On the first day when the fool opened his eyes, the clan leader brought people to search the house.
When Shen Tao woke up, he saw his mother kneeling in the mud, digging her fingers into someone else's ankle, and blood oozing from the nails. Father squatted at the door, his face buried in his hands, his shoulders twitching. The patriarch stepped on the threshold and came in, the cigarette stick lit his forehead, like weighing a piece of cargo.
But God lives up to his "travel".
His soul passed through a poor peasant family, and his body remained stupid for twelve years. But what was in my mind were the local chronicles I had read in my previous life, the papers I had written, and everything I had learned from the old farmers in the mountain villages of southern Jiangxi.
He knew which grass on the hillside could be exchanged for money, knew the signs of thunder before a heavy rain, and knew how to open his mouth when Uncle Qi opened the "Three Character Classic".
He can even see what others cannot see - literary luck and white energy.
There is a ray of light on the top of the head of the clan leader, which is about to disappear. But when Uncle Seven taught him how to read, the wisp of white air bent towards him. He then knew that literary fortune could be borrowed, fought for, or seized.
What about poor farmers? So what if I was stupid for twelve years? He relied on knowledge from his previous life to change poverty, and relied on "Wang Qi" to gain fame.
But he can see the secret of heaven, so heaven cannot suppress him.
Silly pig opened his eyes, and the situation was reversed. To hope for luck and gain luck, start by taking the exam to become a scholar.
