Life is always full of accidents, like me. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

They call me: freak.

I didn't think anything was wrong, it was just a nickname, and I wasn't naïve enough to get mad at a bunch of kids. Kids my body age always liked all sorts of weird nicknames. For example, the blacksmith's child "Hammer", the carpenter's child "Lancer", and the hunter's child "Stalker".

In short, it was a group of secondary 2 kids, and they gave me a very recognizable nickname: "Crazy Fist".

The origin of this nickname comes from the fact that on a dark and windy night, two hooligans tried to snatch the only five copper thalers I had earned by helping to move bricks, and they thought that I must be a good bully for such a "child". And then I let them down.

In order to save my money, I hit them on the bridge of the nose with all my might, kicked them in a frenzy, and broke off a little finger.

At that time, this feat was seen by a few children hiding in the grass on the sidelines, and they quickly spread the news throughout the village, so that many adults in the village praised me for my bravery. For a group of bear children who feel that the sky has fallen even if they collide with their parents, this is simply unimaginable, tantamount to a comet impact. So they quickly recognized me as a hero and spread my "prestige" to the next village.

Later, a few children challenged me and then lost, and unlike these children, I was always exercising and learning the art of fighting from the village guards and hunters, and then my prestige was fixed, and I was nicknamed, yes, "Crazy Fist".

Whenever a child in our village is bullied by children from other villages, they come to me for a reason, of course, not for free, at least something to exchange, such as a fish, an egg. Then I'm going to give a bunch of bear kids out of the way.

I'll admit it's pointless, I might as well read two more books and exercise when I have the time, but that's all I can do to keep myself from going hungry.

I'm an orphan, at least the original owner of this body starved to death.

I still remember that rainy night, when the child's soul showed kindness to me, an outsider, and asked me how I had come to be, and then it quickly dissipated because of excessive hunger, which had not been replenished for a long time. As it dissipated, the boy gave me a small gift: the language of the world, and a little common sense, such as which place is the land of which beggar cannot go.

I don't even know the boy's name, he doesn't have any memories left, and I think there should be nothing to be nostalgic about in this world for him. That little wooden shelf house and a large pile of bark was where he died.

For the first two days, I had to steal something to survive, and in order to steal a live chicken, I was chased three miles by a mad dog.

Then I went to this village, and the village chief was a good man, and he was willing to let me settle here, and I had a small thatched hut, although it was a little leaky, but the people of the village helped me fix it.

As usual, I'm doing some carpentry, and the original owner of this body seems to know a little, and the cocoons on my hands make me a lot easier.

"Albert, Albert, are you home, Albert!" "Well, it's the troublesome again.

"Ivan, you whisper to me! I almost destroyed this wood carving with a shake in my hand, what the hell happened!" Ivan looked a little excited: "Come on, man." We need your help!" "What the hell is going on. "It's Jonah the crybaby! He was bullied by two older kids from the next village, even though Jonah didn't look like a man at all... He had some dissatisfaction on his face, but he still had the aura of a general, "But at least he is from our village!

Soon, I was pulled to the source of the incident, the two older children, standing in the open space where the bear children in our village usually played.

When they saw me, the two of them laughed at once: "You are a crazy fist? I thought you were such a powerful character, but it turned out to be a little kid!" "Well, it seems to others that it is, at least my physical age is 11 and they are 14. "Go home and get your milk, we have this open space, or I'll make you look for teeth all over the floor!" they said as they flexed their muscles at me and looked at me with contempt.

"This vacant land has always been ours. "I'm not angry, they're just a little immature. "How do you know? Where's the evidence?"

Well, it seems that it can't be resolved peacefully, and they moved their wrists: "This is all your own doing!"

Dou Da's fist hit me in the face at once, as I thought, as long as a little guidance, it won't hit me, the force of inertia carried him to continue to rush after I dodged, this was a good opportunity, I seized the moment, gently raised his foot, and tripped him to the ground.

The whole process went smoothly and smoothly, these two people had nothing but strength, and the first one to shoot fell straight into the arms of Mother Earth, and then slid another meter under the residual inertia, his face hit the ground, hoping that his nose was okay.

The second guy was slightly better, and I hit him in the nose as he rushed towards me. They ran back crying.

From the beginning to the end of the whole farce, in less than a minute, a group of little kids came out of a few bushes and surrounded me laughing and yelling.

"I knew they weren't the match for Brother Crazy Fist, haha!" "Let them go home and find their mother!" "Now they must know how powerful Crazy Fist is!"

The kids were jumping and making noise, full of pride, as if they had just won a great battle, and they were jumping with me in their arms, and I had to keep making noise with the kids (or at least make myself more gregarious).

When I got home, it was dark, I couldn't do the rest of the work, and I didn't find until I started cooking that the flint was gone. What can I say on an unfortunate day? I can only drill wood to make a fire, or find a neighbor to borrow fire, and the progress of civilization in this world is only in the Middle Ages.

In fact, it is not difficult to drill wood for fire at all, what you need is a small wooden stick that is smooth and will not hurt yourself, and skilled experience.

Today's dinner consisted of: a long piece of black bread hard enough to be used as a hammer, a pot of fish soup, only fish and salt without MSG, mushrooms, onions and garlic. There is also a piece of meat that can be used as a belt, not unpalatable, very unpalatable, but I have become accustomed to it, and the only thing I can do for the current situation is: clean my teeth with more water every morning and evening, don't let the teeth rot, and then get used to it all.

Welcome to Minecraft. I am Albert, 92 years old in soul and 11 years old in body.