Douluo Continent, Heaven Dou Empire Southwest, Fasinuo Province!
Wang Family Village, this is an ordinary village, no more ordinary than any other, in the vicinity of Nuoding City. Its sole source of income is likely growing grain and vegetables to supply to Nuoding City.
Therefore, vast farmlands can be seen everywhere around the village. Among these farmlands and the farmers toiling within them, a half-grown child was mixed in, skillfully wielding a hoe to weed. After all, for grain to grow well, weeding and pest control are essential.
His name is Wang Li, and he is six years old this year. He was given this name because he was too big at birth, and his mother died in childbirth, but he stubbornly survived. He was separated from his mother at birth, hence the single character 'Li' in his name.
A few years ago, wild boars from the back mountain came out to ruin the crops. The adults in the village went to drive them away, but it was too difficult for ordinary people to deal with those thick-skinned, robust wild boars. In the end, there were many casualties, and his father was among them. Now, Wang Li can truly be considered all alone.
Even though he is only six years old, Wang Li already has three years of labor experience. His diligent work, coupled with the occasional assistance from the village chief and villagers, prevented his body from being overworked. Instead, he is even sturdier than children his age.
At six years old, he has the body of a ten-year-old, wheat-colored skin, healthy and vibrant, with well-defined features, thick eyebrows, and large eyes. He might not be particularly striking in the city, but in the countryside, with his looks and build, he will surely become a famous handsome young man in the ten-mile radius when he grows up.
Time quickly reached noon. The sun beat down on people, scorching and unbearably hot. Even adults couldn't stand it, let alone a child like Wang Li.
He put away all his farm tools and quickly walked back to his home at the west end of the village. However, at this moment, his doorstep was not empty; an old figure was sitting there.
Upon seeing the old man, Wang Li smiled honestly and called out:
"Village Chief Grandpa, why have you come?"
This old man was Wang Ping, the village chief of Wang Family Village. He lived up to his name, handling matters fairly. Wang Li, an orphan, had also received much care from Wang Ping on a daily basis.
Wang Ping looked at Wang Li, his eyes filled with both warmth and satisfaction. More than half of the villagers in Wang Family Village shared the surname Wang, so there was a faint blood relationship between them, but that wasn't the most crucial point.
The crucial thing was that Wang Li was an obedient, sensible, hardworking, and diligent child. A farmer who toils in the fields will always find a way to live as long as he isn't lazy. Barring any accidents, Wang Li would become a good young man in the village and wouldn't turn into a slacker or idler.
Which village chief wouldn't love good labor? This was a practical matter. Although Wang Li called Wang Ping 'Grandpa,' Wang Li was not Wang Ping's biological grandson.
Wang Ping motioned for Wang Li to put down his farm tools and then said:
"Xiao Li, you have a hard life, having to work in the fields every day at such a young age. But you don't have to go to the fields tomorrow. Tomorrow, a Spirit Master from Spirit Hall will come to our village to conduct Spirit awakening for children who have reached six years old. If you can awaken a powerful Spirit, you can become a Spirit Master in the future, and then you'll be above others, no longer needing to work hard farming!"
At this point, Wang Ping's eyes were full of envy. In Douluo Continent, everything else was inferior, only Spirit Masters were superior.
Upon hearing this, Wang Li smiled and said:
"I understand, Village Chief Grandpa. Spirit Hall is truly good. Even for a small village like ours, they send a Spirit Master to awaken our Spirits."
Wang Ping also nodded in agreement upon hearing this:
"That's right, so Xiao Li, come to the Spirit Hall in the village center early. We can't keep the Spirit Master waiting. Although you don't have your parents, you are the one I worry about the least. I believe you can definitely awaken a powerful Spirit!"
There was a profound meaning in Wang Li's eyes:
"Thank you, Village Chief Grandpa. Perhaps I really can awaken a powerful Spirit."
Wang Ping shook his head and smiled. As a village chief, he had witnessed too many children awaken Spirits, but he had never seen a powerful Spirit. With so much accumulated disappointment, although he still hoped for a powerful Spirit Master to emerge from his village, his heart had long since become very calm.
Wang Ping stood up and said reassuringly:
"Then our village will have a powerful Spirit Master! I must leave now; I still have to go to the next family!"
Wang Li smiled and waved:
"Grandpa, goodbye."
Watching Wang Ping's departing back, Wang Li couldn't help but think:
"It's finally starting, Spirit awakening. What kind of Spirit will I awaken to embark on the path of a Spirit Master…"
Wang Li was so confident because he came from another World. In his World, Douluo Continent was a book, and he was quite familiar with its contents.
He awakened at the age of three. Memories from before he was three quickly blurred and faded, while various memories from his previous life continuously surfaced in his mind.
Regarding this situation, Wang Li speculated that it was a protective mechanism of the brain, sealing away his original memories until he was three years old, when his body had initially developed enough to accept these memories, only then releasing them.
After all, there's a saying, 'since one can remember...' Generally, humans don't remember things from before the age of three; even if they can recall something, it's very chaotic and blurry. Only after three years old can one remember certain things permanently.
After awakening, Wang Li, who was a wage earner in his previous life, accurately grasped the change in the villagers' attitude towards him.
While other children were still crying and playing, he was already using his small body to carry farm tools to the fields to work.
How much work was done wasn't important, but the attitude was. After all, help is given in emergencies, not to the perpetually poor. Being obedient, sensible, hardworking, and not becoming a burden or a parasite meant that neighbors, remembering past favors, would be willing to lend a hand. Otherwise, when everyone wasn't wealthy, no one wanted an extra mouth to feed in their home.
Wang Li had farmed for three years, and a brand new World was about to open up to him!
Wang Li, in a good mood, pushed open the door and entered the house.
He strode into the kitchen, lifted the lid from the pot on the stove, revealing a little less than half a pot of cold white porridge. Wang Li swiftly served himself.
With pickled vegetables, he ate heartily behind the stove.
These were his main foods. He also wanted to eat meat, but he didn't have the means.
The white porridge provided sugar, the pickled vegetables provided salt, coupled with diligent labor, Wang Li had developed a sturdy body that he himself was quite satisfied with, although he wasn't sure if a sturdy body was related to the awakened Spirit and spirit power.
But being tall and strong is always better than being dark and thin.