“Xiao Zhou, if you keep lying down, how will you pay back the money? How will you support Xiao Yiyi?” an older woman earnestly advised.

Another old man said earnestly, "Yes, Xiao Zhou! You haven't gone out to work for seven days! I heard that they're recruiting boat trackers at the dock, 10 yuan a day."

"When you go to the dock, please bring back a pound of sea snails for me. My grandson hasn't had sea snails in a long time."

"And me, a pound of sea cucumber."

"We've all watched you grow up, we're all neighbors, you wouldn't refuse to help with something as small as this, would you?"

The Book of Changes is speechless.

A bunch of beasts are so good at moral blackmail, why don't they go take the postgraduate entrance exam?

He gently scraped the blade with his hand and chuckled, "What nonsense are you all talking about, uncles and aunties? How could I possibly refuse such a small favor..."

The birds' eyes lit up, and they were about to praise him when Zhou Yi suddenly changed the subject: "However, I was recently diagnosed with stomach cancer. If I don't eat, my whole body aches and I have no strength to work."

"How about this, everyone lend me some food. Once I'm full, I can easily eat ten or eight pounds of seafood, let alone a pound."

"We're all neighbors, surely we can't refuse to help with such a small thing?"

As Zhou Yi spoke, he rubbed his stomach, looking like he was about to collapse.

The birds were speechless and choked with emotion.

They even make it sound so respectable that they're trying to scam free food and drinks.

This Comrade Zhou is something else! He actually plagiarized their true teachings.

"My grandson needs a diaper change, I'm going home now," the auntie said as she slipped away.

Zhou Yi chuckled and said, "Hey, chubby auntie, your grandson is thirty years old and still wearing diapers?"

Seeing that things were not going well, the others also laughed and scattered.

Zhou Yi pursed his lips, his expression calm, but in reality, he was extremely annoyed.

Seven days ago, he was a high-quality 33-year-old uncle who enjoyed instant noodles and sugary drinks.

During the National Day holiday, I spent every night in my rented room playing a private server version of a certain ship game.

In the blink of an eye, I found myself transported to this strange world.

Fine, I'll wear it. At least I'll be dressed as a rich young master, or worse, as a rich kid.

As a result, they started with a knife and relied entirely on debt for assets.

As is widely known, time travelers all share the same name and are orphans.

When parents offer sacrifices to Heaven, their power is boundless.

Zhou Yi muttered, "Could it be that I'm not doing it right? System? Activate? System Bro? Amen? Virgin Mary? Go to hell..."

There was no response.

He shook his head, put away the dagger, went back into the house, closed the door, and looked around.

The dilapidated house, less than ten square meters in size, let in a few rays of afternoon sunlight, but instead of bringing warmth, it was filled with the smell of decay.

This family is so poor that even if a thief comes, they'll have to run away crying!

The adopted daughter was huddled in the corner of the bed.

A pair of bright, sparkling eyes peeked out from beneath her messy hair. "Hey! Are you going to sell me to bad guys?"

Goodness, he doesn't even call me "Dad" anymore.

Zhou Yi crossed his arms, "If we can get a good price..."

"You bad person!" the daughter exclaimed angrily.

"I'll go get a price quote." Zhou Yi turned to leave.

"Daddy, you're back!" The daughter instantly put on a pitiful look.

Zhou Yi curled his lip: "Don't give me that. You eat my food, wear my clothes, but you haven't created any value for me. What use are you?"

Her daughter suddenly threw herself into her arms, "Mmm...I'm still a little princess!"

Faced with this extremely sweet whimper, Zhou Yi got goosebumps all over.

A little princess? If he hadn't seen the little girl single-handedly debating with a group of middle-aged women yesterday, he would have almost believed it.

Zhou Yi pushed his daughter away, his mind racing.

If the debt collectors can't handle my sister-in-law, they'll definitely turn around and use him and my daughter to threaten her.

Why don't we take our daughter and run away together?

As for that aloof, long-legged woman, well, good luck to her.

However, there is a problem: even if you manage to escape the city, the dangers outside the city are no less than those inside.

Zhou Yi sat down on the edge of the bed and opened his diary.

Day 1, July 1, 2024: Cloudy turning to light rain

Having just arrived in this wonderful place, I'm making a note of it.

Blue Star, with a history and geography similar to Earth, experienced an apocalyptic catastrophe ten years ago, leaving mutated creatures rampant in the wild and fraught with danger.

I have another daughter.

No system?

Grass!】

The next day, cloudy turning sunny.

Wow! This online game actually lets you exchange for abilities and items! Damn! The serfs have been liberated and are now singing songs of triumph!

We absolutely must get a login device!

Huh? The game is called Gods, how come it has the exact same name as that brand new version?

Where is the system?

Day 3, overcast, hungry...

Day 6, hungry...

"Dad, what are you writing? Why can't I understand it?" The little girl blinked.

Zhou Yi finished the work in one go with just a few strokes, glancing sideways at his youngest daughter.

Are you kidding me? This wild cursive script is a unique technique, commonly known as chicken claw font, and it is said that no one in the world except the author himself can recognize it.

"Write a diary."

“Who is a decent person…” The youngest daughter knelt beside Zhou Yi and chattered incessantly.

Zhou Yi turned his head and stared intently.

"Pah, pah, pah! Dad, I wasn't talking about you..." The little daughter abruptly changed her tone.

Zhou Yi nodded.

This adopted daughter is named Zhao Yiyi, and she is ten years old.

That's right, his surname is Zhao.

Attribute: Stepdaughter.