The beggar grandpa choked to death after eating meat buns.
Just before he died, he said that a dowry was buried for me under the peach tree at the entrance of the village.
I took it out and saw that it was just a broken wooden bowl and a wordless little book.
I was so angry that I kicked the bowl away and it rolled behind the door.
One day, when I came back from begging for food, I lowered my head, closed the door, and kicked over the broken bowl.
A pile of copper coins poured out of the bowl.
I'm rich!
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
