Chapter 1 Arrival in a Noble Land

  "This is where." Yang Wei slowly opened his heavy eyelids, what place is this, the dark thatched roof, and looking around are those earth walls, it's good, on the walls there are a few chubby baby paintings, and in the chubby baby's arms is holding something, ah, unexpectedly a red carp...

  "Ah, Wei Ge'er, you're awake. Be strong, your mother has passed away, but your father said she'll be back soon." A kind-hearted aunt was consoling Yang Wei. What's going on? My mom is gone, and where's my dad? He hasn't come back yet?

  Yes, his name is Yang Wei. No matter if it's in the past or now, it's this detestable name. However, it seems like nobody thinks this name is bad nowadays, hahaha. I've finally escaped from being ridiculed. What can you say? The one who died was the mother of this body, and the soul of this body also left due to excessive grief, seemingly following her mother's departure. This was exactly what the later Yang Wei took advantage of.

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  Yang Wei was a poor child. The family had just divided the land and house less than a few months ago, when his sick mother passed away. His father had gone out more than ten years ago and never came back. No, it wasn't that he didn't come back, but even if he did, he couldn't find this so-called son of his. Because in these dozen or so years, to avoid the war, the mother and son had moved house countless times, and they had only settled in this village for a year. Even most of the villagers were refugees, and there were only a few local households.

  Yang Wei was a twelve-year-old boy who had already come of age, so when his mother passed away, he was heartbroken to the extreme, allowing this Yang Wei from later generations to take advantage of the situation.

  "Brother, this house is now yours, from now on whether you demolish it or cook it, brother I don't care." "No way, brother, let's return the house to you instead, I want to go home."

  "No, no, brother, since you've already moved in, this house is yours now. I'm leaving, goodbye..."

  "Brother, brother, don't go, come back, come back, ah." Yang Wei suddenly sat up in a daze.

  Looking at everything in front of him, Yang Wei confirmed that this was not a dream. It seemed that the so-called brother in his dreams was actually the previous owner of this body, but now he had handed over the body to Yang Wei.

  "Aunt Wang, I'm fine. I just had a nightmare. Now I'm okay. Although my mother is gone, I still have to wait for my father to come back. I will live well."

  "Alright, alright, kiddo, if there's anything just go call Auntie, Auntie is leaving first." Wang Auntie hastily walked away, looking like she was trying to shake off a burden.

  In memory, this Wang aunt was still quite good to the Yang Wei family, but her own family was also struggling, with three children and a bedridden husband. Wang aunt had only come to help out for a few days, and while she occasionally lent a hand, she didn't have the ability to provide long-term support. Nevertheless, Yang Wei was still very grateful to Wang aunt, as it was she who had helped arrange things after his mother's passing. However, Yang Wei's previous incarnation did not understand this, which is why he had been so heartbroken and left. In fact, someone even took over his body and seemed quite pleased about it; if no one had come to occupy this body, he would not have been able to move on.

  "Wei Zi, Wei Gege, you're awake, that's great." After Wang Ayi left, a group of kids suddenly ran in from outside the door. Most of them were around Yang Wei's age, but surprisingly, there were also two five or six-year-old kids among them.

  "What's going on?" "Everyone sit down." Yang Wei arranged for the children to sit down in the room, then racked his brains.

  "Ah, I see." It turned out that these were also a group of parentless children. When Yang Wei's mother was still alive, she would often provide for them, so Yang Wei got along well with these kids. This became a unique clique in the village, and other kids didn't play with them. Another characteristic was that the families of these kids didn't pay much attention to them. Although the country had been founded, who could take care of this remote village? In the early days, they had struggled against the landlords, distributing land and houses to each family. The house Yang Wei's family lived in was also taken from a wealthy landlord.

  Yang Wei was thinking about things while searching around the house. "Wei Zi, Brother Wei, what are you looking for?" "Nothing, I want to find some food for you guys to cook and eat."

  At this time, Yang Wei himself was hungry and naturally saw that the children who came were also hungry. "Ah, got it," Yang Wei finally found two jars in the western room, with two jars of millet inside, which seemed to be all the grain at home.

  "Third son, burn the fire, Dog Leftover, you come, take a bowl and scoop out some sorghum." "Wei Zi, you won't make it through this big winter, once you finish eating, what will you do afterwards."

  "Eat, eat first and then think of a way." A living person can't be starved to death. Let alone Yang Wei is a transmigrator, not to mention now there are so many helpers. These half-grown children may not have great strength but they eat a lot, but there are many people, and with many people, some things can be done.

  "It's delicious, big brother Yang Wei, you eat too." This was the youngest girl, she held a large bowl and ate with her face full of sorghum, staring at Yang Wei with wide eyes, even moving the bowl in front of Yang Wei.

  Originally, when the rice was served, it just happened to be twelve and a half bowls. This way, Yang Wei also knew the number of children, but there were exactly no more bowls for him. There were twelve bowls and thirteen people.

  Yang Wei had no food to eat, but Ying Wa Zi was the first to notice, "Wei Zi, mine is yours, mine is yours." Without any hesitation, all twelve children handed their bowls over to Yang Wei.

  Yang Wei felt relieved. These twelve kids were still reliable and could be considered temporary friends. "You eat, you eat, I'm not hungry."

  "Uncle Wei, I'm full." It was still Yingwa Zi, she was the first to put down her bowl, and there was still a lot of rice in it. She patted her belly and said she was full.

  "We're full too." The other kids looked at Ying Wa's performance and naturally knew what it meant. "Let's go out and play!" All twelve kids ran out.

  "What a good kid!" Yang Wei shed tears and finished all the bowls, knowing that these kids had specially left them for him to eat.