Veterans of the Three Kingdoms: Eighty-One General Killing System

When Zhang Laosan woke up, the sour smell of last night's bad wine still lingered in his mouth. He squinted his eyes, which were filled with goo, and stared at the light-leaking thatched roof above his head. The cool March breeze came in through the cracks in the wall, making him shrink back. The torn linen sheets were thin and hard, almost as if they were covered or not. "Dad, you can't afford it?"