Ever since I can remember, I've been Chen Ergou, a worthless nobody in the mud. My father was bedridden on the kang, our home was bare, and getting bullied, having my medicine money stolen, getting my head shoved into the snow, and being forced to kneel were all part of everyday life.
They said I was a toothless dog, fit only to be trampled. I endured it to the bone, afraid to fight back or go near the light, afraid of bringing trouble to the only family I had, afraid we might lose even our broken shack.
But when my brother's fingers were chopped off and my own dignity was ground into the dirt, I learned that enduring it would never keep me alive.
No System, no powerful patron dropping from the sky, no overnight comeback.
You have to grow your own teeth, one bite at a time. You have to carve your own path, one bloodied step at a time.
From hauling scrap metal in the shantytown, to keeping night watch at a coal mine where blood was spilled, to lying low while keeping the books at a casino, I have brothers at my side who would risk their lives for me, and people I can't read hiding in the shadows.
I don't want to rule the world or do evil. I only want to protect the people I care about and become someone no one dares mess with.
In this world, every step up from the bottom is a walk along a blade's edge. But one day, I will grow fangs of my own from the ashes.
I finished reading it in one day. It's really good. It's like an autobiography. I saw that it's from Shanxi in the north. The protagonist is smart, neither intellectual nor muddled. I like this style. Please write it quickly. You can see true and false