Time travel was very common. In this world, there were not many people who didn't time travel, but there were many who did. The problem was where they went!
Wang Bo sat on a small stool in his small courtyard, wearing open-crotch pants. He raised his head, blinked his small eyes, and stared blankly at the old locust tree in the courtyard.
"Alas, who can tell me what era I have come to?"
Dajin!
This was the only information he had after time travel. In fact, in this small mountain village, it was good enough to know that he belonged to a country called Dajin.
Among the hundreds of people in the village, the only one who could read was the fortune-teller at the entrance of the village, and he was blind. This man was the legendary Old Tongsheng, who failed to become a county official after more than 30 years of studying. He cried himself blind and now relied on fortune-telling for a living.
Although the people in the village did not believe him, there were always some ancient rules in the old forest. When it came to weddings and funerals, people always wanted to have peace of mind. Therefore, he could barely get by. Occasionally, when his fortune-telling was accurate, people would give him a lot of gifts, and he could even eat meat or something, so he could make do with it.
In this village, he was the only one who could write a few words. Wang Bo could recognize the words written on the long white banner in his hand. They were traditional characters. Although it was difficult for him to understand the words of the people around him, he could gradually understand them. They were Chinese, but the accent was a little strong. Therefore, at first, he thought he had come to ancient China.
However, slowly, he began to doubt his judgment. From the words of the people around him, Wang Bo heard that the country they were in was called Dajin. Dajin!
There had never been such a dynasty in ancient China. There was one during the Spring and Autumn Period, but this was obviously not the Spring and Autumn Period. He could not recognize the words of the Spring and Autumn Period.
Therefore, this was not ancient China. He had just come to a world that was very similar to ancient China.
In this small mountain village, the only person who could answer his questions was the old blind man. However, he could not look for him now. He was too young, only three years old, and he was still wearing open-crotch pants. How could he find him?
Did he want to be treated as a monster?
This was not the legendary YY novel where people were born as geniuses. Three days ago, a guy in the neighboring village was treated as a monster and beaten to death by the villagers because of his crazy words. In this day and age, it was better to keep a low profile.
Just like his name, Wang Bo was a Ph.D. in his previous life. He studied Chinese, a Ph.D. in the Department of Chinese Literature. When he had nothing to do, he would occasionally study ancient Chinese history. Therefore, he was proficient in traditional Chinese characters. Other than that, he had no other specialties.
In a sense, it could not be said that he had come to another life, but reincarnated. had he had only drunk one bowl of Meng Po soup.
In his previous life, he was not in good health, and he had to sit in an office. When he was thirty-six years old, he choked on a mouthful of cold water and died. When he woke up again, he had just been born and had come to this world.
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After several years, he finally got used to it.
In fact, he was not used to it. He was just a newborn baby. He could only be manipulated by others.
The family name he was born in was Zhou, and his name was not Bo. In fact, he did not have a name yet. He was called Little Shiba.
People living in the mountains were not particular about names. It was normal that he did not have a name when he was 17 or 18 years old.
It was good that he had a family name.
He was the fourth son of the family. There were three more above him. The eldest was already eighteen years old and had married a wife last year. She was an honest hunter and farmer. The youngest was twenty-three years old and was a little rascal who did not do proper work all day and was a headache to others. The youngest was nine years old and he was the fourth, three years old. Other than these four little brats, there was another girl in the Zhou family. She was seventeen years old this year. She had been betrothed when she was ten years old and was about to get married.
In the Zhou family, the eldest was called Big Dog, the second was called Little Dog, and the third was called Little Dog. Wang Bo was the fourth, so he should be called Little Dog. As for the girl in the Zhou family, the world was just like the evil old society. Women had no status, so they were automatically ignored.
But there were too many puppies in the family, so it was difficult to raise them all. So, Wang Bo was called Little Shiba, which meant that he would not have a younger one.
Old Zhou's family was just an ordinary family in this mountain village, relying on a few acres of land and the hunting income of Old Zhou. Although it was hunting, Old Zhou's hunting skills were not very good, so one trip to the mountain would not yield much. Secondly, even if there was a harvest, it would be sold and exchanged for daily necessities. Therefore, their family could not expect to eat meat for a year. For him, who had been eating fish and meat all year round, this could be considered a kind of torture. Fortunately, at the age of three, he only appeared to be a little malnourished. At least, he would not starve to death by eating corn noodle porridge every day. Occasionally, if he was lucky, he would be able to eat some game. That was already as happy as the Spring Festival.
The survival ability of the mountain people was very strong. He had inherited good genes.
After three years, he had been used to it. The black cornbread and the yellow porridge no longer brought him any disgust. He could just eat it with his eyes closed.
What depressed him the most was loneliness. It was not like what he said on the Internet when he pretended to be cool. This was real loneliness.
Think about it, how lonely would it be for a thirty-year-old man's soul to be trapped in a baby's body for three years? He couldn't say what he should say, and he couldn't do what he should do. He couldn't even resist when someone pinched his face and flicked his * * *. What kind of f * cking life was this?!
Fortunately, he was a little older now. Although he wore open pants, basically no one dared to flick his penis.
It was May now, and the weather had warmed up. He moved a small stool to the yard of his house and sat on it. He stared blankly at the old locust tree in his house. His mind was filled with messy thoughts, and he remained motionless.
"Little Shiba, Little Shiba, come here. It's time for dinner!" Wang Bo didn't know how much time had passed before he heard someone shouting. The voice was very rough, but it was very comfortable. Wang Bo knew that it was Eggface's mother, who was also his current mother, who was calling him to eat.
Wang Bo moved his cold butt away from the stool and trotted home.
It was not like his previous life, where he could have all three meals a day. Here, he could only have two meals a day, one at 10 o 'clock in the morning and one at 5 or 6 o' clock in the evening. This was good. When food was scarce, it was good to have one meal a day.
In the evening, there was still cornbread porridge and black cornbread. Compared to the usual, there was an extra plate of black pickled vegetables.
The whole family sat around a table. Although women did not have much status these days, people in the mountains did not pay much attention to etiquette. There were eight people in the family, and six of them were eating around the table. Only Wang Bo and his third brother, who were too young, were eating on the small stools next to them.
In general, Old Zhou liked Wang Bo, for no other reason than that he was obedient.
This little guy had never bothered him much since he was born. He had five children, and although it was said that children in the mountains were easy to raise, none of them were like Little Shiba, who had never peed on the bed or pooped in his pants since he was born. This was not easy. Dog Boxer was already nine years old, and he had pooped his pants yesterday!
Old Zhou seemed to have something on his mind. He kept his head down and did not speak during dinner. Since he did not speak, no one dared to speak, so the dinner was a little boring.
"Wheeze, wheeze, wheeze …!"
Little Shiba, who was engrossed in eating the black cornbread in his bowl, heard this sound and knew that the Zhou's dinner was coming to an end. This was the special action of Old Zhou when he was about to take his last bite.
When Old Zhou finished his meal, the others had to stop until he left.
But today was different from usual. He did not leave.
"Hua-er, Wang Tianlei is back. Get ready and choose a good day to marry him!"
Hua-er was Little Shiba's sister, Zhou Hua.
She had been engaged to a family in the east of the village when she was 10 years old. It had been the sole heir for five generations, and the current generation was Wang Tianlei, whom Old Zhou had mentioned.
Wang Tianlei was 19 years old this year. According to the rules of the village, he should have married Zhou Hua, who was 14 years old, when he was 16 years old. Unfortunately, when he was 16 years old, he served in the army and served for three years. He had just come back yesterday.
The only heir for five generations! His parents missed their grandchildren so much that they almost went crazy. Now that he had come back, they wanted him to marry Zhou Hua.
Zhou Hua was not very beautiful, but she was good-looking. She was a 17-year-old girl, full of youthful spirit. Little Shiba had said in his previous life, "Youth is invincible."
Invincible youth. Yes, invincible youth.
What's more, she was diligent. She was the number one in both the inside and outside of the village. Everyone who met her would praise her. If she had not been engaged when she was 10 years old, the door of Old Zhou's house would have been broken by the people who talked about marriage in the past two years.
Hearing Old Zhou's words, Zhou Hua suddenly blushed and lowered her head to her chest. Little Shiba could not see her face at all. But he did not need to see to know that her face must be as red as the sunset clouds in the sky.
Little Shiba had no say in this kind of thing. All he could do was to watch the fun and wait for his sister to get married so that he could get some food and drinks.
Little Shiba did not know that this ordinary marriage in the mountains would bring incredible changes to his future.
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