Small business owner Qin Huai scrolled through his social media feed, which showed photos of large villas and luxury cars in first-tier cities. He captioned the post, "Having a car and a house at 35 is a disgrace to us post-80s people."
But the second after the Versailles copywriter pressed send, he was suddenly pulled by a powerful force and came to a wilderness. In the dim light, he seemed to see a naked woman glaring at him: "You are such a useless thing..."
This statement comes without reason.
His head buzzed and he passed out again. When he woke up again, he found himself lying on a dirty earthen kang. A very young girl was helping him straighten his pants with a worried look on her face, and then she was about to touch his belt.
He subconsciously covered his vitals, but before he could speak, the girl suddenly said, "Brother, it was Qin Fengying who secretly carried you here..." After waiting for a long time, she said, "No one saw it."
Who is Qin Fengying, and who are you? What did you mean by your last sentence? After asking this question, a huge amount of information rushed into him, and his head buzzed and he fainted again.
When he woke up again, he found himself lying on the earthen kang in despair. He had already digested the information and realized that he was reborn. He had changed from the 35-year-old middle-aged Qin Huai to the 17-year-old boy Qin Huai in Qinjiazhuang. He also came from Haicheng in 2022 to Qinjiazhuang in northern Anhui County in 1961.
The host is Qin Huai, a little cripple from Qinjiazhuang.
Oh, God, are you kidding me? I was also born in 1987 in my previous life, the era when my parents lived. You suddenly brought me here. The living conditions in this era are so bad. Are you trying to kill me?
Qin Huai was stunned, but when he learned the cause of the original owner's death, he was even more speechless.
The original owner Qin Huai died of a shameful reason. He had a shameful affair with Qin Fengying, a woman feared by everyone in the village, and died of the legendary stroke.
Although dying under the peony flowers makes one a romantic ghost, his death was not romantic at all. Instead, it was too cruel. It was not worth it to die for a mere small bag of food.
You died before your wonderful life even began. It's pitiful that you died, but you also dragged Qin Huai, the winner in life, into this. Damn it, who did I offend? I just wanted to post on WeChat Moments to show off my wealth.
Qin Huai looked at himself with disappointment. He was wearing an old padded jacket covered with patches, and his trousers were tied with a hemp rope. Although the patches were piled on top of each other, there were still several big holes that let air in. He was lying in the thin, torn cotton quilt, his whole body was soft and he had no strength at all.
He's even dressed worse than a beggar, and there's still someone who cares about him?
He moved slightly and felt something warm on his chest. He picked it up and saw that it was a jade token. In his vague memory, it seemed to be something related to his life experience.
Isn’t this life too miserable?
Just look at his clothes, his bedding, and the roof from which he could see the sky. The home where he was reborn was just like his rebirth, with leaks everywhere.
Others who traveled through time and space and were reborn were able to take advantage of it, either becoming princes or nobles, or sons of wealthy families, but what about me? Instead, I went from being a small boss worth tens of millions to being a poor peasant with nothing in my hands. I had to work like a hardworking old ox for a bag of grain, and even worked myself to death. It was really heartbreaking to hear about it and brought tears to my eyes.
Looking at the dilapidated bed and roof, Qin Huai could still feel the sadness left by the young boy in the world, and he also knew how humble his tragic death was. The dozen pounds of soybeans that he might not even look at if thrown on the road in his previous life were now the life-saving food that the young Qin Huai had to exchange his life for.
Human life is worthless in years of famine.
As soon as he moved, the bed creaked and hurried footsteps were heard outside. A thin girl ran in quickly, holding a broken bowl in her hand.
This girl was the one he saw when he woke up for the second time.
"Brother, are you awake?" She put the bowl on the wooden board, reached out to touch his forehead with a look of surprise and concern, and then said happily: "Thank God, your high fever is gone."
Qin Huai was distracted by her concern. Having been alone in his previous life, he was not used to being so close to others, but he was too weak to even move his head, so he could only follow the girl's concern.
The girl was very happy because his fever had gone down, and immediately picked up the bowl and said, "Hurry up and eat a bite, you will have strength after eating it." In the bowl was a bowl of steaming white rice porridge.
Turning over the original owner's memory, Qin Huai knew that the girl's name was Yatou. She was only thirteen years old this year and was the older sister of his two sisters.
What made Qin Huai despise was that this family was actually supported by this thirteen-year-old girl. Although she was young, she went out to beg for food every day with the old ladies in the village. She was a veteran with several years of experience in surviving in the world.
Such a thin girl had to travel dozens of miles back and forth every day to support her family with the steamed bread and porridge she brought back.
After looking through his memories, Qin Huai stared blankly at the girl in front of him. It was so heartbreaking. Seeing him like this, the girl said in a panic, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing that she was worried about him and almost crying, Qin Huai felt warm in his heart and said, "I'm fine."
"Then eat quickly. It's freshly cooked. You'll have more energy after you're full."
Under the girl's concerned eyes, Qin Huai didn't open his mouth, but turned his head and asked: "Have you eaten?"
The girl's face was obviously flustered and she said, "I've eaten."
In the original owner's memory, white rice porridge was a precious thing that could only be eaten once during the Chinese New Year. The food of the poor was grass roots and tree bark. Rice porridge was a luxury food that could only be seen a few times a year. The girl was obviously lying.
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