Sha Zhu: I Won’t Be the Sucker of This Courtyard Anymore

He Yuzhu wakes up in a snowy night in 1965, the winter when his father had just run off with a widow, his sister was picking up coal scraps in cotton shoes with the toes worn through, and the “good Samaritans” in the courtyard were scheming to deprive him of his last bite of food. The wretched memory of dying beneath a bridge in his previous life is still vivid. This time, he eyes the new sole nailed onto Yi Zhonghai's shoe and suddenly smiles. “First Master, why don't you hand over the money orders you signed for me?”