call for someone.

Seeing the appearance of African refugees, one big and two small, Mu Yiren couldn't help but sigh secretly, which remote mountain and forest is she in?

How poor are you?

Looking at the young girl who had woken up, Qin's mother breathed a sigh of relief, and said happily, "Miss, are you awake? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

"Auntie, where is this place? You saved me?"

After Mu Yiren woke up, her heart was full of too many questions. If she didn't ask clearly, she would almost suffocate to death.

Aunt? Qin's mother frowned slightly, feeling that this name was strange, but it did not hinder their communication.

"It was the third son of my family who saved you. Don't you have any impression? The third son said that he rescued you from the sea. You have been in a coma for four days, but we are so worried. What are the internal injuries.

We are still a long way from the town. I saw that you had some skin injuries, so I went to Dr. Wu in the village to pick up some herbs. If you don’t wake up, we will take you to the town. Check it out. "

Mu Yi was shocked.

Saved yourself from the sea? !

how is this possible?

The place where the plane crashed into the sea is a large ocean area, how could it be possible to save yourself ashore by human effort?

Besides, assuming there are residents in the place where the plane crashed into the sea, it is impossible for them to be from the native country? If it was replaced by the original aborigines, she could still believe a little bit.