Traveling through the 1970s, Chen Jianguo was starved to the point of coma. When he was on the verge of death, he was saved by Su Wanqiu, the beautiful widow of his comrade-in-arms!
Bite! The host's strong will to survive is detected, and the life selection system is activated!
[Option 1: Accept the status quo and live hand to mouth. Reward: Sweet Potato Noodle Steamed Bun x2]
[Option 2: Change your fate against the will of heaven, my fate is up to me. Reward: Novice gift pack x1]
"You still have to choose? I choose two!"
Successful selection! Congratulations to the host for obtaining: God-level slingshot skills! Strength +5! 10 Pounds of Northeast rice!
The village bully comes to grab porridge? Sorry, a stone shot broke your hand tendons!
Bite! Suppression by public power is detected, and life choices begin!
[Option 2: Take advantage of the plan and execute him publicly to avoid future troubles! Reward: [Disposable Bad Luck Charm] x1!
In the blink of an eye, the arrogant cadre bowed and apologized in public, fell to the ground when he went out, and fell headlong into a pile of fresh chicken excrement! The whole village laughed like crazy!
Bite! Major development opportunities are detected, and life choices are opened!
[Option 2: Repair scrapped agricultural machinery and control the lifeblood of the village! Reward: [God-level fitter technology]!
Starting from a broken slingshot, to rubbing farm machinery with hands, to [divine level medical skills] saving a beautiful educated youth...
Chen Jianguo smiled as he looked at the series of incredible rewards in the system panel.
In this barren era, he is the only god with a life choice system!
Reader comments
I can barely read it without thinking. By the way, have you ever seen someone using an 80-pound sledgehammer to strike iron? Is this the time when writing has become a high-level writing?
I found several periodicals, and most of them were written by people who didn't understand that era or the countryside. Even basic common sense is wrong
I can barely read it without thinking. By the way, have you ever seen someone using an 80-pound sledgehammer to strike iron? Is this the time when writing has become a high-level writing? I found several periodicals, and most of them were written by people who didn't understand that era or the countryside. Even basic common sense is wrong