Qian Tu Boundless [Rebirth]

There were constant roaring sounds in his ears, and Qian Xin only felt that his whole body was depressing, making him crazy.

"Gudu... gudu..."

He struggled unconsciously with his hands and feet, but found that the soles of his feet were always floating, and his hands couldn't grasp anything.

"Gudu... gudu..."

He obviously wanted to call for help, but found that the coldness entering his mouth and nose accelerated him into a desperate situation. The second he lost consciousness, Qian Xin's pupils shrank suddenly, and finally closed unwillingly.

There seemed to be a series of electric currents rushing into the brain, crackling and exploding continuously, and a slightly heavy force came from the back from time to time, which could not be restrained, and a stream of muddy water choked out from the throat.

When he opened his eyes again, Qian Xin put his hands on the ground reflexively, broke free from the restraints on his feet, lay down on the ground and coughed desperately, and the consciousness in his mind gradually returned in the process—is he saved?

How can it be? !

How could a person whose head was cut off and thrown into the center of the sea be rescued! !

He clearly remembered the moment when his head flew out, the sky was so blue, and how panic he felt when he fell into the water.

But... what happened to the familiar voice in my ear?

"Tuzi, Tuzi, what's the matter with you? The watch scares grandma..."

Dead people can... dream?

No, not a dream.

Qian Xin touched his intact neck, shook his head vigorously, and turned his head mechanically to look at the source of the sound.

It was an old woman in a dark blue patchwork suit.

The old woman's head was wrapped in white cloth to form a hollow hat, and her wrinkled face was full of worry.

"Grandma, grandma? Grandma!"

His pupils widened suddenly, and Qian Xin got up from the ground with all his might, trying to hold the old man in his arms, but was surprised to find that... something seemed wrong with his altitude?

Only hugged to the thigh? !

Somewhat puzzled, Qian Xin let go of the old man. Looking at the intact hand in front of him, Qian Xin froze.

This is a pair of hands with slightly dry and yellowish skin and slender fingers. The important thing is that these hands are very complete, different from the residual fingers that I have been with for more than ten years.

Suddenly, the small black mole on the left-handed tiger's hand fell into Qian Xin's eyes, and he rushed to the nearby fishing pond. When the people around him realized it, he was half lying on the side of the pond, looking into the water with his head propped up.

The surface of the water was still a bit muddy, but it didn't prevent him from seeing clearly the figure printed on the surface. It was a slightly childish face, staring at him in disbelief.

"Ha, ha ha, ha ha ha ha, labor and capital Qian Sanjin is back!" Qian Xin smiled presumptuously.

He was sure that he came back alive again. After being killed by the pair of sluts, for unknown reasons, he came back to life when he was seven years old and fell into the pond.

"Haha...ha..." The laughter stopped abruptly. Before Qian Xin could figure out how to kill the pair of sluts, he suddenly found that his body had been emptied—the hand on his waist made the He was a little out of breath, had to stop his insolent laughter, turned his attention back to reality, and looked around.

It was his uncle Qian Guanghua who was walking with him, still with a horse face and white hair, and beside him was Qian Zhongshi, Qian's grandma who raised her hands and helped him all the way, and kept chanting Qian Tu's nickname.

Qian Xin also wanted to respond, but unfortunately her strength was exhausted, and she wanted to signal with her eyes, but in Grandma Qian's eyes, she just rolled her eyes and asked Qian Guanghua in fright, "Uncle, is this child being haunted? "

Finally gathering a bit of strength, Qian Xin raised his head with difficulty, rubbed his forehead, and explained: "Grandma, I'm fine, I was just too happy just now, let uncle let me down."

Uncle Qian paused, and Grandma Qian asked tremblingly, "Tu, Tuzi, you, your voice, is it weird?"

Qian Xin was also taken aback. He had been out of town for too long. Even though his voice could not be changed due to restrictions, his accent was somewhat different.

Thinking of this, Qian Xin hastened to make amends: "Grandma, what's the matter with me, let uncle let me down quickly."

As soon as these words came out, the other two breathed a sigh of relief. Uncle Qian hurriedly put him on the ground and said, "Tuzi, what did you just say that the former three golds are back again? What do you mean?"

The corner of Qian Xin's mouth twitched, how could he answer this.

Could it be that he said that when he was 16 years old, he met a master who told him that he should have been rich all his life, but his luck was ruined by a bad name.

Then, Qian Tu, who made a fool of money, became Qian Xin from then on.

Well, that master was right. Ever since he changed his name, Qian Xin really had some shit luck. He gradually changed his luck from a waste picker to a big real estate boss and the boss of Chenxin Company.

It's a pity that the period of wealth and honor in this life is too short, only 32 years.

Grandma Qian saw her grandson standing there blankly with a sauce-purple face, she was a little unhappy and pushed Qian Guanghua, "Guanghua, what are you asking? Didn't you see Tuzai fainted? Hurry up and take him to the room, I will wash him Wash and change clothes, let him have a good rest."

Qian Guanghua didn't get entangled anymore when he heard it, he just thought it was the child talking nonsense, he quickly obeyed the command and carried him to the room.

Because of the proper posture this time, Qian Xin no longer struggled, and lay comfortably on his uncle's shoulder, dozing off and thinking about life.

As a result, this thought went directly to the next day.

The old man was a light sleeper, and Grandma Qian got up at about five o'clock, and Qian Tu also woke up at the slightest movement because he went to bed early the day before. He didn't get up immediately, but lay on the bed thinking about what to do next. Do something.

First of all, you have to throw away the broken name given by the great monk and restore his money.

A cheap name is easy to support, maybe it was because he changed his name too boldly in his previous life that he suffered misfortune.

Of course, it also has a little bit to do with his ignorance and arrogance.

Then, force is very important, otherwise, if you meet some gangsters, you will be beaten to a disability, kidnapped, and you will not even have the strength to fight back.

I remember that his second uncle loves to practice, regardless of whether it is true or not, at least his body is indeed much better than ordinary people.

If he followed the practice, he would be able to help his grandma even more when he was in good health, at least he wouldn't let her suffer like in her previous life, and in the end she died because of high blood pressure, a disease of wealth.

Thinking of this, Qian Tu turned over and got out of bed, and after a simple wash, he thought about going to help Grandma Qian.

As for the pair of sluts who killed him, it's best to pray that they don't appear in front of him in this life, otherwise they will have to kill them if they have no intention of doing calculations.

After eating the food that Grandma Qian had heated up in the pot, Qian Tu ran to the storage room, intending to find a good hoe.

Koizumi Village in 90 was still very poor. Even though the price of kiwi fruit grown in the village was not low, there were regular people who came to buy it, but the actual benefits were still not high because of the harsh conditions of the fruit sold.

Qian Tu's family also planted dozens of acres of kiwi fruit, but since his parents went out to work, only he and Grandma Qian, the old and the young, were left at home. Grandma Qian takes good care of the few acres of land she owns, and earns several hundred yuan a year.

This time, it was the weeding season, and Grandma Qian always went to the back of the house with a hoe early in the morning. Qian Tu was too late to help, but now she can no longer be like before.

However, as soon as he came to the storage room, Qian Tu's face turned dark.

He had a good idea, so he helped Grandma Qian weed with a good hoe, but when he saw the hoe in front of him, which was not tall enough for him, Qian Tu remembered that he was only seven years old at this time!