Chen Shouren spent his whole life working tirelessly without complaint, like an old ox. He breathed his last in a lonely nursing home, watching helplessly as his unfilial children divided up his property, leaving only his wife’s tears behind. When he opened his eyes again, he was back at his sixtieth birthday banquet. His children were arguing until their faces reddened over who should pay for his care. This time, he would not stay silent. He would not only keep a firm grip on his money and save his wife’s life, but also take up the authority of a father and prune these crooked “trees” one by one, setting them straight.
