The Ancient Imperial Examination Life of a Peasant

Chen Zhiwei is dead. When he opened his eyes again, he was curled up in a warm darkness, listening to the heartbeat of a woman. He is a fetus. Fetal wear. There is no system, no golden finger, just the soul of an adult trapped in an unformed body, struggling to move a finger. He listened to his mother crying in the middle of the night because of fear of childbirth, listened to his father clumsily comforting her that "it will be okay," and listened to every preparation the family had made for his arrival. He told himself that he would live a good life in this life. But the night she was born, the sky was full of wind and snow, and my mother fell alone in the yard, her blood staining the snow red—— And there was nothing he could do. A 300,000-word epic of fetal growth, from the womb to the court, from the perspective of a child, it shows the joys and sorrows of a family and the ups and downs of an era.