Great Yuan, Xingye Eighteenth Year, Heishan Village.
First snow of winter.
The north wind hammered the wooden door, causing it to rattle loudly.
Inside the room, a young man lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Sure enough, a waste never comes to a good end!"
"But you just died and left this mess for me..."
""Winter is here. No food left. Am I really going to starve to death the moment I get transmigrated?"
The young man was named Li Ming, originally an ordinary office worker in the twenty-first century.
He was on his way home, having miraculously avoided being hit by truck-kun.
But suddenlyq when he thought he is fainally safe, he was struck by lightning.
"I gess he couldn't escape it" Li Ming let a short sigh.
When he woke up, he had become a resident of Heishan Village, sharing the same name... Originally, he was quite happy to have a second chance at life.
But after reviewing the Original Owner's memories, he couldn't help but curse in anger.
The Original Owner was eighteen, his mother had died young, and his family consisted of his father, his elder brother and sister-in-law, and his niece and nephew.
Likely because the Original Owner was still young when his mother passed away, he was gradually spoiled by his father.
Other children started working in the fields at thirteen or fourteen.
Even at eighteen, he was still idle, loafing around all day, and engaging in petty theft.
According to the villagers, he was a textbook 'rogue'!
This year, the harvest was poor, and the family had little stored grain.
His father had also broken his leg while hunting in the mountains. Treating the injury cost a lot of money, and now he still needs a crutch, making the family's life increasingly difficult.
Yet, merely due to a hint from the goddess 'Wang Hua', In addition to incitement from his so called friend.
The Original Owner stole the family's winter provisions, went to the city, and exchanged them for a hairpin, intending to give it to Wang Hua as a token of love.
The remaining money was used for wine and meat, which he consumed until full with his good brother, Zhang Lei.
On his way home, he got drunk and passed out beside a path outside the village, lying in the cold wind and snow all night.
He was discovered by passersby yesterday, and only then was he carried back by his elder brother, Li Tian.
After lying at home for a day, and then waking up, he was not the same Li Ming.
Moreover, the silver hairpin exchanged for the food provisions was nowhere to be seen.
Perhaps it was stolen by a passerby, or perhaps it was lost along the way.
But the hairpin was no longer important; even if he found it and pawned it, it wouldn't buy back enough food for six people to survive the winter.
"Famine year, no grain... Winter here really kills people."
Li Ming was momentarily unsure how to cope. Should he make salt or brew wine, like the protagonists he had read about in novels?
But private salt production was illegal, and brewing wine required large amounts of grain. He was about to starve to death now; where would he find the grain?
While he was lost in thought, Li Ming suddenly felt a warmth in his right arm, and immediately, the warmth became heat.
"What is this?"
Filling as if his hand has caught on fire, Li Ming was terrified.
It was just like When he get struck by that lightning.
After he almost passed out.
The pain started faiding away and some wired characters started apearing on his arm.
The glowing symbols writhed beneath his skin, moving and cowrling like they were alive.
"Could this be the reason for my transmigration?"
Li Ming opened his eyes and looked closely. The characters looked like some sort of language, that he has naver sean before.
But he somehow could understand it.
At the upper region of it, the characters shaped the word [Unforeseen].
"Unforeseen... and yet prophetic?"
Li Ming's breathing immediately quickened. Could this weird writing predict the future... and help him seek fortune and avoid disaster!
Li Ming suppressed his excitement and tried figuring what the other characters resembled.
And then suddenly With a rustling sound, the characters resembling [Unforeseen] changed to [Prophecy].
Immediately, the reast of the writing began to arrange itself, forming words.
[Today's Fortune: Neutral]
[Minor luck: On the southern mountainside of Little Black Mountain, a lost rabbit has run into something and died in the snow. Going there before noon might yield some gain.]
[Medium luck: Several Roe Deer are active on the southern peak of Little Black Mountain. Taking a hunting bow might yield some gain.]
[Great luck: The aged Wolf King was defeated by the new Wolf King and exiled to the northern foothills of Little Black Mountain. If you can obtain the wolf hide, you can make a large profit. But you must be careful of the Wolf King's attack.]
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