Reborn in 1990: Spoiling My Wife, Doting on My Daughter, and Farming to Support the Family

Xu Ping died with his eyes open, weighed down by the deepest regret of his life.

He was reborn thirty years earlier, on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.

When he opened his eyes, his daughter was still a little girl, and his wife was pregnant.

Their earthen house was cramped, and their heating stove was worn out.

The end of the year was fast approaching, but they had no grain to spare and no pig to slaughter. The people around them looked down on them and trampled them into the dirt.

Xu Ping quit gambling and drinking, worked from dawn to dusk, and convinced his wife, children, and elderly mother that he had truly turned over a new leaf.

During that one bitterly cold month, he made exhausting trips to the provincial capital to buy wholesale goods, then sold them at market for a profit.

On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, he drove home in a brand-new Lantuo three-wheeled truck, leaving the entire village stunned.

He looked after his wife and children and took care of the household. He built the village’s first plastic greenhouse to grow vegetables, earning over ten thousand yuan from a single mu of land.

He built the finest brick house in the village.

Then he got a Haojue motorcycle, then a Dongfeng heavy truck, and soon a Santana sedan was parked at his gate.

The villagers could no longer sit still.

“Ping, I want to learn how to grow greenhouse vegetables and make ten thousand yuan per mu, too.”

“Uncle Ping, I want to learn to drive a truck on long-distance routes, too.”

“Nephew Ping, I want to work with you on construction projects and make big money, too.”

Xu Ping sneered. “When I was down on my luck, you looked down on me and mocked me. Now that I’m successful, who are you?”