Gold Finger Arrived

Soon, Zhao Dongchuan tidied up his mood, wiped his face, and rubbed it vigorously as if he was going to “turn over a new leaf.”

After washing his face, Zhao Dongchuan felt a bit more refreshed. He followed the images in his mind and walked by instinct towards the fields managed by the team, where a group of people had already gathered, distributing farm tools.

The leader was a young man in his twenties, dressed in tattered, patched clothes. He looked very much like Sun Shaoping, but with more maturity and steadiness. Years of continuous labor had made his body strong, and his face was tanned dark. He looked like an excellent farmhand at a glance.

“This is Sun Shaoping’s older brother, Sun Shaoan, the captain of the village’s production team one,” Zhao Dongchuan thought to himself.

“Dongchuan, you’re here. Are you alright?” Sun Shaoan asked with concern.

“Brother Shaoan, I’m fine. I fell and fainted for a bit, but I’m much better now,” Zhao Dongchuan replied.

“It’s good that you’re alright. Today, I’ll take you to work. You need to learn well and not be lazy again. Don’t be like my wandering brother-in-law, Wang Manyin, who just wanders around. You won’t find a wife that way.”

As he spoke, Sun Shaoan showed a smile, indistinguishable between a bitter or joyful one. The surrounding villagers, however, burst into laughter. It seemed Zhao Dongchuan’s reputation for being lazy and gluttonous had spread far and wide.

Next, Zhao Dongchuan followed Sun Shaoan to diligently learn farm work. Shaoan was very meticulous in his farming; he explained in detail to Zhao Dongchuan where to pay more attention and where to fertilize.

Zhao Dongchuan was no longer the lazy person he once was. With a positive attitude, he humbly learned, and after a while, he started to look quite competent. This left the onlookers, who had been expecting a show, quite puzzled. It seemed the sun had risen from the west today.

Had this young man from the city changed his ways? How strange! Had he really hit his head?

Sun Shaoan was also a bit surprised. He hadn't held much hope, but the result was unexpectedly good. Although he was still a bit weak, his attitude was completely different from before. If he continued like this, the team would gain a genuinely good laborer.

Shaoan didn't say anything, just watched Zhao Dongchuan finish the assigned tasks. Then he let him do it alone until he was panting and finally finished, only then did he pat Zhao Dongchuan’s shoulder and tell him to rest.

Zhao Dongchuan was also drenched in sweat and completely exhausted. He had truly given his best. He had never done farm work so earnestly in two lifetimes, and it was indeed incredibly tiring.

By this time, most people were also nearing completion. They packed up their tools and started heading back. At this point, no one was giving him dirty looks anymore. Zhao Dongchuan clearly felt that everyone had a bit more acceptance towards him, after all, people in the countryside were still very simple at this time. If you could work hard, that was good.

After finishing the farm work, Zhao Dongchuan was packing up his tools, ready to go home and cook something, when he heard someone shout: “The team is having a big communal meal today, no need to go home to eat!”

Later, Zhao Dongchuan learned that due to the communal pot meals causing the Commune to run at a deficit, it had gradually been discontinued long ago, only occasionally implemented for inspections.

Subsequently, Sun Shaoan led Zhao Dongchuan, each holding their bowls, to queue for food. They ate black flour steamed buns, radishes, and potatoes.

Zhao Dongchuan found this meal particularly sweet and delicious today, and he ate very quickly. The hunger in his stomach was soon filled by a sense of fullness.

Zhao Dongchuan squatted in a corner, eating his meal, watching the farmers and village women chatting and telling dirty jokes nearby, occasionally erupting in laughter. Suddenly, he felt a unique sensation spreading in his heart—a feeling of fulfillment, the happiness and satisfaction that came from holding a bowl and eating after labor.

Just then, a clear female voice suddenly rang out in his mind.

“Ding, congratulations to the host for comprehending the true meaning of life and activating the system.”

“Ding, system soul binding in progress…”

“Ding, binding progress: 1%… 30%… 50%… 80%… 100%, binding successful.”

“Ding, all products from the system are guaranteed to be high-quality. All rights of interpretation belong to this system. System functions are being optimized and adapted, expected to be completed in 72 hours. Please look forward to it.”

Zhao Dongchuan listened, utterly bewildered, feeling incredibly unreal. Was this the benefit of a transmigrator? The standard for a protagonist? Heaven truly rewards transmigrators.

The “golden finger” had finally arrived. He had tried for a long time before with no response, thinking he would have to go through a difficult mode. He never expected such a turnaround, a light at the end of the tunnel.

Zhao Dongchuan was ecstatic, his face unable to hide his foolish grin.

“Hehehe.” (—?)

He almost spat out his food.

Zhao Dongchuan quietly squatted in the corner, grinning foolishly. No one around him paid him any attention; they were all busy eating their own food, occasionally looking up to watch some village men tease the women and tell dirty jokes, letting out inexplicable laughter.

Zhao Dongchuan quickly ate his steamed bun and vegetable soup, wanting to finish quickly and return to his cave dwelling to properly study the correct usage of this system.

After a hasty meal, he bid farewell to Captain Sun Shaoan and a few familiar team members, then Zhao Dongchuan swiftly left, eager to return home.

Back in his cave dwelling, he closed the door and drew the bolt. Zhao Dongchuan sat on the heated brick bed, cross-legged. He closed his eyes and silently called out “System” in his mind.

A faint interface slowly appeared in his mind. The interface was mostly gray at the moment, with a large prompt: “System adapting,” and a progress bar that was slowly moving.

On the left was the taskbar, on the right was the rewards bar, and in the middle was a large roulette wheel, with a draw button below it.

The large roulette wheel had many grids, and the text and images were hazy and unclear. In the upper right corner, there was a system description. Zhao Dongchuan tried to use his mind as a mouse to click on the system description, just like using a computer, and it worked.

Clicking to open the system description, several introductory explanations appeared.

“Welcome to the Myriad Worlds Transmigration Passerby System.”

“Explanation 1: This system will adapt to the fundamental rules of the world the host is in.”

“Explanation 2: This system will randomly issue tasks. Upon completion of tasks, the host will receive a chance to draw.”

“Explanation 3: Draw prizes are not limited to items, skills, magic treasures, cultivation techniques, world cards, etc.”

Note: All rights of interpretation belong to this system. This system only serves as an auxiliary tool for the host, and all consequences shall be borne by the host himself.

Looking at this final note, Zhao Dongchuan was speechless, feeling like there was a catch, yet he couldn't pinpoint where it was. For now, he could only take it one step at a time. After all, having a system was better than not having one. Even if its functions weren't as powerful as he imagined and he ultimately had to rely on himself, it would still be very helpful in the early stages of development.

Zhao Dongchuan quickly adjusted his mindset and calmed his emotions.

At the same time, Zhao Dongchuan vaguely had a guess about this “adapting.” Could it be that this was actually the system invading or opening an energy channel to this world, in order to achieve the effect of intervening in different worlds?

As a young man of the 21st century, he had his own views on such supernatural phenomena, but what the specific principle was, Zhao Dongchuan could not determine at present. For now, he could only wait patiently.