In two low and dilapidated thatched houses, Kang Long was lying unconscious on the earthen bed. He had a high fever, his consciousness was confused, and he was in extreme pain.
It was as if there were two different souls squeezing his brain, one was a weirdo full of all kinds of absurd ideas, and the other was an honest young man, making him miserable.
Suddenly, Kang Long, who was sleeping, felt a coolness on his burning cheeks, and suddenly opened his eyes. A delicate voice said in surprise: "You finally woke up!"
What you see is a dilapidated thatched house. The thatch on the roof has been blown away by the wind in some places. The icy cold wind is blowing inside, and occasionally scattered snowflakes drift in.
A shabby, dark and colorless quilt covered his body, and Kang Long couldn't feel the temperature on the tattered quilt at all.
A woman with a delicate and handsome appearance, wearing thick strange clothes and a fur hat on her head, was holding a snow-white handkerchief and looking at him with surprise. Behind the woman, a little girl with a red face from the cold
The girl frowned, stared at Kang Long who woke up, and shouted dissatisfied: "Hey, Kang Long, my lady took care of you and gave you medicine. You survived, can't you even say thank you?"
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The little girl's thin lips were a little chapped, presumably from the cold in this thatched hut full of holes. However, the little girl was sharp-tongued and spoke like she was pouring beans. She didn't give Kang Long a chance to react, and shouted again:
"You are really a dull turtle, you can't even beat it with eight sticks! Humph!"
The delicate and handsome woman said angrily: "Yun'er, please stop saying a few words. He just woke up from a serious illness and has not yet recovered his energy."
Xuan then turned to Kang Long and asked softly: "Kang Long, how are you feeling? Alas, it's all dad's fault for beating you like that... Please don't blame him."
The little girl said angrily: "Miss, his life is worth it, is it worth your visit to see him? Really, he is awake now, let's leave quickly, otherwise the master will scold me to death if I let him know."
The girl rubbed her hands and put them to her mouth to breathe. Apparently she thought it was cold and dark in this shabby thatched cottage and wanted to leave quickly.
Kang Long stared at everything in front of him, feeling the urge to cry.
The delicate and handsome young lady was about fourteen or fifteen years old, and her tender oval face looked a little green. She sighed, took off a beautiful little bag from her body, put it on the bed, and said: "Kang Long,
There is some money here, and we will go back to the town to grab some medicine. Let's go."
The little girl hurriedly held her arm and pulled her out, fearing that she would look back again. The two of them left the house, put on their cotton hats to protect them from the wind, and meandered away.
Kang Long heard a small creaking sound, thinking it was due to the deep snow outside. When the small footsteps disappeared, Kang Long suddenly got up. But then he gasped in pain, and it turned out that he was still injured.
He didn't even bother to lift up his clothes to see the injury. He just jumped off the earthen bed in a hurry, reached the door, and looked outside.
"Damn it, could it be that he really traveled through time?" Kang Long rubbed his eyes in pain and looked outside again.
Snow was falling heavily outside, and it was covered with snow. In the silver-white world, there were sparsely dotted adobe huts of different heights.
A hundred meters away from where he lived, there was a large house built with blue bricks. Among the scattered adobe rooms, this large house stood out from the crowd and was extraordinary.
He saw two thin figures walking to the door of the big house. The young lady seemed to look back at this place, hesitated, and then entered the house.
Kang Long screamed strangely, and then he realized that he had no shoes on his feet. He stepped on the ice and snow at the door and shivered from the cold. He quickly ran into the house and found a pair of tattered straw sandals beside the earthen bed.
I didn't care much, so I put on the straw sandals and started to rummage through the boxes and cabinets in the house to find things. In fact, there was only one big old box in the two shabby rooms. The boxes were filled with shabby clothes and some useless ones.
of debris.
Kang Long originally wanted to look for something like a mirror, but he rummaged through the broken box and couldn't find it. He slapped his forehead fiercely and cursed himself for being confused.
How could such a poor family have a luxury like a mirror?
He thought for a while and went to the thatched hall outside. He saw a broken water tank in the corner of the thatched hall. He hurried to the water tank and looked inside.
But I saw that the water in the water tank had been frozen with a thick layer of ice. Fortunately, the ice surface was smooth, and I could vaguely see my appearance through the light outside the door.
A face that can be considered handsome, with two sharp eyebrows, a pair of big black eyes, a high bridge of nose, and thick lips. The skin is slightly rough, and the color should have been black and red, but now it looks a little pale.
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"It's not bad, not too ugly, I can get by with it." Kang Long said to himself.
Kang Long is actually not from this world. To be precise, his soul is not from this world. He was originally the deputy commander of the Chinese special elite brigade. When he returned to his hometown to visit relatives, he was so angry with his hometown.
Two bullies bullied an honest old farmer in the village.
He beat the two bullies, but who knew that the two bullies became so angry that they even took out machetes and tried to fight him. As a special forces soldier, how could he be hit by those two bullies? When he was angry, he
The attack was a bit heavier, with three punches and two kicks, and he accidentally killed two bullies.
Unexpectedly, the two bullies turned out to be relatives of a police chief in the county. In the end, Kang Long was sentenced to death for intentional homicide and executed by firing squad.
On the day when Kang Long was executed, he swore to God, "If there is an afterlife, I, Kang Long, will definitely be the nemesis of bullies, the nightmare of corrupt officials, and a super bastard! I will torture them to the point of agony!"
I don't know if he was unlucky or lucky, but somehow, as if by God's will, at the same time he was shot, his body was hit by another bolt of lightning.
As a result, he accidentally traveled through time. And by coincidence, the unlucky guy possessed by his soul was also named Kang Long.
"Since I have traveled through time, it means that I, Kang Long, have been reborn. Then, in this life, I will be a bastard, step on bullies, beat up corrupt officials, and compete with the gods in my free life! Wow haha..."
Kang Long laughed loudly, the sound shook the house. Large snowflakes fell from the hole in the thatched hall, as if he was witnessing the birth of a bastard king.
A gust of cold wind blew in from outside the door, and Kang Long shivered and was brought back to the cruel reality. He raised his hand and touched his body with some sadness. The thin and worn cotton clothes on his body could not block the cold wind at all.
Fortunately, the body that traveled through time-travel is still strong. Although he time-traveled in this person's body, it seems that his soul has merged with the soul of the original owner of the body.
He squeezed his intestines and scraped his belly, feeling a splitting headache from the memories, and finally sorted out some clues.
This village is called Wangjia Village. It is a small village at the foot of Funiu Mountain and on the shore of Luoshui River. Most of the people in the village are named Wang, and their families came here as refugees from other places. After his mother passed away a few years ago, Kang Long originally relied on giving money to the wealthy king in the village.
Nin helps the servants to make a full meal.
On the first day of the new year, Kang Long went to pay New Year's greetings to his master's family, but for some reason he angered Mr. Wang and was beaten by the Wang family's servants, causing him serious injuries.
When Yan Bei returned home, he began to have a high fever and was bedridden. If Granny Wang next door hadn't felt sorry for him and came to feed him some buckwheat soup every day, he might have died.
"Damn, I'm really unlucky. I finally traveled through time and ended up on such an unlucky guy. Anyway, fortunately, I'm originally an elite member of the Chinese special forces. With my ability, in these troubled times, can't I still make a plan?
Are you rich and happy for the rest of your life?"
Since the original owner had never left Wangjia Village in his memory, he had no idea about the changes in the world. He only knew that it was a troubled time and the emperor changed frequently.
"I don't know what the world is like now, and whether this is the ancient times of China. If I know some historical trends, I can join a promising general or prince in the feudal town, and I can become a happy and happy bastard prince in the future."
Kang Long huddled in the tattered quilt, his thoughts fluctuating.
In his hand was the money bag given by the young lady just now, which contained five or six hundred dollars. The young lady was a young lady from the Wang family, her name was Wang Xueer. She was very pretty and charming, and was deeply loved by Mr. Wang and Wang Min.
In Kang Long’s memory, Miss Wang Xueer from the Wang family was kind-hearted and would often help the poor and needy in the village. On the other hand, his father, Mr. Wang, was a well-known landlord and wealthy man. He was nicknamed "The Living King of Hell" and "Wang Peipei" for his mean character.
He is ungrateful and loves to exploit the tenants in the village.
Kang Long worked as a tenant farmer for the Wang family and was responsible for grazing several of the Wang family's cattle.
Kang Long held the purse with a faint fragrance in his hand, his mind wandered, and Miss Wang Xueer's delicate and charming face appeared in his mind.
Creaking, the broken firewood door of the outer hall opened, and an old woman came in. Kang Long quickly stuffed the money bag into the quilt, and was about to get up, but the old woman's face was full of joy, and she shouted: "Hey, Xiaolong, you finally woke up!"
Don't move, don't move! You just woke up, it's freezing outside, be careful of the cold wind!"
Grandma Wang's accent is similar to that of Miss Wang and Yun'er, and is very similar to the dialect spoken in the northwest of Henan Province in China. Kang Long's hometown is from Dengfeng, Henan, and it sounds quite friendly.
"Grandma Wang, you are here. Thank you for taking care of me for many days!" Kang Long's nose was a little sore. In this war-torn era, it was not easy to live. It is rare to see a warm-hearted person like Grandma Wang.
"Hey, our little dragon has been ill for a while, and he has become sensible and can talk. Haha, he is no longer the stupid boy who can't beat a stuffy boy with eight sticks. Okay, okay!" Granny Wang joked.
It turned out that Kang Long had extremely low self-esteem and was taciturn. Even when he met Granny Wang, who had always helped him, he could not utter a single word for a long time. His series of grateful words made Granny Wang laugh.
Granny Wang was carrying an earth-colored clay pot in her hand and was wearing a thick, patched cotton coat. Her dark red face was covered with wrinkles and ravines, and she looked vicissitudes of life and kindness, just like her mother from Kanglong's hometown in her previous life.
"Grandma Wang, it's such a cold day that you come to see me, which makes me feel so bad. Grandma, come and sit on the kang, I'm just covering up the heat."
Grandma Wang smiled and handed the pottery pot to Kang Long, sat by the kang, and said: "It seems that this disease is really good. Xiaolong has grown up and become sensible. This is the porridge that grandma just cooked. Huhu, you
Your body and bones are not healed yet, so eat it while it’s hot.”
Just as Kang Long was about to delay, his stomach growled and he had to smile bitterly. He took the pot and saw that it was filled with a thin paste, including broken rice, buckwheat husks, and some vegetable leaves. The paste was steaming, although it looked bright in color.
The black and yellow color makes people unappetizing, but Kanglong ate it with big mouthfuls.
Grandma Wang was sitting cross-legged by the kang, looking at Kang Long's delicious food, her old face beaming with joy, and she kept shouting, "Eat slowly, eat slowly, there won't be enough for my mother-in-law's house."