Chapter 1: Lin Xing

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With a yawn, Lin Xing opened his eyes.

The quilt on his body was blackened, and the musty smell made him frown.

The morning light was dim, and the small mountain village was awakened by the sound of roosters crowing one after another, and Lin Xing also sat up from the hard wooden bed.

In the corner of the dark shed, cobwebs were entangled, and an unknown insect was tied up strongly, still struggling hard.

The family is surrounded by walls, and Lin Xing sighed.

He was reincarnated into this world with his memories. The world in his memory is full of high-rise buildings, developed technology, convenient travel, and abundant medical resources, and it is precisely with the comparison of his previous life that Lin Xing has a deeper sense of cruelty to this world.

Lack of clothes is not just an idiom, there are many families of four in the village, and they can only make up two sets of clothes.

There is no food for half a year in the year, and you can only live in a thatched hut, but whenever the wind and rain are a little stronger, the shed is overturned, and if you are drenched in a rain, you may lose your life if you are caught in the wind and cold.

As for traveling, I can only rely on two legs.

A few ploughing cattle are the lifeblood of the farmers in the village, and they are more expensive than people, and it is wishful thinking to take an ox cart.

The nearest county seat is 800 miles away, and only two of the old people in the village have been there, and they have only followed the passing caravan back and forth, and they have been blowing in the village for half their lives.

The people's livelihood is simple, after all, everyone has the same surname, plus they have to report to the group for warmth, and most of the people in the village are of the same mind.

According to Lin Xing's statistics, there are a total of 87 people in this small mountain village that does not even have a name, and the average life expectancy is less than 40 years old.

This also excludes children who died young, village women who had difficult births, and unlucky people who died of various diseases.

Yes, unlucky bastard.

Even the most common wind chill here is fatal, after all, there is not even a barefoot doctor in the village.

If you are sick, you can only consider yourself unlucky.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

"Tiegen, are you up?"

Next door lived the second uncle of Lin Xing's family, banging on the door.

Looking at the dangling door panel, Lin Xingsheng was afraid that it would be smashed down by the second uncle, after all, this kind of thing had happened several times.

"Second uncle, it's up."

Lin Xing hurriedly replied.

Tiegen is his nickname, in fact, he did not have a big name before, because no one is literate, the young people in the village, until the age of twenty, will not name themselves, until the age of twenty only have a nickname.

Putting on a short brown, tying the hemp pants tightly around his waist with hemp rope, and tying straw sandals, Lin Xing got up and stood up.

At the age of fourteen, he was short in stature, his father died of illness half a year ago, and he was also ill after his father's death.

The previous Lin Xing, disturbed by the memories of his previous life, had a messy life, and I don't know how much my father and mother had to worry about.

Lin Xing had not graduated from college in his previous life, and his family ran a pharmacy, and he had also learned some Chinese medicine pathologies under his ears and eyes, and after figuring out that he was just a more severe cold, he was finally cured.

Open the door and let the second uncle in.

The second uncle is Chinese New Year's Eve years old today, with a short and thick body, a face full of meat, carrying a hunting bow on his back, holding a short spear, and a sharp axe at his waist, and he looks like a bandit, and is actually one of the few hunters in the village.

As soon as the second uncle entered the door, he hurriedly spoke: "Tiegen, let's hurry up and enter the mountain, I heard Hei Ye call last night, our trap must have hunted something!" ”

Hei Ye, it's a wild boar, they have been called it for generations.

Lin Xing was slightly stunned, and blurted out: "Then second uncle, when you heard Hei Ye call last night, why didn't you come to me?" ”

The second uncle twisted and pinched his neck.

Lin Xing, who had memories of the two lives, suddenly understood.

The second uncle's family background is solid, and he has a bit of a mother-in-law, but he is afraid that when he heard the wild boar cry last night, his hands and feet were soft, and he couldn't get up.

Syllable! Syllable!

Lin Xing was not in a hurry, he went to the corner of the house slowly and methodically to get the flint, lit the dry wood, and boiled the water: "Second uncle, you can sit casually, I will make some tea to eat first." ”

Drinking tea is secondary, the main thing is to taste.

In the poor countryside, no matter what you eat, there is only one pot, and the brush can't be cleaned, and the hot water boiled has a strange smell.

The second uncle pursed his lips and said unceremoniously: "What kind of tea?" After your kid recovers, it's a waste of time to do these strange things! ”

Saying that, the second uncle had walked into the house, took down the firewood knife hanging on the wall, waved it a few times, and put on a few postures, but it was also a tiger and a tiger, scaring the ignorant little beast.

Lin Xing smiled and said, "Second Uncle's house, there should be no shortage of food for the winter, right?" We've hunted a lot of things in the past few months. ”

The second uncle's face was a little more helpless: "My mother-in-law has to make clothes for the winter, and she won't wear anything about the old bear skin, so I think about selling some of my things and buying some cotton." ”

Saying that, the second uncle squatted down and looked at Lin Xing making tea funny: "Tiegen, why do you live like an old man?" Or the second uncle will introduce you to a mother-in-law to live with. ”

Fourteen years old, here is already the age to talk about marriage, often just a few words, can determine the so-called 'marriage event' in the previous life.

"Nope."

Lin Xing is accustomed to this, but with the memories of his previous life, he doesn't want to spend his life in this small mountain village.

"I'm going to go to the town to find a livelihood, and I've already asked someone to inquire, and I can't say that I will be an apprentice for a few years, but I can't delay others."

The nearest town to them is about two or three hundred miles away, and there are often merchants who run the mountains to come to them to collect some mountain goods, and by the way, pour some daily necessities.

The second uncle frowned: "The business in the town is so easy to find?" It's so far away from us, if something happens, I don't know anyone who is familiar with life, and I don't even have a supporter. ”

The second uncle didn't know why Tiegen was bent on running out, since he got better, his nephew seemed to have changed.

What's so good about the outside world?

In the village, I have my own care, and then I marry a mother-in-law, give birth to two big fat boys, and my wife and children are hot on the kang, what is not better than that?

He also asked Tiegen, but Tiegen always smiled and said nothing, his eyes shining with a brilliance he had never seen before.

Lin Xing didn't say anything more.

He boiled tea, poured a bowl for the second uncle, took out a few pieces of air-dried dried meat, and ate it slowly and methodically with hot tea.

The second uncle poured hot tea into his stomach, looked at Lin Xing, and was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks, but he didn't urge him anymore.

"Second uncle, eat some too?"

Lin Xing was eating but embarrassed, and in the memory of his previous life, instinctive words blurted out.

The second uncle looked at the jerky handed over, stretched out his hand and pulled it aside, tore a piece of jerky from his arms, and stuffed it directly into his mouth: "I know that you have a lot of food, and the second uncle has his own meat, you don't care." ”

Lin Xing smiled.

The people in the village eat a lot, and as long as they can stuff their stomachs in this world, no one will say that they are full.

After eating meat and drinking tea, Lin Xing got up and moved his muscles and bones, feeling the heat in his stomach disperse to his limbs, he nodded.

Sure enough, you must remember to drink more hot water wherever you go, and you will not suffer.

"Let's go."

Walking to the edge of the earthen wall, Lin Xing reached out and shook it, and the firewood knife that the second uncle hung back on the wall was held in his hand.

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