Reborn a day later, I emptied my enemy's possessions beforehand.

He really came back.

1976 years.

He was eighteen years old.

Everything is still in the beginning.

Zhou Haibing sat on the hard bed, supporting himself on the edge of the bed with both hands, and took several deep breaths.

His heart was beating fast, thumping like someone was drumming inside his chest.

He closed his eyes and used his mind to explore the Shennong space—

The supplies, packed full of goods, are still there; the seeds, fertilizers, pesticides, agricultural machinery, generators, solar panels, furniture, appliances, clothing, medicines, and mechanical equipment acquired for over 700 million yuan.

And those three hard drives, filled with centuries of human knowledge, were neatly stacked, like a treasure trove that had been sleeping for a long time.

He opened his eyes and reached out to touch his chest. Through the thin, old jacket, he could feel his ribs protruding one by one.

He was too thin. Eighteen-year-old Zhou Haibing was as thin as a bamboo pole, the kind of thinness that comes from long-term malnutrition and not having enough to eat.

The curtain was lifted from the outside.

The curtain was made of patchwork of old fabric, several pieces of different colored scraps sewn together, and the threads along the edges were already frayed.

A thin little hand reached in from the side of the curtain, lifted the curtain, and then a small face peeked in.

A small face, no bigger than the palm of a hand, with sallow skin, slightly prominent cheekbones, a pointed chin, and two large, round eyes.

Her eyes were somewhat sunken, her lips were dry, and her hair was yellow and thin, tied into two small braids with two red ribbons tied to the ends, the red ribbons having faded to pinkish-white.

Zhou Haiqing.

Zhou Haiqing, thirteen years old.

Zhou Haibing's eyes immediately welled up with tears.

His throat felt like it had been suddenly gripped, choking him so he couldn't speak.

This is his younger sister, the one who was later forced to marry Zhang Wenbin, subjected to emotional abuse, domestic violence, forced to have a miscarriage, developed depression, and finally died after swallowing a whole bottle of sleeping pills.

But she's still alive, only thirteen years old, and as thin as a bean sprout, but her eyes are bright.

Her face didn't have those desperate, numb expressions; instead, the corners of her mouth were turned up, revealing a missing front tooth—she was losing her baby tooth.

"Big Brother!" Zhou Haiqing's eyes lit up when he saw him sit up, like two small light bulbs being turned on at the same time.

She rushed to the bedside, squatted down, gripped the edge of the bed with both hands, looked up at him, and spoke in a soft, clear voice, with the unique brightness of a young girl.

"You're awake? Are you alright? You scared me to death just now. You collapsed in the yard, your face was all white. It took Dad and me a lot of effort to get you up from the ground."

Zhou Haibing looked at her, at her bright, sparkling eyes, at her missing front tooth, at her sallow face and pointed chin, and his nose tingled, tears welling up in his eyes.

He couldn't remember the last time in his previous life he had looked at his sister so intently.

He couldn't remember the last time he saw his younger sister so small; perhaps it was more than forty years ago, perhaps more than fifty years ago.

The Zhou Haiqing he remembered, who always had downcast eyes, was taciturn, and had a bitter smile on her lips, seemed like a completely different person from the chattering young girl in front of him.

He reached out and pulled his sister into his arms.

He held her tightly, as if trying to meld her entire body into his chest, his arms encircling her slender shoulders.

Her shoulder blade pressed against his arm; it was hard and stiff, the kind of hardness where there was bone directly under a thin layer of skin.

Her body was as light as a twig. When Zhou Haibing held her in his arms, he felt a surge of indescribable bitterness and heartache.

In his previous life, he failed to take good care of her and pull her out of that hellhole. In this life, he will not make the same mistake again.

"Big brother!" Zhou Haiqing struggled slightly in his arms, her voice muffled from his chest, carrying a mixture of reproach and coquetry.

"Be gentle! You're hurting me! How can you be so strong?"

Zhou Haibing quickly released her.

He looked down at his sister's face. Her cheeks were red from the pressure he had just applied, her brows were slightly furrowed, and her lips were pouting, as if she had been wronged.

He couldn't resist bending down and kissing her forehead.

Zhou Haiqing was stunned.

She stared at him wide-eyed, touched the spot where he had kissed her, a look of confusion and embarrassment on her face. Her ears turned red, and her voice became slightly stuttering.

"Brother, what's wrong with you today? Did you hit your head? You suddenly fainted in the yard, and now you're like this again..."

She pointed to her forehead, then to Zhou Haibing, "You've never been like this before."

Zhou Haibing smiled.

That smile was unlike any he had ever given before; it was a smile that emanated from the bottom of his heart, carrying a certain certainty, a calm and unhurried, contentment.

He looked at his sister, his voice soft and gentle: "Did I just faint in the yard?"

Zhou Haiqing nodded, his brows still furrowed, his confusion undiminished.

"Yes, you just came back from town, walked into the yard, and somehow, you just closed your eyes and collapsed."

It made a loud bang, which startled me.

My dad and I dragged you into the house, and you lay there for a while without moving. I almost went to call Aunt Liu from the village.

Brother, you really don't remember?

Zhou Haibing shook his head.

He guessed it was probably a brief dizziness caused by the rebirth and time travel process. His body went from being 58 years old to 18 years old, and his consciousness went from 2016 back to 1976. His brain and body needed time to adapt.

He didn't explain to his sister that these things couldn't be explained clearly, and a thirteen-year-old girl wouldn't understand them.

He changed the subject, asking, "Where's Dad?"

Zhou Haiqing stood up from the edge of the bed, patted the dust off his pants, and gestured towards the outside with his chin: "Dad is cooking in the kitchen."

He said they were having stir-fried potatoes and pork today, and it smelled so good! I was so tempted, and I wanted to help start the fire, but he wouldn't let me. He chased me away, saying…

She paused, her voice softened, and her expression dimmed.

He said I was clumsy and couldn't be of much help, and told me not to make a mess in the kitchen.

Zhou Haibing's brow twitched, but he didn't say anything.

He looked down into his sister's eyes and asked again, "Where did the potatoes and pork come from? When did we get these things at home?"

Zhou Haiqing looked at him with an expression that said, "Big brother, how could you forget even this?" and reached out to touch his forehead.

Her fingers were cool as she pressed them against his forehead, then she withdrew her hand and touched her own forehead, as if comparing temperatures.

She frowned slightly and said earnestly:

"You don't have a fever. Why are you acting so strangely today, brother? Didn't you bring back the pork and potatoes?"