Seizing the Pearl of Luck: from Farmer to Family Ascension

From a peasant boy to a rising family The dark night was like a rag soaked in ink, pressing heavily on the earth. The heavy rain whipped the muddy official road like a whip, splashing turbid water, which quickly merged into rapids, rushing through the deep ruts. The air was filled with the smell of earth, the musty smell of rotting vegetation, and the lingering smell of livestock. An old mule cart was stuck in the mud, half of its wheels buried in it. The mule pulling the cart was huffing and puffing, and no matter how loud the whip was with its handlebar head, it was just scratching its hooves in vain, splashing more mud. "Hey! Work harder! You lazy beast!" Lao Wang shouted, his head and throat splitting, and rainwater flowed down his face with crisscrossed grooves, mixed with beads of sweat. Li Xuan jumped out of the car silently, pressing his shoulders against the soaked and cold car board. The cold rain dripped down the edge of his broken bamboo hat and into his neck, making him shiver. He gritted his teeth, and the veins on his exposed arms popped out. His feet were muddy, and every time he exerted force, he felt that his whole leg was going to be sucked into the damn mud. Fifteen years, exactly fifteen years! From the beginning of his ignorant "reincarnation" with a hint of absurd expectation, to the current look of a escort man with thick joints, dark skin, and muddy water, he seemed to have been pressed hard by fate and rubbed repeatedly in the mud. Cultivation? Immortality? Those unattainable dreams have long been worn away by the ten years of living in the open air and licking blood from the blade of an escort, leaving only this damn broken car stuck in the mud in front of me and the burning pain in my shoulders.