The 32-year-old Dachang commissary suddenly died and was reborn. He returned to the dilapidated house in Shitou Village where even the door panels were removed by the creditor.
Bind to the national reward system - there are 300 people in the village, each person will give me one yuan a day.
Village tyrant Zhao Youcai blocked the door and slapped the IOU on the table: "Thirty thousand yuan within three days."
I don't even have thirty dollars in my pocket.
I helped Grandma Wang fix her leaky roof, and she became the first person to recognize me. The system rang.
Roads have been built, Internet access has been established, and young people are starting to come back.
A year later, Zhao Youcai worked at my construction site and received a daily salary of 120 yuan.
He squatted on the newly repaired concrete roadside and handed me a cigarette.
"Lin Mo, don't leave."
I looked at the system panel - the number of people who approved of me had increased from 300 to 300,000.
But the system just popped up a prompt that I had never seen before.
"Non-jurisdictional endorsement signal detected. Source: Unknown."
I looked up. At the end of this road is the county seat, the city, and the unknown world further away.
No matter how far you go, the starting point will always be this dilapidated house and the IOU with red fingerprints on it.
---
