Qi Lin traveled back in time to the 1960s and became a scrap sorter. He had two five-year-old twin sons. At the beginning, the Jia Zhang family blocked the door and robbed him of his room.
Fortunately, the "Magic Pill Defense Breaking System" has been awakened. The system does not have complicated values. As long as the protagonist is more cowardly and gives in, and the twin sons retaliate more fiercely, the higher the material multiplier will be!
So Qi Lin moved out of Xiaomazar and said, "You can occupy the house as you wish, and I will make room for you."
Mrs. Jia Zhang laughed proudly and just stepped in. Her five-year-old son picked up a big shovel that was taller than a person with one hand and knocked her half a meter away with one blow, causing her to eat a mouthful of mud.
Jia Dongxu wanted to take revenge, but his calf bone was broken with an iron rod; his younger son was even more ruthless. He put out the fire in Jia's house with a soak of boy's urine, and added some "seasoning" to a pot of stick noodle porridge!
"Ding! Trigger ten times the critical hit! Reward fifty pounds of top-quality pork belly! Unite one hundred yuan!"
That night, Qi Lin sat in the house and ate the braised pork that melted in his mouth. He looked at the birds in the yard that were rolling all over the floor in pain and going crazy with greed. He picked up his wine glass with satisfaction.
Everyone thought Qi Lin was a weak persimmon without a seed. It wasn't until the people in the courtyard had their legs broken, their teeth knocked out, and their faith collapsed that they cried and begged: Qi Ancestor, please take care of the child!
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