China, a remote village in the southern border, is a remote village in the mountains where birds do not shit, called Shike Village.

In the golden autumn season, the breeze blows through a golden cornfield, and the Shike Village surrounded by mountains. As its name suggests, it is located in a standard karst landform and surrounded by mountains.

Deep in the cornfield, the towering corn has abundant fruits, the corn squid is about to fall, and the corn cob is thick.

Zhang Daman sweated heavily and his dark and shiny skin was in this corn field, while holding the corn cob, he looked at Chunhua with a side look. A strange thought poured into his mind. No, where is this?

This cornal area, this mountain peak, and this dilapidated environment is a bit as dark as an old movie!

Damn! Shike Village?

Isn’t it already 2018? The village has already opened a cement road? Why are there still winding and rugged paths?

Isn’t this woman named “Chunhua” Li Chunhua, the widow in Shike Village? How could I break the corn cob with her... in the corn field?

Damn, where is this?

After looking at Chunhua for a few times, although she was thirty years old, her husband died and became a widow, she was still pretty handsome, plump and plump, and she looked like a typical rural woman.

"Da Da!"

Zhang Daman was about to go up and ask Li Chunhua what was going on. He felt something pulling his calves on his trousers, or was he shouting "Da Da" sweetly?

When did I have a son? Didn’t that woman Luo Yuhong dislike me for being poor and having no future, and ran away with other men?

What kind of evil did I, Zhang Daman, have committed?

Zhang Daman looked down and looked at him. Who is this little brat? He looks so familiar that he is so familiar that Zhang Daman is confused.

Yes, that's right!

This little girl was like her childhood. At that time, she was not called Zhang Daman, but Zhang Xiaoman!

"Dad, why do we help Aunt Li break the corn cob?"

The little boy blinked his eyes, looked at Zhang Daman, and asked curiously.

faint!

How do I know? Ask me, who should I ask!

Zhang Daman almost didn't burp, "Hey, Chunhua, who is this kid?"

He adjusted his emotions a little, turned to look at Li Chunhua who was constantly picking the corn on the cob, and asked in confusion.

Li Chunhua burst out laughing, "Zhang Daman, aren't you? He is your son Zhang Xiaoman!"

As she said that, she smiled strangely for a few times, and continued, "Didn't you say in the village that you want to take your son and marry me as your wife? Why? How long has it been so long, I'm so scared? I can't even recognize my son?"

Holding a grass, he, Zhang Xiaoman, became his childhood self?

"Wait, Chunhua, when is it now?" Zhang Daman felt a mud in his head and felt that the world had changed.

"It's past six o'clock in the evening!"

"No, what era is it?" Zhang Daman took a deep breath. Logically speaking, it was impossible for him to be in Shike Village at this time. Didn't he walk out of Shike Village with his efforts and under the guise of "knowledge changing destiny" and build a powerful agricultural empire?

What's going on? Why did you return to Shike Village?

Li Chunhua gave Zhang Daman a blank look, "Are you too hard to break the corn on the cob and hurt your head? It's been 1992 now!"

In 1992, I was like a god, did I meet the legendary rebirth?

He also fucked and regenerated two selfs, a farmer who broke corn on the cob in the corn field, and a childhood self, but he became his own son?

Really bloody rebirth!

"Dad, you haven't answered me yet, why do we help Aunt Li break the corn cob?" Zhang Xiaoman pulled Zhang Daman's trouser legs, flashing bright eyes unyieldingly, and asked.

Zhang Daman's heart sank twenty thousand miles under the sea. This is really fucking. I spent all my energy and finally walked out of Shike Village. Unexpectedly, I was reborn and brought back to my original form. It was really a rebirth to return to the front of liberation!

What to do? Is it survival or destruction?

In this life, you are so poor and bad, and the various causes and effects in your previous life should be cut off!

"I'm happy, I like it!" Zhang Daman had to accept the facts and replied to Zhang Xiaoman angrily.

"Hey, Daman, why are you trying to rape your son? Didn't you brag? Why? Are you unhappy?" Li Chunhua blamed him.

Zhang Daman murmured to himself in a daze, "It's broken, it's broken!"

If it is 1992, then it is when a big man drew a circle in the Shenzhen Stock Exchange and the spring breeze of reform and opening up began to blow towards China.

"What's wrong?" Li Chunhua looked at Zhang Daman in confusion, "Hey, I'm counting on you, don't regret it."

Zhang Daman was in a mess and couldn't figure out what was going on, "I... I regret it!"

"Dad, when will we go back? Xiaoman is hungry!" Zhang Xiaoman pulled Zhang Daman's trousers again and shouted sweetly.

Zhang Daman clenched his fists. In 1992, the story of that spring, I, Zhang Daman, came back.

In this life, I will not be a good citizen who shrinks his head. I will be a bad person. I will be a troublemaker.

Then I thought about it, this childhood self has become my own son, and as my father, I can't treat him badly!

I have suffered too much in my previous life, and I can't suffer any more in this life - my son Zhang Xiaoman.

What kind of bullies in the village, what kind of local tyrants in the village, what kind of gangs in the village... are all going to see the hell!

However, Zhang Daman thought about it and found it funny. He was reborn in thousands of times. He was reborn like this in a century.

Regenerate your own son and regenerate your own son.

Can this be more fucked?

When I think of 1992, it was an era of destruction and a golden era.

Since God has asked me to live again, I will never let this gift down and let myself live a different life.

What’s wrong with being a troublemaker who is loved and hated by the world?

Mastering future information is Zhang Daman's most important capital. How to use this known information to weave a bright future and embark on a different path to troublemakers.

Those who have suffered humiliation and those who have looked down on themselves must return them twice as much.

He slowly squatted down and held Zhang Xiaoman's face in both hands. He looked so beautiful. He was really the most handsome man in Shike Village in his childhood.

Time is really a carving knife, and I almost grew crippled.

"Xiaoman, what do you want to eat at night?" Zhang Daman thought to himself that this is not the descendants of the tadpoles, but the real son. Moreover, he was a childhood self. Being kind to Zhang Xiaoman is equivalent to treating himself kindly. That is not the tadpoles that can be erased by wiping a few tissues.
Chapter completed!