Chapter 3: Rolled Out of Bed 3

After a long time, Ye Xuan'er opened her eyes.

"Trans—migrated—." The first words Ye Xuan'er spoke upon opening her eyes were directed at the ceiling.

Those sharp eyes intended to pierce through that roof—which probably couldn't even keep out the wind and rain—to look straight at the heavens, using her piercing gaze to express her fury.

She had transmigrated; she had truly transmigrated, and she had transmigrated into the body of someone with the exact same name as her.

Fine, she accepted it.

However, when other people transmigrate, they are either young ladies of wealthy families or princesses and noblewomen. Even if they aren't royal nobility, they at least live a comfortable life.

What was this?

The countryside? Or even the kind of poverty that couldn't get any more destitute?

Heavens, you aren't being very fair.

After cursing silently a thousand times in her heart, Ye Xuan'er finally turned her gaze toward the trembling Tian'er.

Looking at the terror on Tian'er's face, Ye Xuan'er suddenly remembered that when she woke up, she was on the floor, yet there was a bed right beside her.

Ye Xuan'er calmly reached out her hand to feel it. Mm, it was still warm.

Looking again at the bruise left on her hand from the fall, Ye Xuan'er's eyes turned slightly cold. She feigned a fierce expression and looked at Tian'er, saying, "Did you pull me off the bed and throw me on the floor?"

Receiving Ye Xuan'er's terrifying gaze, Tian'er became even more frightened: "Sis... Sister... I'm sorry..."

"It really was you." Ye Xuan'er stared intently at her, staring until the girl felt uncomfortable all over.

"Sister, Sister, Tian'er was wrong, wahhh..." After hesitating for a moment, Tian'er simply burst into tears.

Ye Xuan'er's face darkened; this child really couldn't handle a little scare.

Waving her hand, Ye Xuan'er said generously, "Alright, alright, I didn't say I was blaming you, right?"

"Eh?" Tian'er's crying stopped immediately. Her two teary eyes looked at Ye Xuan'er as she asked, "Then Sister won't tell Father and Mother?"

"No, no." Ye Xuan'er shook her head quickly. All children shared the same nature: they were afraid of being reported to their parents.

This little one was, of course, no exception.

Hearing this, Tian'er immediately beamed with joy: "Sister is the best! Then Sister, hurry and brew a pot of tea for Father and Mother; Father and Mother will be back soon."

Ye Xuan'er's face darkened instantly; that subject change was truly rapid.

However, brewing a pot of tea was no difficult task; it could be done in minutes.

Turning silently, Ye Xuan'er took a careful look at the place that resembled a kitchen, then walked over and skillfully scooped a ladle of water from a vat to fill a worn-out container that looked somewhat like a modern teapot. She then grabbed a few tea leaves from a pouch on the wall, tossed them in, and placed it on the stove.

Next came lighting the fire. Fortunately, she had lived in the countryside before; although lighting a fire in ancient times was a technical skill, it wasn't a difficult task for her.

With everything settled, Ye Xuan'er clapped her hands and finally turned to look at Tian'er.

Tian'er was currently staring, dumbfounded.

Slightly stunned, Ye Xuan'er looked at Tian'er with a face full of suspicion and asked, "Little one, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing this, Tian'er didn't speak. She stared blankly at Ye Xuan'er, and only after a long while did she snap out of it, saying, "No... nothing... I mean, it's just... Sister Xuan'er, you are different today than usual."

It seemed because she was so shocked, her speech was somewhat incoherent.

Ye Xuan'er, however, found it quite baffling. Different? How was brewing a pot of tea different?

Even though she was a modern human of the twenty-first century, she had lived in the countryside, and before her untimely death, she had even been part of an agricultural research institute.