The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension

The production team leader is also surnamed Liu and is called Liu Renhe.

Almost everyone in the village has the surname Liu.

Upon hearing this, they couldn't help but appraise Jiang Xiaoxiao from head to toe. Just looking at the clothes this group wore, and their demeanor, it was clear they weren't locals.

They must be city folk, especially with Fan Jianguo's attire, with a four-pocket jacket—definitely a cadre.

Moreover, he really had heard about it.

The old Liu couple had fought in the war, but he hadn't expected that they would still have comrades thinking of them.

It's a pity that the couple passed away early.

If they were still alive, a visiting comrade might have offered assistance, and the family's situation might not have turned out this way.

Yet he held some admiration for the Liu family, thinking that with Liu Guizhi and her two siblings, their future would be better, having such relatives surely meant assistance!

In any case, the couple passed away. For them to come to visit and personally drive to the place shows they care about the family.

Liu Guizhi was astonished; how did it become their family...?

But she said nothing; she couldn't ruin the scene.

"Oh dear, you truly arrived late. The couple has been gone for over three months. The family is still so pitiful! Come, come inside and talk, the outside is cold."

Liu Renhe seemed more like the host than Liu Guizhi, inviting everyone inside.

They all looked like cadres, and if these people weren't invited in...

Then as a production team leader, he would be far from doing a good job.

However, it wasn't suitable for him as the team leader to remain here, so Liu Renhe escorted them in and left.

Only then did Liu Guizhi remember, and hurriedly invited everyone inside, clinging tightly to her child. Upon entering, she realized her eight-year-old sister was present, but her brother was not home.

Her eight-year-old sister Liu Guiqin lay on the bed, looking sick, sniffling with a red nose, probably due to a cold.

The child lay on the bed, unable to get up, looking at her sister with droopy eyes, softly calling 'big sister', then fell back asleep.

Liu Guizhi became anxious.

Inside the house, one could feel the chill.

No wonder the child caught a cold; the two children probably didn't know how their life became like this. Without adults for these three months, life became difficult.

When she received news, she hurried back, already dealing with troubles until now.

Her mother-in-law blocked any news from her family, fearing they'd support her, and the villagers sided with the mother-in-law.

She missed saying goodbye to her deceased parents, only to return and find her siblings in such a state, which brought tears to Liu Guizhi's eyes.

She feared that if her sister's illness worsened, how would she face her deceased parents?

Jiang Xiaoxiao sighed; what's the use of crying anxiously, if steps aren't taken to warm the house or get some medicine for the child?

Seeing the home's simplicity, it's evident the two children's life is difficult.

"Uncle, Brother Song, you better hurry to the mountain and fetch some firewood, and find the child. Although the snow is melting, who knows what conditions the mountain holds! Besides, this house is too cold; if the heated bed isn't warmed, Pingping might fall ill here today."

Jiang Xiaoxiao could only direct things. With her uncle being no outsider, she had no qualms about asking.

Fan Jianguo glanced inside the room and indeed, the children were having a hard time.

Plus the yard had hardly any firewood, only a small pile against the wall, presumably hoarded by the kids to save for cooking. They didn't dare heat the bed, and in this weather, without a heated bed, one might genuinely freeze to death.

Don't assume spring brings no cold; temperatures here can still drop to below minus ten degrees.

Song Moting pulled Fan Jianguo and left.

The heated bed must be tended, otherwise Jiang Xiaoxiao might get sick too.

At this moment, Liu Guizhi finally reacted, placing the child on the heated bed, wrapping her in a quilt.

Then hurried to start a fire, boiling ginger soup for her sister.

In their village, there was no doctor; seeing a doctor was impossible at this moment.

Seeing Liu Guizhi busy, Jiang Xiaoxiao quietly took out a bottle of something.

The peaches that grew on her tree, apart from making peach preserves, some were turned into peach juice.

The only thing she knew was the peaches from her special space could cure any disease. Such a thing shouldn't just be consumed as needed, relying on the next harvest felt too passive.

As long as her tree bore peaches, she found ways to convert them into semi-finished products for storage, allowing the tree to keep bearing fruit.

Liu Guiqin, delirious from the fever, only knew she drank something sweet and icy.

Not worrying about what it was, she gulped it down and fell into a deep sleep.

When Liu Guizhi returned with ginger soup, seeing her sister seemed better.

Her touch no longer found her burning.

She still fed the ginger soup to her.

Seeing her sister improve brought her some relief.

Seeing the barren home, she felt desolate; her parents had been gone only three months, and seeing the state of the house suggested family had removed all the belongings.

Their family was poor but not to this extent.

She couldn't fathom how her siblings managed the last three months; she searched the kitchen.

Only less than three pounds of cornmeal remained, and nothing else.

She was truly grateful for Jiang Xiaoxiao. Had it not been for encountering Brother Fan on the road, she wouldn't have met Jiang Xiaoxiao and the rest.

They are genuinely good people.

Would outsiders casually help them?

Just the fifty pounds of grain they brought was enough for her family until spring comes.

But she feared her household registration might not lead back to the village. Without registration, they'd have no ration.

She and the children had no food, relying solely on her siblings' small ration wasn't nearly enough.

How would they survive the days ahead?

Rural life depended on earning work points and food from the production team; if deprived of this channel, she felt utterly lost, facing only despair.

Thinking of this, Liu Guizhi couldn't help but sigh.

Villagers had strong traditions; married daughters were like spilled water. Especially those whose registration moved away; unless granted permission by the team leader, there was no way to return to the village, earn work points, and get food.

But Liu Renhe wasn't easy to negotiate with.

With parents gone, even if she tried discussing the matter with him, it would likely be tough.

Worried, Liu Guizhi furrowed her brows.

Why is life so difficult?