Do not vote!!!
Author: twilight night cold
Status: on-going
This story is not mine.
Mo Yan, who was blown to ashes, was reborn in ancient times. She became a little farm girl who was running away from famine! There is a loving and handsome scholar father on it - not bad! There is a pair of lively and cute younger siblings - very good! But, does she really want to die again? It's okay if you don't have food, drink or shelter on your way out of famine. She even has to be on guard against bad guys to capture her and feed her! Fortunately, there is room for upgrades in the previous life. However, there are no eggs-- Why, that space with mountains, water, and meat to eat was actually formatted! Facing a desperate situation, Mo Yan regained his fighting spirit: No matter how formatted it is, my sister will still get rich and prosperous under the roots of the imperial city! Open hills, plant orchards, buy shops, build houses... there's no shortage of them! But... there are also many jealous people looking for trouble! Is the farm yours? Here, I'll trick you to death without any negotiation! Want to be her stepmother? Okay, I'll give you a few widowers! My mother is here to find you? Here, take the divorce letter and don't give it away! ... What? A beautiful man comes to propose marriage? Um, this... do you want to knock it down?
A miracle doctor was exiled to an alternate savage world and forced to change his scummy ways!
Yan Mo's soul was transferred to another world after he had thoroughly offended God. He quickly understood how cruel the world he was in was.
The reason he was hit unconscious by a primitive man and brought back to his home was to be that man's winter food reserves. The tribe he was in was a super spartan primitive tribe, and the people here only respected two things: Combat power and fighting ability! The former was the fighting power in battles, the latter was...
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Examine illness? Chinese medicine? Drink those bitter sandy things? The hell is that? Are you trying to mu*der our tribe's warrior? Die!
Plant wheat? Raise pigs and chickens? We are warriors, not s*aves! Die!
Teaching the women to make clothes and cook? Make them soap and perfume? F*ck, he's actually seducing our women! Die!
You're a messenger of God? Here to lead us to a better life? Very well. We'll give you one day, conquer all of our enemies, make them into sl*ves and bring them back. If you can't, you're dead!
Yan Mo: "......"