Zhao Weidong was reborn beneath the Greater Khingan Mountains, back in Zhao Family Village in 1978.
In his previous life, his whole family had doted on him. His grandparents indulged him, his mother favored him, and his big brother would risk his life to protect him.
His big brother broke his spine and was left half-paralyzed on the kang while trying to scrape together his bride price. His mother cried herself blind, and the whole family went hungry, their ribs showing through their skin.
He spent his life as a loser, raising a beloved son for more than a decade, only to learn in the end that the boy was someone else's child.
As he lay dying, the boy stood in the snow, watching him get beaten until his mouth was covered in blood, and drawled, "Uncle, my father's surname is Wang. What are you to me?"
This time, back with a hunting support System, all he wanted was to protect his family and make sure there was meat at every meal.
The System's storage held wild ginseng, deer antlers, bear gall, and tiger bones. Its information points could be exchanged for the locations of game throughout the Greater Khingan Mountains.
The blizzard was blowing, and the wolves in the mountains were starving.
Zhao Weidong slung the old bow his grandfather had left him over his shoulder, tucked a woodcutter's knife into his belt, and stepped into snow that buried his ankles.
There were roe deer tracks in the snow, as well as human footprints.
Some wanted to take advantage of his family, some were scheming against his big brother, and others wanted to snatch food right out of his mouth.
Zhao Weidong simply smiled and wiped the edge of his knife.
In the old forests of the Northeast, you could bury someone and come spring, not even their bones would be found.
From hunting in the mountains to becoming a ten-thousand-yuan household, and from there to riding the wave of reform and opening up.
In this life, he would earn back everything he owed from his previous one, and then some!
🍭🍬🍭 🌹All actions are impermanent. All dharmas have no self. Nirvana is silent. 🌹Contemplating the body is the body, contemplating the mind is the mind, contemplating the feelings is the feeling, and contemplating the Dharma is the Dharma. 🌹Contemplate the impurity of the body, the impermanence of the mind, the suffering of feelings, and the non-self of the Dharma.
The Rebirth of the Green Cowardly Turtle
It's so beautifully written. Toichiro is in charge of Nishiichiro. What to say next? A strong smell of AI.
Encourage!
Very nice to listen to
Very pretty!
Very pretty! Good luck
It's quite thrilling and beautiful.
Very well written...
The number of words is too small, let's save it first, the beginning is okay