He Yuzhu died.
On New Year's Eve in 1999, Qin Huairu's family drained his last drop of blood, threw him out of the house, and left him to be eaten by wild dogs.
It was only after a trip through the underworld, before the Three Lives Stone, that he learned the truth: forty years as a donkey for the Jia family had amounted to 970,000 work hours.
Out of pity, Lady Meng gave him a Qiankun clasp and sent him back to 1961.
He opened his eyes. Someone was knocking at the door.
Those who'd called him Silly Zhu in his previous life changed their tune one by one: Yan Fugu was now Silly Gui, Qin Huairu became a nobody, and the First Master no longer had the final say.
He'd have to teach his younger sister from scratch, and become sworn family with Deaf Granny. At the compound-wide meeting, he stood while everyone else sat.
He paid ten yuan in compensation, and one nickname after another came back to haunt him.
He Yuzhu wiped his hands and looked at the braised pork simmering in the pot.
In this life, anyone who tried to make a sucker out of him would end up calling him Grandpa.
The knocking at the door sounded again.
This book is very nice
It looks good. There are no messy golden fingers or spaces.
See the true nature of human nature
Okay, I have read many Siheyuan movies, and what you wrote is true.
Ok ok ok