When Lin Qilang was born in a swaddling clothes with leaky wadding, there was three feet of snow outside the thatched house. The five brothers and sisters huddled beside the stove to eat the paste mixed with Guanyin soil. The grandfather was digging grass roots for his mother who was having difficulty giving birth and fell unconscious in the ditch. He was still clutching half of the leftover bark in his arms. The space superpower who struggled for ten years in the apocalypse in his previous life has become the weakest premature baby in the Daqing Dynasty in this life - but this time, there is a spiritual spring floating in the sea of consciousness, and the space is stocked with potato and sweet potato seeds that have not yet been destroyed.
