Renascido no Ano da Fome Antiga: Começando a se Esconder nas Montanhas Profundas para Caçar
O especialista máximo em sobrevivência na natureza desperta como alma em Daqing, tornando-se um vilarejo pequeno e inútil filho de família. Na abertura, congela até a morte no pé da montanha, ao volta
“Hungry.”
Su Yanwen woke up with a stomach cramp.
He had been the undefeated champion of wilderness survival, only to be caught in a massive avalanche. Yet when he opened his eyes, he found himself inhabiting another body.
All around was a blanket of white snow. He was dressed in a shabby cotton robe, the padding hardened and exposed, with multiple worn and torn seams.
Touching his head, Su Yanwen was startled—his hairstyle was a topknot!
Could it be that he had traveled back to ancient times?
A flood of unfamiliar memories swept over him.
This place was the Great Qing, a realm not recorded in history, with a civilization akin to ancient China.
It was the twilight of a dynasty, a time of chaos and war, compounded by a century’s rare famine—scorching droughts in summer and bitter freezes in winter, a misery beyond words.
Outside, refugees were everywhere, but thanks to the surrounding mountains, their village still had some food to survive, though the outlook was grim.
The original owner of the body was also named Su Yanwen. After losing his mother at one, his father remarried, bringing along a stepmother, a younger brother, and a sister.
Su Yanwen, as the eldest, had been steeped in blind filial piety from childhood, burdened with caring for his siblings.
He would rather starve himself than let his father, mother, or siblings go hungry.
This time, he was simply too hungry to bear it and had ventured out to forage wild vegetables, only to perish on the road.
Thinking of the family’s dire s