Before him stood a dilapidated woodshed.
Perhaps no one would have imagined that such a ramshackle place could be a home treasured by people struggling desperately through life, a place where a lonely mother and two young children could barely shelter from the wind and rain.
By the time Dai Yunze realized he had transmigrated and become a baby, he was already a year old in this world.
At first, he had enjoyed a life of fine clothes and sumptuous food.
But just one year later, he had moved into this woodshed, where he, his mother, and his younger brother of the same age depended on one another to survive.
Initially, the abrupt plunge in their circumstances had left him struggling to catch up.
Until one day, when he and his brother had shared only a single coarse steamed bun all day, while their mother had not even had a drop of water, he understood that he had to do something to keep himself and his brother from starving to death.
Especially after he saw a servant in the residence summon an axe out of thin air one day, connected it with his brother's name, and realized exactly what kind of world he was in, he dared not slack off.
For a long time after that, he thought about and put into practice ways to keep his brother fed and help him grow up healthier.
Because their family's only chance of turning their fortunes around rested almost entirely on his brother.
Of course, since he and his brother shared the same bloodline, he should have been capable of it too. But he was, after all, an unknown variable in this world, and even he could not be sure what sort of martial soul he would awaken at six.
If it