"Is my mother Luo Yuhong? Why doesn't she want us?" Zhang Xiaoman continued to ask.

This question made Zhang Daman even more confused. Damn, why are you born with 100,000? Where did you come from so many whys?

If everything is caused by rebirth, what is wrong? At least it must be explained where Zhang Xiaoman came from? He can't jump out of the stone like Sun Wukong!

"Xiaoman, stop asking. No matter who your mother is, at least I am your biological father!" Zhang Daman felt a little guilty in his heart. Damn, he was reborn from a father, so he could not call himself his biological father. He was not an unformed tadpole. This is the product of the tadpole finding the combination of his mother, and he was a living person!

Zhang Xiaoman stopped asking questions and walked for a while. After thinking about it, he always felt something was wrong, "Dad, then do we all have to live like this in the future?"

Zhang Daman almost spit out old blood. Is it possible? My son, are you looking down on my dad or talking in a sleep? No matter how my dad said, he is reborn and back to this year in 1992.

It won’t take long for me to rewritten the times. In the vast history, I will leave a glorious mark of Zhang Daman, and it is famous in history. Do you understand?

"Of course not!" Zhang Daman answered with certainty and affirmatively.

"Then, will you marry Aunt Li as your wife?" Zhang Xiaoman really broke the attitude of asking the whole story. He was also reborn, knowing nothing about the world, or there were only a few pieces of memory left.

But there was an old father inexplicably. He always felt that this father was a bit unreliable since he was in the corn field, and he had to do something stealing with Li Chunhua and did something.

In his little head, it seemed as if he was looking at his own father Zhang Daman in front of him, as if he had seen his own future.

Zhang Daman could not realize these, and only Zhang Xiaoman had this idea. He seemed to have a dream himself, a dream that he could not explain himself appeared in the corn field. With this man called "Dad", he met Li Chunhua, a widow in Shike Village, and was helping her break the corn cob.

He always felt that the cornfield was a place full of evil, and he was redundant from this "father" man and the widow named "Li Chunhua".

If it weren't for his in the corn, I'm afraid that this "father" man and the "Li Chunhua" widow would have done something shameful.

Zhang Xiaoman's memory fragments cannot be pieced together. He is very familiar with Shike Village. Every inch of land passed by, it looks like a long-clogged memory, but no matter how you remember it, it is vague.

Or out of a survival instinct, he realized that if he wanted to survive, he had to rely on this "father" man, so he tried to put away his memory fragments and pretended to be a "good son" who was innocent and childish.

However, I was a little confused and asked if I should ask this man named "Dad".

In fact, Zhang Xiaoman didn't know who the woman was. But when he was passing by the neighbors in the village, he heard the villagers' wives mention Zhang Daman's wife, named Luo Yuhong, but he had already run away with someone.

"Xiaoman, don't think about it. When the autumn starts, my dad will send you to school. Our life will gradually get better." What Zhang Daman can do now is of course to solve the problem of eating and survival, and then to provide Zhang Xiaoman with the problem of going to school.

He has read a lot of online novels before. After the protagonists in those novels are reborn, they are either rich second generation, rich people, or they have awesome golden fingers with lightning, which will beat everything up. Krypton gold is like turning on a money printing machine at home.

He is different. He is neither a rich second generation nor an official second generation. He is a farmer. No, to be precise, a farmer. At least his ancestors of the Zhang family have been farmers of generations.

Moreover, they were all curled up in Shike Village, guarding acre of three-point land, with their mouths facing the loess and their backs facing the sky.

It seems that the mountains under this karst landform are not mountains, but cages, imprisoning the thoughts of ancestors for generations, like invisible shackles that bind their wings to soar.

As the N generation of farmers, if Zhang Daman guarded the barren land at home, his fate might be more tragic than the first generation of farmers.

His parents died early, and he was left alone, which was considered to have grown up by eating a hundred families. Not to mention letting him guard the little land of his ancestors, even if he was asked to share the land area that was divided into his family, he could not recognize it clearly.

To say that he is a farmer is a bit insulting the word "farmer" and the word "troubled" is really tailor-made for him.

The mountain stream is breeze blowing, and a cool feeling is blowing.

Thinking of living a good life, Zhang Daman's head was in a mess and was reborn and returned to this year of 1992. Although on the surface, he could have "the dividends of the times", he could use this information well to make a fortune with the information he knew about the future.

High-tech Internet, IT, electronic communications, etc., will be prosperous in the future. However, Zhang Daman knows nothing about these things and has nothing to do with him. At least he does not have the ability to think about high-tech at the moment.

Otherwise, go to the town to buy a mountain, reclaim wasteland, and grow tea? Now I am so poor that my underwear is full of holes, so I have patched socks, and I don’t have the capital to buy a mountain.

Thinking about it, the way to make money is either capital or lack of technology.

In the final analysis, money needs to be solved, and other problems can be solved.

Marx and Engels said in "Das Kapital" that the economic foundation determines the superstructure, which makes sense.

However, Shike Village is just a big slap in its palm, and it is not even a small place. How can we find a way out?

After sorting out my thoughts, I had no idea. I didn’t care about it for now. When I got home, I had to do the big hen that came with me. Only after I had enough food would I have the strength to think about it.

However, in this life, you can’t be as confused as in the past life, and be a good person and an honest person. Since it is said that poor mountains and bad rivers are out of troublemakers, then what’s the point of being a troublemaker?

A good person will not live long, and the disaster will last for thousands of years.

Good people have to go through eighty-one difficulties to become Buddhas, while evil people only need to put down their butcher's knife and become Buddhas on the spot.

Since ancient times, good people have just received a few more good people cards, but they can't get any benefits. Those who are brave enough to starve to death will starve to death.

When I got home, it was already pitch black and painted. This broken wooden house was almost disintegrated, and the lights were dark. Even the only cooking utensils at home were covered with dust. The ground was also muddy, dirty and thick layer of dust.

Zhang Daman took the kerosene lamp for lighting and lit it. The beams of the roof were covered with spider webs. If he hadn't been sure this was his home, he would have thought that there was a dilapidated temple or a haunted house in the Liao Zhai!
Chapter completed!