I starved to death in a dilapidated rental house, with no one to care about my five children.
When I was reborn and returned to the age of forty, my wife was still there and my children were still young.
In my previous life, I dug out my heart, lungs, and dried my bones and blood to support them, but I ended up like this.
In this life, I put away all my motherly feelings.
"Want to eat meat? Earn your own work points."
"Want new clothes? Let's talk after you get first in the exam."
The selfish boss was sent to the construction site to move bricks, and the supercilious third son was thrown into the countryside to jump in line.
My wife and I took the remaining children and built the factory step by step, starting from cardboard boxes.
When my children knelt under the pomegranate tree and begged me for forgiveness, I waved my cattail leaf fan and smiled:
"Get away from me, don't block my sunshine.
