Chapter 1: Time-Travel (2/2)

The mountain villagers were good at survival. Their ability ran through Wang Bo's veins.

After three years, he had gotten used to the black Chinese cornbread and the yellow, shit corn gruel which did not make him feel gross anymore. The secret was to close your eyes and get it over with.

It was the loneliness that bothered him the most, which was not like an internet meme. It was true loneliness.

Imagine that a 30-year-old soul was trapped in a baby boy's body for three years, how much loneliness would he bear? He could not say or do anything he liked. He could not even put up a fight when people rubbed his face or flipped his small penis. What a f*cking life, wearing open-crotch pants!

Luckily, he was not a baby boy anymore. Though still wearing open-crotch pants, he was not getting molested anymore.

Now in May, the weather was getting warmer. He sat motionless on a small stool in his yard, staring steadily at the old Chinese scholar tree, with his thinking in a mess.

”Little Shiba, Little Shiba! Come here! Time for dinner.” Without knowing how long had passed, he heard someone crying out in a rough but comforting voice. Wang Bo knew it was Little Shiba's mother. That is to say, the woman that he called ”mother” now was calling him for dinner.

Wang Bo moved his ass from the small cold stool and ran home.

It was not like the previous life where people had three meals a day. Here they only had two meals: one around 10 in the morning; the other around five or six in the evening, and it was now the latter. These were the good times. When a food crisis occurred, they would have to put up with one meal a day.

As usual, they had corn gruel and black Chinese cornbread for dinner. They even had a plate of black pickles this time.

The whole family surrounded the table. Although women were inferior here, the villagers did not have too many rules. The six of them were sitting at the table, except for Wang Bo and his third older brother, who were both too young, eating on a small stool.

Generally, old Zhou liked Wang Bo, and for no special reasons, just that the little lad behaved well.

From his birth, this little lad had not brought much trouble to his father, who had five kids. It was true that mountain-born kids were easy to bring up, but still, Little Shiba was one of a kind. So far, he never pissed himself or crapped himself, which was unbelievable especially compared to his nine-year-old brother, Boxer, who had just crapped himself the day before.

Having something on his mind, Zhou did not say a word during their dinner. That was the reason why no one had the guts to make any noise, adding a heaviness to the table.

”Blah, Blah, Blah…!”

When hearing that sound, which was a specific movement when old Zhou finished his last bit, Little Shiba was focusing on his half bowl of black cornbread. It was the signal of the end of dinner.

Old Zhou had finished his meal. It was a rule for the rest of the family to stop eating until he had left the table.

The odd part today, however, was that he did not leave.

”Hua-er, Wang Tianlei is back home. We'll pick a good day for you. You should get ready for your wedding.”

Hua-er, or Zhou Hua, was Little Shiba's elder sister.

She was engaged when she was 10. Her fiance, Wang Tianlei, the only son of five consecutive generations of his family, lived in the east end of the village.

Wang Tianlei was 19 years old. When he was 16, he should have married the 14-year-old Zhou Hua, honoring the customs of their village. However, he had been serving in the army for three years until yesterday.

”The only son!” Wang's mother was so obsessed with a grandson that, since the day her son had come back, she wanted her son to marry Zhou Hua as soon as possible.

Zhou Hua was not stunning, but pretty. Being a 17-year-old girl, she was full of youthful enthusiasm. What would have Little Shiba called it in his previous life?

Youth. Yeah, that was it.

What was more, she was diligent and capable and that kind of girl was popular in this village. If she had not gotten engaged at the age of 10, the Zhou's doorsteps would have been flattened by all those matchmakers.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Hua blushed right away and her head lowered to her chest. Little Shiba did not have to look at her face to know that her face was as red as roses by now.

Little Shiba did not have a say on this kind of thing. All he could do was stand by and treat himself to a rich meal when it happened.

What he did not expect was what a common wedding of two villagers could offer, and how it would bring incredible changes to his future.