The counterattack of the fat village girl

*Nam Uyen Quoc, eighteenth year of Kinh Hoa, Giang Ha district, Thanh Ha district, Ha Duong town, Hoa Sen village.* The harsh sunlight scorched the ground. On Ngoc Hoa peak behind the village, under an ancient tree hundreds of years old, rustling sounds were heard. "Big Brother Vuong, slow down... don't... be too fast..." Very soon, sounds rang out in the forest that made people blush and feel their hearts beat. To Nghien Nghien was chased up the mountain by her father to pick up dry firewood. She happened to see a thick layer of dry branches falling under the tree. She tried to drag her heavy body over, bent down to pick it up and put it in the basket on her back. Continuously repeat this movement, from the edge of the tree to the base of the tree. Perhaps because she was too excited to see so many dry branches, she didn't pay attention to the movement behind the tree. The person behind was even more enthusiastic, thinking there were only a few fat rabbits running in the forest. Until... To Nghien Nghien saw a long branch fall behind the tree, a branch appeared. She happily quickly walked over to pick it up. Immediately... She looked ahead in panic, the tree branches in her hand fell to the ground with a "thump" sound, hitting the dry branches and leaves on the ground, alarming the two people who were enthusiastically doing something. Vuong Ma Tu and Dien Thuy Hoa simultaneously looked towards To Nghien Nghien. "Damned." The good deed was interrupted, Vuong Ma Tu cursed under his breath. To Nghien Nghien looked at their four eyes, and after a while, she woke up. She didn't even need to pick up the dry branches. She turned around and wanted to run. "We can't let her escape, catch her quickly." Vuong Ma Tu pulled up his pants, his cruel eyes looking at To Nghien Nghien's figure. "To Nghien Nghien, come back here, don't run..." Dien Thuy Hoa clearly knew the serious consequences if this were revealed, pulling on her shirt while chasing To Nghien Nghien. "Stop, don't run..." To Nghien Nghien's personality is as gentle as a dumpling, but her mind is still flexible, she knows she sees things that shouldn't be seen, knows a scary secret, if she doesn't run, she will die. Definitely not a good ending. But with her height of 1m4, weight of 80kg, and round body, she was in the forest and could not run faster than Vuong Ma Tu and Dien Thuy Hoa. "Big brother Vuong, if we beat her to death, will the villagers find out that we did it?" Dien Thuy Hoa worriedly watched To Nghien Nghien being beaten by Vuong Ma Tu until her head was broken and bleeding. Unlike her womanly heart, Vuong Ma Tu's body is full of cruelty. "Wait until night, there will be wild animals appearing in the forest. They will smell the blood and come and eat her. Then no one will know she died on the mountain, and no one will know we did this. Now Now you go down the mountain first, I'll go from the other direction." "Yes, I'll go first." Dien Thuy Hoa listened to Vuong Ma Tu's words and felt reassured. Before leaving, she glanced at To Nghien Nghien's body and smiled coldly. It's all this girl's fault, who said she was unlucky to discover the secret between her and Mr. Vuong. * Damn, my head hurts like this. To Nghien Nghien raised her hand to touch her head, feeling wet and sticky. Looking back, the entire palm was stained red with blood. Could it be that it was a plane crash and her head was hit this much? She remembered that before she lost consciousness, the plane she was on had a problem, and then this... The plane crash was okay, just a little bleeding. Can it be written as a miraculous event of humanity? ? Thinking that, immediately, her head hurt like needles, the pain was completely different from the external wound, as if spreading from the inside. Before she could understand what had happened, it was as if there was a hole in her mind, memories that did not belong to her flooded in... About ten minutes later, To Nghien Nghien closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It turns out there was no accident at all, but after her death, she traveled through time. If she hadn't traveled in time, she would have died by now, so she happily accepted this fact. At the same time, also a little angry. Angry because the original owner's stepmother and lover were cruel, just because their affair was exposed, they brutally used a rock to beat the original owner to death. Right now is not the time to think these things. The original owner's head was really seriously injured. The rocks that hit her caused several finger-sized wounds. If not treated, she would just come back to life, and maybe lose blood and die. To Nghien Nghien in her previous life was a descendant of an oriental medicine family, and was also a famous oriental medicine practitioner at home and abroad. As for treating the head wound, she is very confident. First of all, she needed to stop the bleeding. This was in ancient times, and in the mountains, to stop the bleeding she could only find herbs nearby. Herbs commonly used to stop bleeding include Chinese crane grass, red blood anthracnose, dates, Astragalus, Panax notoginseng, mugwort, cypress leaves, hoe flower, white mao can, dia du, white dachshund, etc. To Nghien Nghien tore a strip of cloth from the hem of her shirt, wrapped it around her head a few times, and pressed it against the wound. She picked up a slightly straight and thick tree branch from the ground and stood up. She was on a slope facing the sun. Not far away, she saw a patch of white grass, thick roots, thick growth, straight stems, white or pale yellow surface, slightly shiny. She chewed up some white hair roots, then took off the cloth on her head, pulled the chewed roots into the wound, and then wrapped it tightly. The rest she continued to chew to eat. Astragalus roots applied to wounds can stop bleeding, and when eaten, they can replenish blood. She now not only needs to stop the bleeding but also needs to replenish her blood. About half an hour later, To Nghien Nghien felt less dizzy and the blood stopped flowing. The wound on her head was so severe that in addition to stopping the bleeding and replenishing blood, she also needed to fight inflammation. Otherwise, the wound would become inflamed and she would still be at risk of losing her life. She felt that her luck could not be so good as to have a second time travel, so she had to cherish her life this time. When the pain in her body subsided, she propped herself up with a tree. Now we still need to find more anti-inflammatory herbs. She placed the apricot roots that she had plucked while resting in the basket behind her, bowed her head, and searched for useful herbs on the ground.