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When Su Ling regained consciousness, she felt a heavy fog in her head, as if it had been struck by a hammer.
Struggling to open her eyes, she was greeted by a dilapidated ceiling, with sparse thatch allowing sunlight to filter through, dust dancing in the beams of light.
She tried to sit up but was startled to find her body unfamiliar, her small hands delicate and slender.
Looking around, she noticed the cramped and simple room, with an uneven dirt floor and old farming tools in the corner. The walls were adorned with dried grass that emitted a faint herbal scent.
At that moment, the door creaked open, and a weary-looking middle-aged woman hurried in, her clothes tattered and her face drawn.
Her hair was messily tied back, her eyes filled with exhaustion and worry, and she held a chipped earthen bowl in her hands.
Upon seeing Su Ling awake, a glimmer of joy flashed in her eyes.
“Ling’er, you’re finally awake! You’ve been unconscious for three days; you scared me to death. I made you some wild vegetable porridge; eat it while it’s hot,” she said gently, placing the bowl on a small stool beside the bed and using her rough hands to help Su Ling sit up.
Su Ling looked at her mother in confusion and tentatively asked, her voice soft and unfamiliar, “Mother, what happened to me?”
The woman sat down beside the bed, tenderly stroking Su Ling’s forehead. Tears welled up in her eyes as she replied, “A few days ago, you went up the mountain to gather firewood and accidentally fell, hitting your head. You nearly lost your life. I’ve been by your side these days, afraid something might happen to you.”
A sense of panic surged within Su Ling as she quickly realized she had crossed over into another world.
Staring at this unfamiliar yet affectionate mother before her, she felt at a loss for words. Instinctively, she grasped her mother’s hand. It was rough and calloused but radiated an endless warmth.
In the following days, Su Ling gradually learned about the world she was in from her mother and the villagers—the Lingxu Continent.
This place was starkly different from modern society; people relied on agriculture, and feudal customs were strictly enforced.
The labor in the fields was the focus of life. Men worked from dawn until dusk, sweating in the fields and sowing seeds of hope, while women managed household chores, weaving, sewing, and caring for the young and old.
Now, she was a fourteen-year-old farmer's daughter, Su Ling, living in poverty after her father's early death, relying solely on her mother.
Su Ling discovered that although the original owner of this body was frail, she was hardworking and kind-hearted, maintaining harmonious relationships with the villagers.
She often helped an elderly neighbor with small tasks within her ability, such as fetching water or sweeping the floor.
Once, when the old woman fell ill and was bedridden, the original owner took the initiative to gather some herbs from the mountains and brewed a medicinal soup to bring to her. When she found wild fruits on the mountain, she joyfully shared them with the village children, who surrounded her with innocent smiles, cheerfully calling out, "Sister Ling! Sister Ling!"
Su Ling had been weak since childhood, and all the burdens of the family fell on her mother's shoulders.
Her mother would rise before dawn each day to start a fire and cook breakfast before carrying farming tools to work in the fields. She bent over, diligently cultivating the land, her rough hands covered in calluses, sweat soaking her clothes, yet she never uttered a word of complaint.
Upon returning home, she still had to wash clothes, prepare meals, and care for Su Ling.
Watching her mother's emaciated figure and their family's dire situation, Lin Yue's soul vowed silently to change their fate.
Recalling modern knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine and herbs, coupled with her familiarity with the mountainous environment from growing up there, she resolved to start with herbal remedies from the mountains.
Su Ling began to wander around the village, engaging in deep conversations with the villagers.
She encountered the Old Hunter, who shared tales of the dangers and adventures found in the mountains and forests. He mentioned mysterious areas where rare herbs might grow but cautioned her that those places were often frequented by wild beasts.
Next, she met the Schoolmaster of the village. Although he had little knowledge of herbs, he lent Su Ling some ancient Medical Texts. Despite the fact that these books were mostly Ancient Texts filled with obscure language, Su Ling treasured them and dedicated herself to studying them diligently each day.
She carefully observed everything in her home, particularly the small Stone Well in the yard. The water was clear and sweet, serving as an important source for her family. She thought perhaps she could use this well water to wash the herbs.
In one corner lay a pile of firewood that the previous owner had collected. Though not much, it reflected their effort. She decided she would gather more firewood in the future to lighten her mother's burden.
Standing in the center of the yard, she gazed at the distant mountains, her eyes shining with determination. In her heart, she had already formed a preliminary plan.
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