Quick Transmigration: Underdog Turns out to be Untouchable

Chapter 1032: Chapter 943: Official of the First Rank 4

Moreover, besides rabbit meat, rabbit skins can also be used to make rabbit skin mats. Nangong Shuangshuang’s mother, Mrs. She, is in poor health and tends to get sick in winter. If they have rabbit skin mats for warmth, she would fare much better this winter. The extra rabbit skins can also be sold for money.

As for thoughts like rabbits being cute and eating them being too cruel, when you can’t even meet basic needs, cruelty is just cruelty. When she’s no longer short of food and clothing, she’ll consider being compassionate.

Apart from rabbits, fishing, which Murong Shuangshuang hadn’t placed much hope in, surprisingly brought in five small fish weighing half a catty to a catty each, which was an unexpected joy. If they can’t eat rabbits, having fish instead isn’t bad, grilled or made into soup.

With her mind full of thoughts of different ways to cook fish, Murong Shuangshuang excitedly carried home wild vegetables, bamboo shoots, and a string of fish threaded with grass, with two large rabbits bound and placed in her basket, jogging all the way.

Murong Shuangshuang’s home was quite large for Yu Family Village since her father often treated villagers who came seeking medical attention and needed space to dry herbs and store a significant medicine cabinet. The house was made larger on purpose.

After building the house, the largest main room was turned into Murong Ting’s clinic and place for treating patients.

As Murong Shuangshuang entered, she saw a kind-faced middle-aged man with a girl whose hair was dry and yellow, clearly malnourished, sitting in her father’s medical hall.

The girl’s body was small and frail, with a sallow complexion and a disproportionately large belly despite her thinness, resembling children from African slums. This was typical of children in this era, and Murong Shuangshuang herself looked similar now.

This malnourished-looking girl was the time-traveling Fang Keixin, and honestly, Fang Keixin’s parents, Fang Laoer and Mrs. Dai, were not attractive people.

Yet Fang Keixin became more attractive over time, not a great beauty but delicate and charming. With her unique temperament, she was indeed somewhat attractive, but she didn’t resemble her parents or grandparents.

Fang Keixin sat there, her eyes furtively darting around, and when she saw Murong Shuangshuang enter, her gaze fixated on the string of fish in Murong Shuangshuang’s hand.

Although Fang Keixin herself wasn’t particularly craving fish, this body’s hunger for meat had surged overwhelmingly when seeing the fish. She wanted to eat fish! She really wanted to eat! Her stomach was so hungry, she wanted to eat!

At that moment, Fang Keixin’s mind was consumed with the thought of eating fish. This sudden craving startled even her, considering in modern times she had enough meat, often ate only vegetables and wasn’t fond of meat.

Moreover, Fang Keixin didn’t like fish because of its strong smell. No matter how well it’s prepared, it often retains some fishiness, whether faint or strong.

But this body was severely deficient in meat, and even during the New Year celebration, under the heavy taxes imposed by the government, at best, they might eat enough to not go hungry. To have meat, only exceptional luck or an excellent harvest would suffice.

Fang Keixin knew she looked embarrassing. She still wanted to maintain her modern dignity, so she struggled to look away from the fish in Murong Shuangshuang’s hand, refraining from looking at Murong Shuangshuang to avoid feeling upset.

Murong Shuangshuang completely ignored Fang Keixin. She didn’t want to be a little sidekick for Fang Keixin or be played like an idiot by her. After greeting her father, Murong Ting, she showed him the fish she was holding and the wild vegetables and rabbits in her basket.

Murong Ting was a bit surprised that his daughter managed to bring back so much, but he could see these were wild creatures. With others in the room, he couldn’t inquire closely and could only take the things, planning to question Murong Shuangshuang later.

Since Fang Laoer was younger than Murong Ting, after giving the things to her father, Murong Shuangshuang greeted Fang Laoer respectfully with a smile, calling him Uncle Fang.

Fang Laoer slightly curled his lips into a smile. His kind face showed a grin, but he didn’t say anything because he was in a bad mood, troubled by his daughter’s lingering illness.

Fang Laoer wasn’t someone who favored sons over daughters. Even though he had a son, he cherished his only daughter dearly. A couple of days ago, his daughter had a fever. Fang Laoer had nearly knelt before his mother, Mrs. Tian, who always considered granddaughters a burden and believed sick granddaughters should wait to die. This was to get money for his daughter’s medicine.

Finally, after much difficulty, his daughter was saved, but she lost her memory due to the prolonged fever. Now, the amnesiac Fang Sanya seemed dazed, no longer playing or moving around and simply sitting at the door in a daze every day.

Worried about his daughter’s condition, Fang Laoer and Mrs. Dai had been troubled these past days. Early this morning, Fang Laoer brought his daughter back to Murong Ting, the only doctor within ten miles, hoping for a cure.

Murong Ting took her pulse for quite some time but could still only conclude she was healthy. He had no idea why Fang Keixin lost her memory and could only arrive at the previous conclusion: Fang Keixin probably had brain damage from the prolonged fever.

In fact, Fang Keixin was quite healthy. It’s just that she suddenly realized she had traveled from a modern-day paradise to a chaotic ancient hell. Unable to accept it, she became dispirited.

For the past two days, Fang Keixin pondered whether she could return if she died. Yet, when faced with death, she dared not go through with it, worried if she didn’t return to modern times, she’d truly die. Despite the hardship, life’s persistence triumphed over the urge for death. Who would choose to die?

Since Murong Ting found no cause, Fang Laoer worriedly took his quiet daughter home.

After Fang Laoer and Fang Keixin left, Murong Ting found his way to the kitchen. Murong Shuangshuang was animatedly describing her smart hunting methods to her fish soup-making mother, even taking out the rabbits tied up in the basket, expressing her intention to raise them.

Listening to this, Mrs. She felt both pain and comfort. Pain for her daughter’s maturity beyond her years, and comfort knowing her daughter’s first thought seeing rabbits was to make rabbit skin mats for her frail body.

As Murong Ting walked in and overheard, he laughed and said, ”If Shuangshuang wants to raise rabbits, then Daddy will arrange neat big slabs of bluestone to lay a floor and build a rabbit hutch so the little bunnies won’t dig holes and escape.”