Reborn in the 1980s, I was so poor that I had nothing left but my pants. My wife ran away with her, leaving behind three children waiting to be fed.
I wanted to die, so I gave the last half of the steamed bun to the old monk who was about to starve to death.
But the old monk grabbed my hand and said, "The donor's bones are so unique that he must be a treasure appraiser! Remember, the harder he is beaten, the more accurate the treasure appraiser will be!"
In order to eat enough, I began to beg for food everywhere - the rolling pin from the village king's widow, the steel pipe from the gangsters in the town, the supercilious look from the treasure appraisal expert...
Until one day, I stared at the fiercest bodyguard at the door of the provincial capital auction: "Brother, please beat me to death!"
The bodyguard was dumbfounded, and the whole audience was stunned. I was the only one covering my swollen face and laughing wildly: "Hahaha! Among the piles of 'rags' that no one wants, there is a jade seal passed down from the country!"
