A man travels through time and becomes a widow, only wanting to pursue a career

As a pure man, it is absolutely impossible for Chen Changsheng to marry a man even if he kills him.

"Actually, it's not a bad thing for Sister-in-law Chen to remarry. Although she has given birth to four children, she still looks pretty and has a body that is fertile. She remarried and there was a man who took care of her."

Wang Mazi, whose mother-in-law died in the village, interrupted with a wicked smile.

Aunt Zhang joked, "As the saying goes, a widow grinds tofu in the middle of the night, and a bachelor does his laundry in the middle of the night. Or just ask Sister-in-law Chen to follow you Wang Mazi, and you two can make a couple."

The more he listened, the more outrageous it became. Chen Changsheng couldn't bear it anymore and opened his eyes quietly.

"Mom, are you awake? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

The eldest son Chen Dafu's eyes were full of concern.

Chen Changsheng looked at the eldest son in front of him, who was only one year younger than himself, with mixed feelings in his heart. He said that the eldest son was more like his younger brother.

"Help me up first. I'm a little dizzy after lying down for a long time."

Chen Dafu followed his words and limped forward to help his mother up and lean on him in his arms.

"Ahem, that old man, go and ask everyone in the courtyard to disperse, and go back to each house to find their respective mothers. What are you doing here? I'm so idle."

Chen Erlu obediently got up and went to the courtyard, apologizing to his neighbors and saying, "Aunts and uncles, my mother has woken up. Please come back."

All the melon-eating people in the courtyard could only reluctantly leave the yard, planning to tell their men about the new melon they heard.

After everyone left, Chen Changsheng came back to his senses and began to look at the house. It had yellow mud walls, black mud floors, beams covered with spider webs, and a thatched roof that leaked air.

This family's situation makes it a completely poor household now!

When a thief comes, he has to throw away two bags of rice. When a mouse comes, he will probably shake his head.

The road to wealth is long and arduous!

Chen Changsheng licked his chapped lips and was about to raise his hand to rub his painful temples when a memory that did not belong to him suddenly broke into his mind.

The original owner he traveled through was called Zhao Daya, thirty years old, her husband was called Chen Changsheng, and they had four children.

Uh-huh, Chen Changsheng, isn't this his modern name? What a coincidence.

Okay, without further interruption, let’s continue with the memories.

Chenjia Village is backed by mountains. There are fifty or sixty families living in the village. Last year's harvest was not good. It didn't rain for several months. The rice harvest in the fields was only 50%. After paying the tax, every household didn't have much left. Surplus grain.

Every household in Chenjia Village lives a very poor life, relying on the food from the mountains to survive.

The original owner, Zhao Daya, was a lazy man. He ate, drank and gambled out every day. This made his mother, Mrs. Chen, angry, so she separated her son from the family.

Mrs. Chen and her second and third bedrooms lived in an old house at the east end of the village. The original owner and his family lived at the west end of the village. The houses at the west end of the village all have their origins.

It happened that a family in the west end of the village had an extinct family and died of tuberculosis, so the house became vacant. The villagers thought it was unlucky, so Zhao Daya's family of six were able to move in.

The original owner, Zhao Daya, owed a lot of debt and was chased to death by debt collectors.

The original owner's mother was not a good person. She wanted to force her daughter to remarry so that she could earn a few taels of gift money to support the family. The original owner refused to comply and in a fit of anger, she set up a rope in her own house and committed suicide.

The sons went out to work in the morning, and when they returned home at noon, they found that their mother had been hanging on the beam for a long time.

Chen Changsheng estimated that the original owner just left, and he was able to time travel into her body.

"I'll go, this is too miserable!"

None of the tragic heroines in Qiong Yao's novels are so miserable.

Just when Chen Changsheng was weeping bitter tears for his tragic fate, a voice came.

"Mom, do you want some water?"

The third son, Chen Sanshou, noticed that his mother's lips were chapped and he carefully brought a bowl of water over, fearing that his mother would lose her mind and secretly find a place to die.

Chen Changsheng raised his eyes and saw the four children in front of him.

The taller one is the eldest son - Chen Dafu, sixteen years old.

The taller among them is the second son - Chen Erlu, fourteen years old.

The smaller one is the third son - Chen Sanshou, ten years old.

And the youngest girl - Chen Sixi, eight years old.

The four children were all skinny, with not much flesh on their bodies. Their clothes were in tatters, covered with pudding and thread, and their feet were also worn in rotten straw sandals.

The eldest son still seems to have problems with his legs and feet, and he walks with a limp and unbalanced condition.

"Mom...are you still...a human?"

The fourth girl, Chen Sixi, hid behind her second brother and asked in a trembling voice with half of her head exposed.

The three brothers went to find an old carpenter in the village to build a coffin, leaving Chen Sixi alone at home.

When she saw Chen Changsheng wrapped in a mat, twisting and whimpering, she was almost frightened out of her wits, and immediately ran out to look for her eldest, second, and third brothers.

It was obvious that her eldest brother had sniffed out her mother's breath.

Aunt Ma next door also said that she can prepare for my mother's death.

Unexpectedly, my mother started to move again.

"Do you think I'm a human being?" Chen Changsheng looked at the timid fourth girl and asked in a funny and angry tone.

"Sixi, don't be afraid, even if my mother is a ghost, she is still a ghost." Chen Sanshou frightened the younger sister.

what the hell!

What the hell is a motherfucker?

Chen Changsheng rolled his eyes and pretended to catch his third son, "If I were a ghost, I would take you away first!"

"My mother is not a ghost! Look behind her, there is a shadow, my mother must be a human!"

Chen Erlu pointed to the midday sun that filtered through the roof and shone on her mother.

Chen Sixi looked behind Chen Changsheng and saw a dark shadow.

"Great, great. I knew my mother was not a ghost. Ghosts are afraid of the sun." Chen Sixi happily clapped her hands, jumped and cheered.

"Mom is so good to us, even if she turns into a ghost, she won't hurt us." Chen Dafu, who was silent at the side, suddenly spoke.

"Mom, the ground is cold. I'll carry you to the bed." Chen Erlu rolled up his sleeves and knelt down to pick up his mother.

Chen Changsheng clearly felt that his second son was skinny and his arms were so thin that they were about to break if he exerted too much force. He could knock his son away with one punch, so how could he dare to let his son hug her.

Chen Changsheng stood up from the ground and sat on the bed.

"Mom, you must be hungry. I'm going to bring you some food right now." After saying that, Chen Sanshou ran to the kitchen.

In the morning, Chen Dafu was responsible for weeding the fields, while Chen Erlu took Sanshou and Sixi to the mountains to dig wild vegetables. This was a daily occurrence. If he cooked it for his mother, she would recover quickly.

"Mom, you don't know how many tears I shed."

Chen Sixi's eyes were swollen, and the little man leaned against Chen Changsheng.

The caring words of the four children made Chen Changsheng, who had grown up in an orphanage, experience the warmth of family affection for the first time, and it felt very special in his heart.

They are all good and sensible children!

The Buddha said that looking back five hundred times in the past life is only a passing glance in this life.

We passed each other five hundred times in the previous life, in exchange for one encounter in this life.

Five hundred encounters in the past life are exchanged for one acquaintance in this life.

Based on this calculation, Chen Changsheng had to look back 125 million times. He must have "broken" his neck to meet such a group of children.

Anyway, he didn't have any relatives to be attached to in his last life. Since God arranged for him to travel through time, he might as well forget the past, start over, and support this family.

From now on, there is no longer Chen Changsheng, only Zhao Daya, the mother of four children!