I Started Fighting Guerrillas as a Bandit, and I Waited for Death as a Kid

I am an ordinary migrant worker. When I was working, I had an accident. I actually traveled to the winter of 1935. Oh my god, are you kidding me? I just work hard and smoke a cigarette when I am tired. Where did you send me? I want to go home. There are seniors and juniors in my family. How can they live without me? No matter how much I shout, it is useless. Well, let's just make peace with it.