The rain in June seemed to soak the yellow mud roads in Shanling City into paste.
Mighty Goose squatted in the dilapidated temple at the foot of the city, staring at the worn-out cloth shoes on his feet, doubting life for the nth time. Three days ago, he was still entering the order number on the computer at the express delivery station. Outside the window was the pouring rain of 2023. Amidst the lightning and thunder, he seemed to be tripped by something. When he opened his eyes again, he looked like this - wearing a short coat of coarse cloth, with a sallow face and skinny muscles. In his arms, he held half a piece of dry wheat cake and a wooden sign that read "Refugees are strong goose".
"Mighty Goose..." He muttered the name in a low voice, and the corners of his mouth twitched. In his previous life, his parents wanted to save trouble and named him "Qiang Qiang", but his colleagues always called him "Qiang Qiang". Unexpectedly, after traveling through time, even his name carries the smell of express delivery that I can't get rid of.
