“One hundred yuan! That’s one hundred yuan! Enough to buy forty catties of pork!”
“Are your eyeballs on your butt? You’re in your thirties, and you can’t tell if one hundred yuan is fake?”
“Something goes wrong as soon as you step out of this yard. What use are you?”
“What else can you do all day besides fiddling with those two animals?”
A woman’s hysterical voice came from outside the window. Wang Qiang turned over and cursed with his eyes closed, “What the Der are you yelling about so early in the morning? Are you going to let people sleep or not?”
Wang Qiang turned over, then suddenly sat up from the bed.
When did a woman get into his house?
He shivered, opened his eyes, and scanned his surroundings. This wasn’t his home at all!
Even scarier, the furnishings in the room looked like they were from the 80s or 90s.
There was a yellow modular cabinet, enamel cups, a white koi washbasin, and a yellow towel blanket on the kang with “Serve the People” written on it.
On the wall hung a poster of Zhang Min, a side profile shot of her in a black bodycon dress standing on a car.
Her short, wavy hair, looking down from her beautiful face, revealed a dazzling flash of white under her black deep V-neck.
“Holy crap! No wonder she’s Stephen Chow’s exclusive goddess! She’s truly eye-catching!”
At this moment, Wang Qiang realized that he had transmigrated into a small fishing Village, residing in the body of an eighteen-year-old young man.
This body also belonged to Wang Qiang, and he had good taste. Not only was there a beautiful photo of Zhang Min on the wall, but there was also a hot photo of Joey Wong pasted on the modular cabinet.
“Life is full of changes!”
Thinking about what happened before his transmigration, Wang Qiang felt he deserved to die.
In his previous life, Wang Qiang was a young traditional Chinese medicine doctor, feeling unfulfilled in his department.
During his vacation, he went fishing by the Reservoir but after half a day, he still caught nothing.
Since he was already out, he couldn’t go back empty-handed, right?
He decided to gather some herbs in the mountains. He was lucky enough to encounter a cobra.
When he saw the snake, he didn’t dodge. He instinctively reached out his hand, thinking, “This is a good medicinal ingredient!”
By the time he came to his senses, he had been bitten. He died at the age of 35 from poisoning.
Wang Qiang felt that a person like him could be reborn because of the good fortune he accumulated in his previous life.
He could cure most of the stubborn dysmenorrhea in young girls and impotence in young men.
Since he was here, he would make the best of it. Wang Qiang stretched, pricked up his ears, and heard that the woman’s frantic voice next door was gone, replaced by crying.
Soon, many unfamiliar memories flooded into Wang Qiang’s mind.
It was the summer of 1995.
Wang Qiang, a layabout, had been hanging out with a group of ruffians from the Village since he graduated from junior high.
Although he wasn’t considered a “good kid,” he wasn’t particularly bad either.
He never stole chickens or dogs; at most, he would help others keep watch.
During group fights, he was the first to run out and call for reinforcements.
When his scoundrel friends gathered for a meal, he could chug five bottles of beer by himself.
He didn’t commit major mistakes, but he constantly made minor ones, always knowing how to keep things in check.
“The Six Paths of Reincarnation took a wrong turn; I transmigrated into such a useless person!”
Wang Qiang was very displeased. He turned over and saw an alarm clock on the bedside table.
“Holy crap! It’s eleven o’clock!”
“How did I sleep until this time?”
“Sleeping shouldn’t interfere with eating!”
He came back late from playing cards last night and slept in his clothes, which made it easier now. He jumped out of bed and rushed out.
In the yard, two little girls were playing with beanbags. The older one was named Wang Hui, and the younger one was named Wang Ning.
“Hui Hui, what are your parents arguing about?”
Wang Hui continued playing, not even looking at him, but little Wang Ning mumbled “Uncle.”
“Oh! You little Wang Hui, giving me attitude?”
Wang Qiang snatched the beanbag with one hand and smacked his lips towards the house: “What exactly happened?”
“My dad sold goods a few days ago and received a fake bill.”
“A hundred-yuan one?”
Wang Qiang’s throat bobbed, and he answered his own question: “This time, it’s certainly enough to give your dad a headache.”
“Sleeping until this time without getting up, and not even knowing to break up the fight.”
Wang Hui snatched back the beanbag and pulled her sister aside.
Sun Jufang heard a sound outside, stopped crying, and walked out.
Wang Qiang awkwardly scratched his head, grinning cheekily: “Sister-in-law, you go ahead and be busy. I’ll give Big Brother a lecture.”
“Just chew on some pancakes for lunch.”
Sun Jufang wiped away a tear and walked towards the fishing net spread out in the yard.
It looked like she wasn’t planning to cook?
Don’t!
He couldn’t go hungry for his first meal after transmigrating!
“Hui Hui, quickly tell your mom to cook!” Wang Qiang whispered to his niece.
Little Wang Hui felt very aggrieved. She could have gotten some pocket money for an ice cream before, but now it was all ruined.
Seeing that his niece didn’t react, Wang Qiang chuckled towards the yard: “Sister-in-law, it’s fine if my Big Brother goes hungry for two meals, but don’t let the two children go hungry!”
“Uncle, are you the one who’s hungry?”
Wang Hui’s sharp retort made Wang Qiang a bit flustered.
“It’s just a meal. I’ll handle lunch.”
In his previous life, he was also a foodie and skilled at cooking.
Wang Qiang walked into the nearby kitchen with a serious demeanor, but he was a bit stunned upon entering.
A wood-fired stove, he had no idea how to operate it.
Turning around to walk out of the kitchen, he saw his old man returning with a hoe on his shoulder.
Wang Gensheng noticed the tense atmosphere in the yard, put down his hoe, and went into the house.
Soon, the old man’s rough cursing came from inside the house.
Wang Qiang leaned against the wall, basking in the sun, and in a trance, saw a silver panel appear before his eyes.
【Host: Wang Qiang.】
【Age: 18.】
【Height: 180.】
【Occupation: Unemployed Youth.】
【Education: Junior High School Dropout.】
【Luck Value: 0.】
【Experience Value: 0.】
【Items: None.】
Golden finger?
System, this “Junior High School Dropout” is a bit insulting!
Where’s the beginner’s gift package?
Don’t systems usually have a beginner’s gift package?
Soon, Wang Qiang found the beginner’s gift package in his personal system.
【Beginner’s Gift Package: The Host can use the beginner’s aura to perform one precise positioning, gaining explosive luck and super harvest.】
“System, this is giving me a chance to start anew!!!”
Wang Qiang’s thoughts were pulled back to reality by the cursing next door. He strode towards the center of the yard.
Sun Jufang was bending over, fiddling with the fishing net, her large eyes on her oval face red and swollen. She was truly disheartened.
A woman was managing this household, and her man carelessly accepted a counterfeit bill.
Wang Qiang knew that one hundred yuan had astonishing purchasing power at that time. If he didn’t appease his Sister-in-law, he wouldn’t be getting any food.
“Hehe, Sister-in-law, you know what my Big Brother is like.”
“But I heard that if you take fake money to the bank, you can exchange it for half its value.”
Sun Jufang stopped what she was doing and finally turned her head to look directly at Wang Qiang.
“A hundred fake notes, can it be exchanged for fifty?”
At this moment, the father and son inside quieted down and came out to stand in the yard, listening.
“Yes, it can be exchanged. The remaining fifty will be deducted from Big Brother’s food allowance.”
Pfft~~
Sun Jufang was amused and then she asked seriously, “Third Brother, are you serious?”
“Third Brother, I haven’t heard that the Village credit union can exchange fake money?” his old man suddenly interjected.
“Eh~~, I’m talking about the bank! The bank is only in the County, and it specifically manages credit unions. Besides, it’s embarrassing for others to receive fake money; would they tell you?”
Wang Qiang bluffed the family with a few words. He stood up, hands in his pockets, showing off: “Your Third Brother runs around outside every day; it’s not for nothing!”
Seeing the family looking at him eagerly, Sun Jufang got up and walked into the kitchen.
Wang Qiang walked to the moon platform and sat down, rolling a hand-rolled cigarette and lighting it.
The beginner’s aura also gave him a chance for precise positioning, which was equivalent to a precise strike!
Where should he position himself?
His first venture out must be a big one, and then he would grow stronger and bigger.
