Huaxia Kingdom, a border land in southern Xinjiang, is a poor rural village in the mountains where birds don't poop, called Shiyi Village.

In autumn, when the breeze blows through a golden bud valley, the village of Shiyi, surrounded by mountains, is located in the standard karst terrain and surrounded by mountains.

Deep in the bud field, the towering bud valley is full of fruit, the corn whiskers are about to wither, and the corn cob is thick.

Zhang Daman sweated like rain, his dark and shiny skin, in this bud valley, while breaking the corn cob, he glanced at the spring flowers with a side face, and a strange thought poured into his mind, no, where is this?

This bud valley, this mountain peak, this dilapidated environment, a bit as gray as an old movie!

Shiyi Village?

Isn't it already 2018? The village has already been opened to a concrete road?

Isn't this woman called "Chunhua" Li Chunhua, a widow from Shiyi Village......? Breaking corn on the cob in the bud valley?

Nima, where is this?

After looking at the spring flowers, although she was thirty years old, her husband had died and she had become a widow, but she was still smart, plump and plump, and she looked like a typical rural woman.

"Baba!"

Zhang Daman just wanted to step forward and ask Li Chunhua, what happened, did he feel that his calves and pants were being dragged by something, or did he call himself "poop" sweetly?

When did I have a son? Didn't Luo Yuhong's mother-in-law dislike Lao Tzu for being poor and unproductive, and ran away with other men?

What kind of evil did I Zhang Daman create?

Zhang Daman glanced down, who is this little brat? It is so familiar, so familiar that it makes Zhang Daman confused.

Yes, that's right!

This little bit is his childhood appearance, and he was not called Zhang Daman at that time, but Zhang Xiaoman!

"Baba, why are we helping Aunt Li break the corn cob?"

The little boy blinked, looked at Zhang Daman, and asked curiously.

Faint!

How do I know? You ask me, who do I ask?

Zhang Daman almost didn't burp, "Eh, Chunhua, who is this kid?"

He adjusted his mood slightly, turned his head to look at Li Chunhua, who was constantly breaking corn on the cob, and asked suspiciously.

Li Chunhua laughed out loud, "Zhang Daman, aren't you a girl? He's your son Zhang Xiaoman!"

As she spoke, she laughed a few times, and then continued charmingly, "Didn't you say in the village that you wanted to take your son and marry me?

Holding a grass, he? Zhang Xiaoman, his childhood self, became his own son?

"Wait, Chunhua, what time is it?" Zhang Daman felt a mess in his head, and he felt that the world had changed.

"It's past six o'clock in the evening!"

"No, what age is it?" Zhang Daman took a deep breath, it stands to reason that he is unlikely to be in Shiyi Village at this time, didn't he rely on hard work, under the guise of "knowledge changes fate", walked out of Shiyi Village, and created an awesome agricultural empire?

What's going on? Why did you go back to Shiyi Village?

Li Chunhua glanced at Zhang Daman, "Are you breaking the corn cob too hard and breaking your head, it's 92 years now!"

92 years?

And fucking reborn into two selves, a farmer breaking corn cobs in the bud valley, and a childhood self who became his own son?

The rebirth of real blood!

"Baba, you haven't answered me yet, why are we helping Aunt Li break the corn cob?" Zhang Xiaoman dragged Zhang Daman's trousers, flashing his bright eyes unrelentingly, and asked.

Zhang Daman's heart sank to the bottom of the sea for 20,000 miles, this Nima is really fucked up, Lao Tzu spent a lot of effort, and finally got out of Shiyi Village, who knows, a rebirth, beat himself back to his original form, it is really called rebirth back to before liberation!

What to do, to survive or to perish?

In this life, such a poor mountain and bad water, all kinds of causes and effects in the previous life should be broken!

"I'm happy, I like it!" Zhang Daman had to accept the facts, and replied to Zhang Xiaoman angrily.

"Eh, Daman, why are you murdering your son, aren't you bragging? What's wrong?" Li Chunhua blamed.

Zhang Daman muttered to himself, "It's broken, it's broken!"

If it is 1992, it is another spring, and a certain bigwig wrote a poem on the shore of the South China Sea, and the spring breeze of reform and opening up has been blowing in all directions towards China since 1979.

"What's broken?" Li Chunhua looked at Zhang Daman suspiciously, "Eh, I can count on you, don't regret it." ”

Zhang Daman's heart was in a mess, and he didn't figure out what was going on, "I...... I regret it!"

"Baba, when are we going back, Xiaoman is hungry!" Zhang Xiaoman tugged at Zhang Daman's trousers again, and called out sweetly.

Zhang Daman clenched his fists, in 1992, the story of that spring, I Zhang Daman came back.

In this life, I will not be a good citizen of a shrunken turtle, poor mountains and bad waters, and Lao Tzu will be a bad man.

Thinking about it, this childhood self has become his own son, as his own father, he can't treat him badly!

In his previous life, he suffered too much, and in this life, he can't suffer anymore - his son Zhang Xiaoman.

What village bully, what village tyrant, what village gang...... hell!

However, Zhang Daman thought about it, and he also thought it was funny, he was reborn thousands of times, and he was reborn like this, but it is rare to meet in a hundred years.

Reborn as one's own son, reborn as one's own son.

Can this Nima fuck up a little more?

When I think of 1992, it was a time of great reconstruction, a golden age.

Since the thief God let Lao Tzu live again, he will never live up to this gift and let himself live a different and wonderful life.

Why not be a Diao Min who is loved and hated by the world?

The grasp of future information is Zhang Daman's most important capital, how to use these known information to weave a better future, out of a different way of Diao Min.

Those who have been humiliated, those who have looked down on themselves, must be redoubled.

He slowly squatted down, holding Zhang Xiaoman's face with both hands, he was so good-looking, his childhood self was really the first handsome in Shiyi Village.

The years are really a carving knife, and it almost made Lao Tzu crippled.

"Xiaoman, what do you want to eat at night?" Zhang Daman thought to himself, this is not those tadpole-like descendants, but a real son, and moreover, he is still his childhood self, treating Zhang Xiaoman well is equivalent to treating himself well. That's not a tadpole that can be wiped off with a few wipes of a paper towel.