Reborn as a Farmhouse, Starting with a Broken Bowl

The morning light was dim, and a few wisps of blue smoke seeped out from the thatched roof of the dilapidated earthen house. Li Ji, who was curled up in the corner of the earthen bed, suddenly opened his eyes and saw wooden beams covered with cobwebs. Three or five skinny chickens were eating in the courtyard, and the winding field ridges outside the bamboo fence were submerged in the mist. A young man with a dusty face walked across the threshold carrying a stoneware bowl: "Brother, the medicine is ready."