There is a kind of poverty that even our ancestors cannot look directly at.
The five steamed buns used to worship ancestors during the Qingming Festival were borrowed from neighbors and burned with paper money picked up on the road.
The touching filial piety made the ancestors cry bitterly.
"Grandson, I don't keep a low profile anymore. I confess. The Baizhou Mountains belong to our family. You go patrol the mountains and collect rent. If anyone doesn't give it to you, tell your ancestors."
Su Tu held the map and couldn't believe that the Baizhou Mountains, which accounted for half of the lower spirit world, actually belonged to his family! ! !
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
