Reborn, I Counterattacked by Selling Chili Peppers

Wang Chen woke up due to the pungent smell of chili peppers. It was not the wilted dried chili peppers on the supermarket shelves, but fresh chili peppers that had just been picked and had a dewy and earthy smell. The spiciness and moisture penetrated his nose, choking him and making him cough. He opened his eyes suddenly and saw green patches in front of him - short pepper plants with shiny leaves and green, red, half-green and half-red peppers hanging on the branches, like strings of small lanterns. He still held a half-rotten red pepper in his hand, and the juice flowed to his wrist, making it sticky. "Chen Wazi! Why are you so stunned? The sun is almost hitting your head, pick it quickly!" A familiar voice came from behind. Wang Chen stiffened his neck and turned around. He saw his mother, Li Guilan, carrying a bamboo basket on her back. Her trousers were rolled up to her knees, her legs were stained with mud, her hair was tied up with an old towel, and her forehead was covered with sweat. This was how his mother looked when she was forty years old, not when she was lying on the hospital bed and was so thin that there was only a handful of bones left. He subconsciously touched his face. His skin was tanned and rough, not the sickly pale color after chemotherapy in his previous life. Looking down at his body again, he was wearing a blue cloth jacket that had been washed white. The cuffs were frayed and there were patches on the knees of his trousers - this was his outfit when he was twenty. Wang Chen's heart was beating wildly. He staggered to the edge of the field, squatted down, and looked at his reflection in the water: dark and thin, but his eyes were frighteningly bright, without the numbness and despair that he later felt. He raised his hand and patted the water. The cold touch came to him. It was not a dream. He's really back. Back in the summer of 2012, in Wangjia Village, Meitan County, his family had an acre of chili pepper land.