Yang Bailiu Picked up from Under the Old Poplar Tree

Unlucky people are born in the twelfth lunar month. The old man said that I was picked up from under an old poplar tree on a snowy day in the twelfth lunar month, so my surname is Yang. My name is Yang Bailiu. "Bailiu" was considered bad luck in ancient times. Yes, the old man said I was an unlucky child. He was thrown under a tree when he was born. He didn't have a full meal for three months on weekdays. He stumbled with his left foot and hit his right foot when going out, and his head would be knocked on a stone. If you are poisoned every three days, your legs will be broken in two days, and your body will bleed every day. I have no companions, no relatives or friends, dogs stay away from me for three feet, and magpies never come within three miles of me. Fortunately, I still have the old man. I love life very much and am very satisfied with my current life. If I make a wish, I hope that life can give me a sesame seed cake, and I can exchange it for anything. It doesn't have to be hot, just cold. I want the old man to taste the deliciousness of sesame cakes again. The last time I ate sesame seed cakes was six years ago. I sacrificed half my life to get it. I was ten years old at that time, and the old man said that I almost died at the age of ten. But the sesame biscuits that time were really delicious. The old man and I each had half of them. The old man cried while eating them. He said the sesame biscuits were so delicious that people couldn't help crying. I smiled happily and said that the old man was not ashamed.