Title of the book: Dressing in Ancient Times and Selling Desserts

Author: daydreaming

Copywriting: Ji Wei, who was determined to become a world-class pastry chef, died in a car accident on his way to the awards ceremony.

When he woke up again, he became a well-known bully in the village. He was proficient in eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling, and even bought a brother as a slave as a maid.

Rebirth through time? man giving birth? Ji Wei felt absurd.

But when West Point became popular again in another world, Ji Wei felt that the world didn't seem bad.

(The author does not accept writing instructions, please detour this type of readers.)

【Notice】

1. Main attack, mutual favor

2. Struggle for ideals vs. obedient and obedient

Content tags: childbirth through time and space farming culture food

Search keywords: Protagonist: Ji Wei, Liu Yimian ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:

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Chapter 1

Ji Wei opened his eyes, the severe pain in the back of his head made him groan uncontrollably.

He slowly opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was a thick purplish red curtain, which looked very unfamiliar.

Where is this place?

He glanced around for a week, the simple wooden tables and chairs, the empty house, seemed to be in the countryside of the last century.

No, he should be in Beijing now, accepting the award ceremony of the Dessert Masters China Division.

Ah yes!

Just now, a truck on the side of the road overturned and hit his pickup. Then he should be in the hospital now, why is he here? Who is joking with him again?

Ji Wei finally realized that something was wrong, and endured the endless soreness on his body, turned over and climbed off the bed.

He pushed open the creaking wooden door, blocked the dazzling sunlight with his hand, and walked along the place where the sound came from. saw a thin and small boy, sitting on the scorpion, holding a machete with long arms in his hand, and was chopping firewood. Beside him, there was a half-person height of finished firewood.

Liu Yimian noticed that someone was coming, looked up to see Ji Wei, and at first she was overjoyed: "Husband, are you awake?"

Seeing Ji Wei frowning and not speaking, thinking that he touched his bad head again, his slap-sized face collapsed, he immediately threw away the machete, bit his lip and stood up. He clasped his hands together, and timidly lowered his head, not daring to look at him.

"Husband, there's no money at home. I went to Mr. Huang to get the medicine. He said that he owed it several times. If he didn't pay the money for the medicine, he wouldn't give me the medicine. I...I can't help..." Liu Yimian's voice became more and more As he got lower and lower, the last words disappeared between his lips, and Ji Wei, who was standing a few meters away, couldn't hear it at all.

His mind is very confused now, and a lot of memories that do not belong to him poured into his mind, causing him to have a severe pain in his brain, and he took a few steps back and almost fell to the ground.

After a while, it calmed down.

Ji Wei covered his head and asked slowly, word by word, "Are you Liu Yimian?"

Liu Yimian opened her eyes when she heard the words.

He had a small face, round eyes, and looked very well-behaved.

Surprised, his lips parted slightly, looking a little silly.

Ji Wei smiled bitterly, God, even if he wants to die, he has to wait until he touches the trophy before dying. He has worked hard for 20 years, just for the trophy of the world's top West Point competition, but now he has just missed it!

hateful! Sigh! pitful!

Liu Yimian blinked and said cautiously, "Master, are you alright?"

Ji Wei came back to his senses. The original owner of his body was a bully who specially collected protection fees. He had a bad temper and had a bad relationship with many brothers. Because of a fight, he finally passed out with his head knocked on the corner of the table, which made him cheap.

And the young man in front of him is the brother whom the original owner bought back a few years ago.

This so-called brother is far different from any gender in Ji Wei's cognition. He is between men and women, with fertility, a little cinnabar mole between his eyebrows, which is their distinguishing feature.

But compared to women, it is extremely difficult for a brother to conceive. Even if you are pregnant, the danger of giving birth can easily damage both mother and child. Not even one of the ten brothers can give birth to a child, so the price of a brother at Yalang is much lower than that of a woman.

This guy doesn't eat well and looks thin and small. Although he is already fifteen years old, he is not much older than twelve or thirteen years old. However, because he was cheap, he bought it. He thought that he was raising a servant who was very helpful. On weekdays, it was convenient to clean, cook, and manage housework.

It's just that the original owner was irritable, and whenever there was something unsatisfactory, he liked to vent on Liu Yimian. Over time, there were scars all over the boy's body, and he could hardly find a piece of good meat.

Ji Wei, who had fully received the original owner's memory, sighed and walked towards the boy.

But as soon as he approached, Liu Yimian took a few steps back, clutching the corner of his clothes tightly, the corners of his eyes were reddish, like a frightened bird!

"You..." Ji Weiyi was choked and a little helpless, "Don't be afraid, I will never hit you again in the future."

Liu Yimian's whole body was stiff and he didn't dare to move, but he was still in shock, only worried that this was the eve of the storm, and he would torture himself in a different way.

Seeing that he was cautious, Ji Wei said, "You have chopped a lot of firewood. If you are tired, take a rest."

"No, no, I'm not tired!" Liu Yimian shook her head desperately, for fear that Ji Wei would feel lazy, she squatted down suddenly, raised the machete and continued.

But after being hungry for a day, he ran to the town to seek medical treatment for Ji Wei. He was very tired. At this time, his head was dizzy, his hands and feet were soft, and his stomach was still hungry.

Liu Yimian was so ashamed that she almost didn't dare to raise her head, her ears were red, her fingers were pinching her thighs, and she raised her machete again to continue working because of the pain.

"I'm hungry, is there anything else at home?" Ji Wei coughed, Liu Yimian quickly dropped the machete and stepped forward to support his arm.

"There's not much left, a little rice noodles, a few sweet potatoes, and three eggs."

Even these three eggs were sent by Aunt Zhou next door, who saw that he was pitiful.

Helping Ji Wei to the kitchen, Liu Yimian subconsciously walked to the stove and took out the flint to make a fire.

"What are you going to do?" Ji Wei asked standing at the door.