Finally, the longed-for time travel, farming? Doing business? Nothing less.
But how can this body, which is not as high as the stove, be broken?
Tian Xiaoqi was gnawing on the chewy mixed flour pancake while struggling.
The best grandma yelled: "Eat, eat, eat, the pigs are still eating even though they have nothing to eat! Hurry up and kill the pigs!" Tian Xiaoqi quickly grabbed a broken sickle and escaped out the door.
"Ah~~~~~Damn it, girl! Where are you going? Run and die!" The shrill-voiced sister-in-law's big slap made Tian Xiaoqi feel like the world was spinning.
My mother's eyes were red and she didn't dare to plead for mercy. My father was an honest farmer, and he always believed that his parents' destiny was greater than God's. . .
Look at how little Tian Qi has climbed up and down, walked firmly, and grown from a bitter weed to a wealthy country.