Zhaojiagou, Northeast China, 1962.
“It’s been three days, and Dad is still angry. It’s all the youngest’s fault. He’s drained the whole family’s blood to support him into a college student. How can he have the nerve to suggest separating the family right after graduation?”
"Alright, stop nagging. I have to go to work soon. If you can't stay in bed, go cook!"
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Hearing the noise coming from the next room, Zhao Youcai, from the 21st century, sighed as he lay on his bed.
Zhao Youcai stared at his calloused hands for a long time before finally accepting the fact that he had transmigrated.
He had only stayed up all night playing games when suddenly everything went black, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the 1960s, and had even transmigrated into the body of a splendid 60-year-old man!
Through the original owner's memories, I learned that my current identity is a sixty-year-old farmer from Zhaojiagou in Northeast China. The original owner had the same name as me and had raised his entire family alone after his wife died.
The original owner was a reclusive and mischievous old man who not only favored boys over girls but also showed great favoritism. He made his children drop out of school early to earn work points and used the family's resources to support his youngest son's schooling.
The youngest son finally got into university, but the first thing he did when he came back was to separate from his father. The original owner couldn't stand the shock and fainted from anger. Then Zhao Youcai transmigrated into this world.
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After inheriting the original owner's memories, Zhao Youcai became even more troubled.
Not only did he, a fine young man, age decades in vain, but the entire family he inherited from the original owner was also a complete scoundrel.
The eldest son is a bully at home; he always expects his wife and children to put up with him. When he suffers mistreatment outside, he abuses his wife and bullies his children at home.
The second son is like a gas cylinder possessed, constantly irritable. His bad temper doesn't need any fanning to ignite; if a passing dog barks at him a few times, he can't help but rush over and bite it.
The third son is even worse, the epitome of the younger generation! He's idle and good-for-nothing, always chasing after cats and dogs, stealing chickens and ducks, but he's still worse than a rat that everyone wants to kill!
The fourth son is taciturn, like a block of wood, you can't get a word out of him even if you hit him three times! He's more shy than a newlywed wife, so introverted that even a mimosa would kneel down and call him "brother," and an ostrich would be ashamed of itself.
After much effort, they managed to find a good bamboo shoot among this pile of bad bamboo and raised their youngest son to be an impressive college student, only to find that he turned out to be an ungrateful wretch.
The whole family pooled their resources to support his studies, and the first thing he did after graduation was to come back and cause trouble by dividing the family property, successfully angering the original owner to death.
Not to mention there are three daughters-in-law with different ideas and a whole bunch of eccentric grandchildren.
In short, they're a family of terrible people, not one of them is easy to deal with!
"Dad, I...I brought you food. Would you...have a bite?"
While Zhao Youcai was contemplating life, his fourth wife cautiously asked him a question while holding a bowl.
Zhao Youcai glanced at his fourth daughter-in-law, feeling extremely depressed.
It really proves the old saying: "People who aren't family don't enter the same door."
The overly introverted fourth son married a wife who's like a frightened block of wood! He's sitting here without even saying a word, and his fourth daughter-in-law is so scared she can't even speak properly!
However, this also shows the psychological trauma that the original owner, this awful old man, left on his family.
Zhao Youcai wanted to maintain his original persona and firmly told her to take it out the way it was brought in. However, his belly was so big that he could only sit up to avoid embarrassment.
I didn't feel it until I got up, but now I just feel that the smell in the room is too awful, and I really can't stand it.
Forget it, I'm not the original owner of this body anyway, there's no need for me to continue starving because of these awful family members.
So Zhao Youcai hurriedly put on his shoes, took the bowl, pushed open the door, and went out.
Stepping outside, one is greeted by lush green mountains and clear waters. Although there are no towering buildings made of reinforced concrete, they somehow look much more pleasing to the eye.
He took a deep breath, and sure enough, the environment in this era had not been polluted, and even the air was incredibly fresh!
After taking a few deep breaths with his eyes closed, Zhao Youcai could clearly feel his old bones cracking and popping, a feeling that was simply amazing.
Zhao Youcai, who had been starving for a long time, picked up a small stool and sat down in front of the wide-open door. He then slurped the rice porridge from the bowl into his mouth.
Looking at the thin, watery rice porridge in the bowl, he couldn't help but sigh. How could someone manage to make a bowl of porridge so thin that there were hardly any grains of rice, yet it was so difficult to swallow?
Zhao Jianfei, the youngest son, who was writing and drawing in the room and couldn't concentrate, saw his father walk out of the room through the window and happily rushed outside.
"Dad, are you feeling better?"
Just as Zhao Youcai was about to try his best to finish the last mouthful of porridge, he suddenly heard this voice. He frowned, put down the bowl, and looked towards the source of the sound.
A young man in his early twenties, wearing a blue shirt, who looked about five or six parts like the original owner, was cautiously looking at him.
In my memory, everyone in the family called him "Dad," except for his ungrateful youngest son who called him "Papa."
Hmm, that matches up! It's this little brat in front of me who was yelling about splitting up the family, which made the original owner of this body so angry that he kicked the bucket and I ended up transmigrating into this body!
Think of the air conditioner we can never use again, the novels we can never read again, the games we can never play again, and the browsers we can never open again…
Zhao Youcai's anger surged. How dare that brat ask if he was alright!
If we don't teach him a lesson, I really won't know why the flowers are so red!
With a loud crash, he hurled the bowl in his hand straight at Zhao Jianfei. The other man dodged, and the bowl smashed against the earthen wall, shattering with a loud crack.
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