Pull open the snow-covered door and face a world of ice and snow in front of you.

He thought he was hallucinating.

Boldly went out of the house, stepped on it, and the thick snow buried his knees.

Standing on an open road, there are long rows of low houses on the left and right, and then look into the distance, and the forest can not be seen.

He patted his face, and at first he was not strong enough, he never woke up from his dream, and the scene did not change.

Without hesitation at all, he raised his arm to his face and snapped, this time it was ruthless enough.

"Ouch...."

It hurts.

A cold wind blowing with snowflakes blew, shivering all over, and looking down at the upper half of the old gray cotton jacket, he realized that this did not seem to be a dream.

Crossed?

If it's fake, he hopes it's true, and if it's true, that's great.....

Looking back at the house I had just come out of, it was just a one-man tall hut, with a tall chimney bubbling outside, and a thick layer of snow around it.

It was cold, it was biting cold, and the more he shivered, the harder it was to hide his excitement.

Let's make the storm more violent!

His stomach grunted for a while, and he couldn't remember how many years he hadn't felt this way.

A vegetative person who had been doing it for many years and had no swallowing function once again experienced the feeling of hunger, and tears came down in such an instant.

I'm still alive, I'm really alive. It's true!

When he was hungry, he had to eat, so he didn't think about anything else for the time being, and in a small room, he searched from the drawer to the bottom of the bed, and only scraped out two or two meters from the bottom of the tank.

At the door, he grabbed two handfuls of snow and wiped the bottom of the rusty pot, chiseled the ice in the water tank, and added water and rice to the pot.

The wheat straw was so damp that it took two matches to light it, and in a trance, the thick and hard wood was drawn.

The chimney was tightly blocked by snow and returned to smoke.

After a while, the small room was filled with smoke and choked, and he had to open the door again.

The cold wind poured in again, and all the smoke swirled around the house.

No matter what happened in front of him, he couldn't stop his desire for satiety.

Before the millet porridge could roll a few times, he got out of the pot, filled the large porcelain bowl with a gap, and drank it while blowing.

He couldn't stand the temptation of the scent.

"It's so nice...."

This would give him time to carefully comb through the memories in his head.

What is certain is that he crossed over.

In his last life, he was called Ji Mo, and in this life, he is still called Ji Mo, his ancestral home is Dadongling Forest, and he is located in the ancient town at the northern end of Beiling Province - the legendary Sanzhi Zone.

He has no father or mother, and has a married older brother who works as a worker in a panel processing factory in An San City, North-Ridge Province.

There is also an older sister who is married to a horse dealer in Ansan City.

With the help of his elder brother, he barely completed his junior high school studies, but his grades were really average, not top-notch, and his family background was poor, so he couldn't continue.

In this life, this may be the highest education.

The tighter the sticky, wet quilt hugged, the colder he became.

"Hey, are you starving?" and with a rough voice, a stout boy in a big black jacket stood in the doorway.

"He Zhen...."

Subconsciously, Ji Mo called out the name of this big man.

This is his classmates from elementary school to junior high school, and he is very familiar with it.

Although my academic performance is not good, I have the opportunity to go to high school because of my family's good conditions.

"Yo, it's not bad, do you know that you cook porridge?"

After He Zhen lifted the lid of the pot, he measured Ji Mo's forehead with the back of his broad hand, and said with a smile, "Look at you like this, I thought you had a cold."

How's it going, okay?"

"I'm fine, but my head hurts a little, why do you have time to come?

Ji Mo tried to sit up straight, leaning against the mottled wall, and spoke carefully, trying not to let the other party see his abnormality.

"It's cold now, and schools won't be open for the time being.

Cat's house first, wait for it to warm up before leaving, there's nothing to worry about. ”

He Zhen took out a banknote from his pocket, handed it over and said, "This is ten yuan, you take it first, and then find a way after it is missing." ”

"Thank you, that's enough, I'll save some money. ”

Ji Mo took the money in his hand without hesitation, and he didn't have any memory of having a deposit in his head.

You can't starve to death on the first day of time-traveling, right?

Rubbing the banknote in his hand, made of kraft paper, he was sure of that.

The Arabic numeral "10" is written in the upper right corner, and the lower left corner is Northridge Bank.

In the middle is a portrait of a short-haired young man in a military uniform, heroic.

If the memory is not wrong again, this young man is the North Ridge General Lishan, who was born recklessly and became the biggest warlord in the north by his own ability.

However, since Lishan's death, the general has paid for not complying with the family planning policy, and nine of his twenty-seven children, each of whom are not convinced, have renewed disputes over inheritance, and have launched a life-and-death decisive battle in the remote corner of Beiling.

In the end, the winner was the third son, Liang.

For his brothers and sisters, he was not merciful at all, and they slaughtered cleanly.

It is said that it is possible to hurt Tianhe, and the harem is weak for three thousand, and he works hard every day, but he only gets one daughter.

It is today's Northridge General Limo.

Checkmate?

Thinking of this, his head was a little confused.

Many things are the same as the original world, but there are many differences.

The more I think about it, the more my head hurts, so let's think of it as a low-profile version of the earth.

It's a happy thing to be alive.

I want to be a vegetative person in my last life, and I have been lying in a single hospital bed for two years, but my brain is sober and conscious, which is the most uncomfortable, and I can't die.

How good it is now, oops, my little hands and arms are so flexible, so smooth, and I didn't get frostbite in such bad weather.

Look at the slender legs again, not bad.

Hundreds of percent of the explosion is just a few hundred percent away from a flawless face.

The more I think about it, the more beautiful it becomes. Laughed out of a pig cry.

"Hey, you're not in the right head, are you?"

He Zhen shook his hand in front of him, and Ji Mo behaved too weirdly.

He had to worry.

"Okay, you don't have to worry. ”

Ji Mo didn't care about the goodbye hand.

He Zhen flipped over the rice jar again, and said with a smile, "I'll get you some more rice from home?"

"Don't," Ji Mo waved his hand weakly, "You will be scolded by your mother again."

The ten yuan you gave me to go back and buy some rice is estimated to last for a while.

You don't care. ”

In my memory, the ancient town of Sugu is mostly mountains and forests, vast and vast, and no one has ever known where his border to the north is.

There is no shortage of land, and there is fertile black soil everywhere.

As long as you are diligent, open up more wasteland, and don't worry about growing grain, basically every family is a landlord.