My name is Li Mugen, and my nickname is Mu Dun'er. In fact, my name was Li Mugen, and I was always called Mu Dun'er, and I didn't have a big name. Li Mugen's name was given by me.

I am a post-70s generation born in a not very remote county in Liaoning, which is quite close to Liaoyang, so let's call it Hengyuan County. My family does not live in the county, but lives in a place called Xiangyang Township under Hengyuan County, which is more remote.

Not far from my house, there is a small stone bridge that spans the banks of the small river. In winter, children can play on the frozen creek under the stone bridge. The dry branches of the trees are covered with snow, and the surface of the river is covered with thick ice, so adults can walk freely on the river. In the spring, the trees pull out new branches and grow tender green leaves, creating a vibrant scene. In the summer, the trees grow lush and the water is so clear that you can see the sand and rocks at the bottom, and you can see fish swimming in the river, and many people go to swim in the river. In autumn, there are some fallen leaves floating in the river, people are busy with the autumn harvest, and the children are left unattended, they play crazy all day long, tireless.

I can say that my hometown is beautiful, and this beauty is natural, just like I am ugly. I'm really embarrassed to look good, according to the words of our hometown, people are stumbling.

It is recognized by everyone that I am stumbling, and some people are beautiful when they were young, and they are getting more and more bumpy when they grow up, or they are not so beautiful. This is what people often call the inferiority. For me, there is no such thing as being inferior at all, I have been inferior since I was born, and it has never changed.

I just can't accept people who weren't very good-looking when they were young, and they become more and more beautiful as they get older. I don't like even those people whose looks are so beautiful that they can change and make them easy for everyone to get close to.

In fact, it's just that my appearance is not welcome, and I can't complain about anyone by nature, but my life is not good.

My father and mother are both surnamed Li, and my mother is a farmer, and she is still a farmer. But it's no longer an ordinary farmer, it's a farmer's wife. It can also be said that she is a farmer because her husband died.

In addition to giving birth to me, my mother gave birth to another daughter. This younger sister of mine went to college in China, and she was born to her dead husband (which can be understood as a dead husband) after my mother went to New Zealand.

Although this sister is a New Zealand citizen, she can speak Chinese well, better than my other sister from my father's house. It's no wonder that the father of my New Zealand sister, who was the husband my mother and my dad found after their divorce, is from Taiwan Province, China. Children born to two Chinese-speaking parents, Chinese must be passable. My father, Lao Li Tou'er, is now in Zambia, Africa, and he gave birth to my sister with a local in Zambia.

I would like to insert here that compared with Zambia and Northeast China, Zambia has only two seasons, the dry season and the rainy season. The rainy season is like autumn in China, and the temperature is around 20 degrees. The weather is dry during the dry season, and the temperature rises slightly to around 30 degrees. At this time, the climate is still very pleasant for the pure Northeast Yinlao Li Tou.

According to my mother's words, Lao Li Tou let that old black girl give Huo Huo. But this is what my mother can say, even if Lao Li is Huo Huo, he himself is willing. As a son, of course, I have to be respectful to others, after all, they are my stepmother, after all, I went to Zambia because they were hospitable, after all, ...... Right.

The sister born to Lao Li Tou and the stepmother of the old black ladies is not very similar to Chinese. This black sister of mine has a light skin tone in them, but compared to the skin color of the Chinese, it is still quite dark. She inherited the strong African genes of the old black stepmother, which is a bit like the toughness of the Northeasterners.

Don't say it, African women are resistant, and they can still give birth to children when they are almost fifty. This slightly smoked sister not only inherited the genes of the old black stepmother, but also inherited her accent. Originally, I was from the Northeast, so I couldn't speak Mandarin well, and Sister Weifu's Mandarin was even worse. Her badness and mine's badness are two completely different bads, and this is really not an accent thing. She usually doesn't communicate with Lao Li Tou, and it is even more difficult for her Chinese to grow. In fact, even if she wants to communicate with Lao Li Tou now, it is unlikely, because Lao Li Tou's English is surprisingly poor. I'm much better at this than my dad, and I can still use English to remedy it when I can't figure it out to her. This speaks volumes about the importance of foreign languages.

Lao Li Tou's family also has his own Chinese circle, and he can live happily just by speaking Chinese.

Ay! Let's talk about them later. Let's finish this chapter first.

The origin of my name is indeed quite tortuous. First of all, let's talk about the origin of my nickname "Mu Dun'er" (I try to write as bizarre as possible, not bizarre and faceless).

When I was a child, not only did I stumble, but I also spoke late. I was more than half a year later than a normal child, but I could barely speak, and I couldn't speak very clearly.

Seeing that other children could say some simple words, but I still couldn't babble clearly, Lao Li was anxious. The manifestation of his impatience is to lose his temper, and if he loses his temper, he will quarrel with people (mainly with Mrs. Li), and there is only one conclusion to the quarrel, they have always thought that I have a problem with my IQ.

Lao Li Tou also has his own reasons for thinking so, he thinks that I am not his own child, so my intelligence is not good. What's even more infuriating is that Mrs. Li can't tell whether I am Lao Li's seed or not, and the reason why I can't tell is that I am too stumbling and can't see it.

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"You say he's stupid, he looks like a fucking wooden stump."

"This is your son, he is what you say he is."

I picked up this fragment of their quarrel because from this day on, my name was Mudun.

Lao Li Tou works in a state-owned enterprise, it seems to be some kind of refractory factory, he goes out early and returns late one day, and I don't know much about what he does until now, anyway, he goes to work and gets off work.

Mrs. Li was a farmer, a landed farmer. Lao Li Tou is a worker, a poor jingle worker. Lao Li Tou married Mrs. Li because Mrs. Li was a farmer with a house and land. The deeper reason is that Mrs. Li is beautiful, not ordinary beauty, but gray beauty.

We have all kinds of markets here, what is every Wednesday there is Dongxiang market, the fifteenth day of the new year there is Beizhuang market or something. When Lao Li went to work, Mrs. Li took me to various markets to sell some fruits and vegetables, and exchanged what I couldn't eat for money. Our markets are also divided into large and small markets. The thing happened when Mrs. Li took me to the market to sell goods, and that day was a big market once a half month.

Anyway, it was a day in the early spring of 76, (in fact, I don't remember if it was 76) my mother took me to the market. I was four and a half years old at the time, and I still had to understand things somewhat. I vaguely remember my mom letting me sit on the beam of my bicycle with her in my arms, and on the back seat of the bike was what she was selling.

When selling at the bazaar, always be wary of the bazaar managers. At that time, it seemed that everything could not be sold casually, and the people in charge of the market had to run away when they came, and sometimes they didn't even want anything, but there were those things anyway. The important thing is that people can't be caught, and if people are caught, the nature of things is different.

It was during the market that my mother lost me. It's not a matter of once or twice that I've been lost, it's because I've been so stumbling that I can always get it back if I've lost it before. But this time is different, I lost it for three years before I was found, and it was not they who took the initiative to find it, but the Public Security Bureau sent it back to me.

If you ask me where I went in those years, I was also blindsided. I'm such a young child, where do I know where I was deceived? Later, I learned that I was taken away by a group of Taoist priests.

You may think: I must have had some adventures in those years. Just like when you read martial arts novels, doesn't the protagonist always have some adventures, meet some masters, get some true legends, or get some treasures? I can tell you responsibly that I didn't meet any masters, didn't have any cheats, and didn't learn much.

I want to say that I have lived a little bit in those years, but there are a few times when I can remember that I was about to end and struggled back to the warm world.

One had a high fever, one was bitten by a snake, and at least three or four times were poisoned by eating. In particular, I was poisoned after I was six years old, because I was already able to remember things by then.

I'm sure I was kidnapped by a Taoist priest who was selling medicine at the market that day. They took me to where they lived, probably in a mountain near our house, and there was a Taoist temple in that mountain, and that Taoist temple was called "Dripping Water Temple."

I went there again with my mom, who hadn't been to New Zealand yet. There are still many Taoist priests there. When I went with my mother, I was still a little scared, and when I saw those Taoist priests, I lowered my head and didn't dare to speak, for fear that they would recognize me. But then I thought about it, even if they recognized me, what could they do, could they bring me back to them to be a Taoist priest? To say that I am still very close to the Taoist priest, the story of me and the Taoist priest will be there after I go to junior high school.

In my vague memory, it felt like I was being guarded by two little Taoist priests after I was brought back. I don't know if they were Taoist priests at that time, whether they had Taoist qualifications or not, and I can't possibly know. Anyway, I'm not a Taoist priest, and I never wanted to be like them.

The two little Taoists seem to be five or six years older than me, so let's call them good Taoists and bad Taoists here. Bad Taoists don't treat me well, but good Taoists treat me so badly.

Before I came here, their main tasks were to do chores and herd sheep, and they also got up in the morning to go to practice boxing with their master and brother. I also practiced boxing with them later, and I think I practiced much better than them, and I am still practicing boxing, whether the master once taught me, whether the movements are out of shape I don't know.

They don't like to work, and they don't like to practice. Tired of work, not only tired of boxing, but also beaten by the master, relatively not too tired is to herd sheep. Don't ask me why the Taoist priests raise sheep, I herded the sheep for the Taoist priests for three years, and in the end they were arrested, and I didn't know the answer to that question.

My arrival seems to have brought some trouble to the good and bad Taoists, but in fact, I have brought them more fun.