Zhang Weiguo transmigrates to that era of scarcity, a time of lacking clothes and food.
He is a decorated veteran who has been transferred to a position as the head of the purchasing departme...
Sha Zhu returned to the courtyard.
No one cares about Xu Damao.
Xu Damao lay outside all night and Jia Zhangshi did not look for him.
"This is a really strong drink, wife, pour me a glass of water."
"Why is it so cold?"
"Fuck, why is the roof gone?"
"Who stole my roof?"
No, this is not my home.
How did I end up sleeping on the street?
Didn’t you drink with your boss last night?
How did you fall asleep on the road?
"I guess he drank too much and slept here."
Xu Damao thought so.
Xu Damao didn't think much about the pain in the back of his head, and thought he had hurt himself when he fell.
Xu Damao thought it was because of the alcohol.
Xu Damao got up and took a few steps when he felt discomfort down there.
Without pants and soaked in piss, it was dry but hard.
This coarse cloth is rubbing against my little brother and it's very uncomfortable.
Xu Damao pulled down his pants to check.
I found that my pants were missing.
"Who stole my pants?"
No one responded to Xu Damao. Xu Damao was so angry that he vented his dissatisfaction towards the sky.
A little bird flew over and a piece of bird droppings fell directly on Xu Damao's head.
Xu Damao’s touch still brought back warmth.
Xu Damao really wanted to cry but had no tears.
Even a little bird bullied him.
Xu Damao found a stone to throw at the bird, but the bird had already flown away.
Xu Damao was wondering who would pull down his pants?
Does anyone have any special hobbies?
The more Xu Damao thought about it, the more perverted he became. He quickly touched her anus and felt something special.
Xu Damao felt a little relieved.
Fortunately, the innocence was preserved.