Reborn in 1965, Li Fei opened his eyes to find no grand ambitions waiting for him, only a mud-brick house with bare walls and a bowl of wild greens soup on the table so thin he could see his reflection in it.
In his previous life, he had gambled away everything. His gentle, virtuous wife, Zhang Ying, had carried their one-year-old daughter, Li Wan'er, and jumped into the river in despair during the bitter winter. In this life, he had just one goal: to spoil those two until they wanted for nothing!
As famine swept the land in clouds of yellow sand, others gnawed on tree bark and drank watery gruel. Li Fei, however, put his knowledge from thirty years in the future and his sheer grit to work, climbing mountains and crossing rivers.
While the villagers grew gaunt and sallow, the aroma of braised pork drifted from Li Fei's home.
Zhang Ying went from fearful and wary to rosy-cheeked and well-fed. Little Wan'er went from a skinny bean sprout to a chubby toddler, always clutching a piece of meat.
In this life, Li Fei swore that even if he had to punch a hole in the sky, he would make sure the mother and daughter ate meat at every meal and never suffered the slightest hardship again.
Come on, author, come on, come on
Hope to see the ending. ?????
Good luck to the author of the super beautiful work.
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