Lin Yue was literally angered to death.
At thirty, he was worth over a hundred million, yet the house, car, and shares were all in his wife's name. Then he caught his wife, Zhao Ni, in bed with her business partner. She slapped a divorce agreement in his face, he suffered a heart attack and collapsed. The last thing he heard was her cold voice: “Leave him. Call 120 first.”
When he opened his eyes again, he was reborn.
In the Great Yan Dynasty, the original owner of his body in Kaoshan Village was also named Lin Yue. At fifteen, he had lost his sight saving his fiancée, Zhao Ni. Three days ago, Zhao Ni had broken off their engagement in public, tossing their marriage contract in his face. “I'd marry a butcher before I'd marry a blind man.”
The original owner had hanged himself. Two lifetimes, a woman with the same name, and the same betrayal.
A spirit-farm space awakened. It held one mu of spirit farmland, and its spirit spring produced three drops a day. In ninety days, his sight would return.
There was no food at home. His father had gone into the mountains and hadn't come back, and his mother had cried until her eyes were ruined. Feeling his way around in the dark, he took sweet potatoes from the space, and the whole family ate their fill.
Three drops of spirit spring went into his eyes, and the first ray of light appeared in the darkness.
He felt his way through the dark, turning the soil and planting sweet potatoes. Shi Hu stamped his feet in frustration, while Aunt Yang curled her lip and sneered. “What can a blind man do with a field? The Lin family is finished.”
On the fifteenth day, he saw his mother's face. On the thirtieth day, he could make out clear shapes within five feet. He sold medicinal herbs from the space to an apothecary and earned his first silver. The shopkeeper's hands trembled. “Even wild ginseng can't compare to this quality!”
At Zhao Shijie's wedding, he presented a top-grade wild ginseng cultivated with spirit spring water. The whole room erupted in astonishment, while Zhou Cui gripped her bridal veil tightly in the wedding chamber.
When spring arrived, he watered the fields with spirit spring water. The sweet potatoes grew as big as washbasins, and each cabbage weighed ten jin. The whole village was in an uproar.
On the morning of the ninetieth day, he opened his eyes. The dewdrops on the willow leaves were crystal clear.
He stood in the courtyard, looking at the world he had recreated with his own hands.
