C1 Oil Transmission

When Liu Di was 43 years old, he still didn't achieve anything. He had been an employee of the mechanical power plant for more than 20 years and lived a life of nine to five years.

He got himself a production quality inspector when he was thirty. He looked good, but he was just a supervising officer in a small shop." Over the next decade or so, a cup of tea and a newspaper in a small office came to pass.

In these ten years, he himself would think about it. There were so many bankrupt and reorganized SOEs, why didn't they have their own power plant? If they did that, they might be laid off and they might have a different kind of life. Of course, that was just a thought. After thinking about it, he always had a smile on the corner of his mouth. It was still better to be an iron rice bowl! Droughts and floods will ensure that food and clothing are collected without worry.

In fact, when he was 33 years old, Liu Di also fought with vigor. He wanted to take another step forward, but he lost.

At the age of thirty-five, he fought again. After killing off the last bit of his ambition, he gave up. It was still nine to five every day, so he had plenty of time to do some small things.

As a science student, he had a strong interest in woodworking tweezers. Plus, he didn't have much motivation to continue, so his popularity was exceptionally good.

Someone had a TV refrigerator, or something was wrong with the sewer. Even the new house decoration, everyone likes to find Liu Gong to come up with an idea, give a suggestion, anyway is not free.

Liu Gong himself also had a sense of accomplishment and was not tired of it.

In almost every unit, there was a person like this. They know everything but nothing. It is commonly referred to affectionately as the oil of myriad gold.

The days passed just like this, until the sick bed died. Not that he had much to mourn when he looked back on his life. However, he had spent his whole life in peace and joy. Wasn't this also a type of happiness?

However, as the saying goes, the heavens cannot foresee the future. One day that year, on the way to work. His mind was still working on an innovative style of a handmade shoe cabinet at home, when he was knocked off his feet by the opposite dump truck. He was forty-three and a half years old.

Left behind his mother's wife and a good eight-year-old daughter.

A New View of Life

This was a village surrounded by mountains, surrounded by towering mountains that reached into the clouds. Hundreds of wooden houses were located at the foot of the mountain, and a winding river flowed through the village.

The high mountain blocked the cold, and there were no traces of winter in the whole village. It was still the green grass and wild flowers in front of his house.

The wild boar and wild deer meat hanging under the eaves indicated the wealth of these farmers. Occasionally, the barking of dogs and the chirping of chickens could be heard, adding to the tranquility and tranquility of this remote place. It was truly a paradise.

Liu Di was sitting on a big rock on the mountainside with a piece of dogtail grass in the corner of his mouth as he looked down at the village.

This was the first time he had had the mood to enjoy the scenery after teleporting here for ten days.

He vaguely remembered going to work at that time. In his mind, he constantly opened and assembled the shoe cabinet that he had designed himself. Then, with a bang, the shoe cabinet broke into pieces.

When he woke up, he found himself lying on a black wooden bed in an extremely simple and crude wooden house. He had turned into a thin and frail twelve-year-old boy.

After Liu Di gritted his teeth and calmed down, he slowly started to feel the memories of the youth. After knowing that the teenager's name was Liu Di, everyone in the village called him a stone. Both his parents died since he was young, and it was said that something happened while they were hunting in the mountains.

This village was called Peach Village, and most of the villagers were hunters. A myriad of surnames meant that this was not an ordinary clan village.

However, even though this was the case, the two hundred people were as close as a family in the village. Because his parents had died early, his neighbors had taken turns taking care of him, raising him from the age of two to twelve.

The young man's memory was as simple as water, it only took Liu Di half an hour to figure it out.

Then, his memories came flooding in like floodwaters. Immediately, tears streamed down his face.

In his heart, he guessed that he had transmigrated. After so many years of idle lives, Liu Di had read a lot of random novels. There were quite a few transcendent-type girls, and they had once seen the stunning beauty after he transmigrated.

But when this really happened, he didn't even think about it anymore. There were only memories, endless memories.

His mother, who was 70 years old, his gentle and virtuous wife, and his daughter, who would stick to him after work every day. She would even sit on his shoulder when he went out at the age of 8. The sweet voice of her little mouth calling out to her father was still resounding in her ears.

Liu Di forced himself to calm down and slowly composed himself. Then he lay down on the black wooden bed for three days.

In these three days, dozens of people came to visit him. Fortunately, he had the memories of his youth, so the people who came to visit him did not give him too much of a strange feeling.

Of them, Sixth Aunt had left the deepest impression on her. It made him think of his mother from his past life. The love in his eyes couldn't stop.

Liu Di, as an old man in his forties, could not help but sniff and burst into tears. She scared the Sixth Aunt so badly that she thought he was in severe pain. She kept asking him where the pain was! This caused Liu'er to feel extremely embarrassed.

There was also a little girl who came over eighteen times during these three days. She had a round face and big eyes. It was Ye Er, nine years old.

To be honest, Ye Er did not look like his daughter at all. However, no matter how Liu Di looked at her, she resembled his daughter very much. During these three days, Liu Di had touched the girl's little head countless times, although he had always been strongly opposed by Ye Er.

In these three days, Liu Di had also sorted out all the clues and accepted this reality.

He knew that he had crossed over to a strange place. All he had to do was watch, think, and talk. He slowly blended into the surrounding environment.

In the next few days, Liu Di just wandered around every day, going from house to house.

Familiar with their language and customs. Liu Di found that the language here wasn't too different from what he had read in his previous life. Even though the language here was slightly stiff, Liu Di was able to practice fluently after hiding in the cabin for a few nights.

Since he was already here, he might as well take care of it. After sleeping on the hard wooden bed for ten days. Liu Di finally thought of a change as the wooden board felt extremely uncomfortable when it slept. Liu Di felt that he should start moving now, using his specialty to do a soft Xi Mengsi.

So today, he climbed the mountainside, using the mountain's lush grass to weave his own Simmons.

After climbing up the huge rock, he overlooked the whole village.

After a while, Liu Di was ready to come back to finish his dream.

Suddenly, from the east side of the mountain passage, the rumble of hooves could be heard. From the distance, he saw dozens of riders raising a cloud of dust as they rode towards the village.

Liu Di knew that the hunters had returned.