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Bang! " A violent impact came from his back. Lin Feng's vision went dark and he almost fell to the ground. The half bag of flour he was holding tightly in his arms was instantly snatched away by a rough hand. "Little beast! Your parents died a long time ago and you didn't teach you the rules, right? " Vitriolic curses blasted in her ears. Mrs. Jia Zhang held the bucket with her arms crossed, her face squeezed into a ball with greed, and weighed the flour in her arms. She grinned from the corner of her mouth to her ears: "This half bag of flour, treat it as your filial piety to my Dongxu. If you know how to behave, stay away, or I will break your legs!" " Lin Feng's mind was buzzing, and countless memories that did not belong to him poured in crazily-- In 1958, in the family home of the steel rolling mill in Beijing, he was Lin Feng, an eighteen-year-old apprentice from the steel rolling mill who had both died. He was as cowardly as a mouse and could be bullied by anyone in the home. And he was Lin Feng, a social animal from the 21st century. He died suddenly after staying up late to catch up on a plan. When he opened his eyes, he was the unlucky guy who had been robbed of food by the Jia Zhang family and was kicked!