After Rebirth, Silly Zhu No Longer Deserves to Be the Wronged Son.

He Yuzhu is dead. On New Year's Eve in 1999, he was squeezed out of his last drop of blood by Qin Huairu's family, thrown out of the house, and killed by a wild dog. After a visit to the underworld, he realized three lives ago that he had been working as a donkey for the Jia family for forty years, which was equivalent to 970,000 working hours. Po Meng sympathized, and Qiankun took him back to 1961. Opening your eyes, there was a knock on the door. Those who called him Silly Zhu in his previous life have changed their names one by one in this life: Yan Fugui has become Silly Gui, Qin Huairu has become a passerby, and the old man cannot speak well. The younger sister had to be taught from scratch, the deaf old lady had to recognize her as a relative, and he stood in the whole hospital meeting while the whole hospital sat. Ten yuan was lost, and the nicknames were given back one by one. He Yuzhu wiped his hands and looked at the braised pork stewed in the pot. In this life, he will make anyone his grandson whoever makes him his scapegoat. The knock on the door came again.