Traveling through the busy farmland of a peasant girl

At the same time, the unconscious Shen Shaodong slowly opened his eyes on the bed.

His vision was a little blurry, and what came into view was the dilapidated roof. The cracks on it were like marks engraved by time, as if telling of endless vicissitudes of life.

Shen Shaodong was a little confused for a moment and had no idea what situation he was in.

His thoughts slowly drifted back to the past, and he remembered that he and his teammates were carrying out a difficult mission at the border.

Amidst the hail of bullets, a stray bullet suddenly whizzed towards him. At that moment, he felt his body being hit by a huge force, and then he lost consciousness.

He was full of doubts. He was seriously injured and should have been sent to the hospital. Could it be that he was rescued by fellow villagers near the border?

Shen Shaodong closed his eyes gently, and suddenly, a sharp pain swept towards him like a surging tide.

The pain did not only come from his body, but his head also felt like it was being pricked by countless needles, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Images and situations kept flashing in his head. Those images were like a illogical movie, playing chaotically in his mind.

He saw a man being severely whipped simply for picking up his daughter's dropped shoes.

Every time the whip fell, the man's body would tremble, and soon, his body was covered with shocking bloodstains. The blood slowly seeped through his clothes, dyeing his whole body red.

Shen Shaodong never usually watches this kind of costume drama which he thinks is very boring. He really can't understand why these inexplicable scenes appear in his memory?

He gritted his teeth and tried to move his body. "Hiss!" A sharp pain made him gasp. The pain was like an invisible net, binding him tightly and making him feel powerless.

But he was unwilling to just lie there. After a difficult struggle, he finally sat up with his tenacious perseverance.

At this time, he was sweating all over, and his clothes were soaked with sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

Shen Shaodong began to survey the room. He saw the bed he was lying on was made of stone, cold and hard. It had only a wooden plank and a rag as a sheet.

The texture of the rag was very rough and rubbed against the skin like sandpaper, making people feel very uncomfortable.

There was straw under the rag, which made a slight rustling sound as he moved.

In the corner of the room there was a dilapidated wooden cupboard with a door that was shaky and looked like it would fall off at any time.

There was also an old table and a chair, and on the table was a kerosene lamp. The kerosene lamp emitted a faint light, and the dim light swayed in this dilapidated house, as if it would go out at any time.

Shen Shaodong's heart was filled with emotion. He thought: China is developing so well now, but I didn't expect that there are still such poor families.

He secretly made up his mind to thank the family for saving him.

Shen Shaodong tried to move his limbs, and suddenly, a wave of pain came like a tide.

Only then did he have time to look at his body. What was he wearing?

He was wearing a pair of baggy trousers made of a material he couldn't identify; they were so loose they looked like a sack. They were covered in patches and small holes, showing the wear and tear of countless years.

Looking at his upper body, he was not wearing any clothes, just some strips of cloth wrapped around him, with faint traces of blood showing through the strips.

Shen Shaodong made an even more shocking discovery: this was not his own body at all!

I do high-intensity exercise every day, so how could I look so thin and weak!

He found it difficult to accept for a moment, and his mind was like a tangled mess.

Just then, the door was pushed open with a creaky sound.

His eyes were like lightning, sweeping over fiercely, which frightened Zhang who pushed the door open.

The woman was wearing a dark red skirt and a khaki top that looked like linen.

She was surprised at first, but soon her face was filled with smiles. She quickened her pace and walked closer, handing over the bowl in her hand.

She said, "Husband, you are finally awake. I was really scared. Have some egg soup first."

Seeing her reaching out as if to feed him, Shen Shaodong quickly reached out to take it and said, "I... I can do it myself!"

Zhang wiped her eyes and said, "Fortunately, Brother Chunsheng borrowed a cart in time and took you to the clinic."

"When you get better, you must thank me!"

She went on to say, "My mother came over this morning and brought me a few pounds of fine rice. I'll cook some for you at noon."

Shen Shaodong ate the egg soup made with unknown wild vegetables in his bowl while listening to the chatter of the person who claimed to be his wife.

He seemed to understand one thing, that the images in his mind should be the memories of the owner of this body.

I don’t know what happened, but the originally honest man died, and after I died in the mission, I turned into Shen Shaodong here.

Shen Shaodong... In his previous life, he was 35 years old and still hadn't married, but now he suddenly has a wife and two children!

Zhang continued to chatter away, "Those rabbits were caught by your daughter Daya in the mountains. They look plump and plump. I'm planning to..."

Shen Shaodong had finished his egg soup. He handed the bowl to the woman in front of him and, using the name he remembered, said as gently as possible, "Xiu Niang, please go out first. I want to lie down for a while."

Zhang Xiu Niang was stunned by his interruption for a moment, then took the bowl and said, "Okay, my husband, you should have a good rest."

As she spoke, she put the bowl down first, then walked over to support Shen Shaodong's body, carefully helped him lie down slowly, and then turned and left the room.

Shen Shaodong's thoughts were still in a mess. He didn't know what to think for a moment. He just felt extremely confused.

He lay quietly on the bed, his eyes fixed on the shabby ceiling. It seemed as if there were an invisible hand in his mind, carefully sorting out the memories that had just flooded in.

These memories belong to a man with the same name and surname as him. In this small village, this man is affectionately called Shen Dalang by his parents and fellow villagers.

Shen Dalang's life experience is just like that of millions of ordinary people in this world, as dull as a pool of stagnant water without ripples.

More than ten years ago, when he was just a child of a few years old, he followed his parents and relatives on a difficult journey to escape famine.

They were displaced along the way, like rootless duckweed, not knowing where to find a place to settle down.

Finally, with the unified resettlement of the government, they came to Qingshan Village, a small village surrounded by green mountains.

As time went by, Shen Dalang grew up to be 15 years old. At that young and innocent age, he married Zhang Xiu Niang from the neighboring Zhangjia Village.

Zhang Xiu Niang was one year younger than him. She was a girl with curved eyebrows and eyes, and she was simple and kind.

Their union is like two small trees leaning against each other, supporting a small home together.

Life after marriage was plain and stable. In the second year, Zhang Xiu Niang gave birth to twins for Shen Dalang.

The arrival of these two little lives is like the warm sunshine in winter, adding endless laughter and hope to this small family.

Shen Dalang is an honest farmer, and his daily life is like a set program.

He is like a tireless old ox, busy in his own fields from morning to night.

The soil was turned over and over in his hands, and every inch of it was soaked with his sweat.

In addition to farming his own fields, he would also use his free time to do odd jobs for wealthy families in town.

However, Shen Dalang was born with an overly gentle face, which looked like an attractive piece of fat meat in the eyes of those men with evil intentions.

Every time he worked in town, there would always be some men of bad character who would tease him.

Those frivolous words were like thorns, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

In order to avoid these troubles, he had no choice but to do hard work like carrying bags.

He always kept his head down and focused on his work. As a result, those who had bad intentions saw him like this and gradually stopped bothering him.

During the busy farming season, the town's schools would also be closed. After his son returned from school, Shen Dalang would help him learn a few words.

He was well aware that he had little education, so he had a simple desire for knowledge.

Even though he could only recognize a few simple words, he felt very satisfied. After all, this was a change for him, a small exploration of a new life.

After receiving these memories, Shen Shaodong secretly felt relieved: Fortunately, Shen Dalang knew a few words, so he would not be exposed in the future.