Rebirth 1983. When I opened my eyes, I was pointed at my nose and scolded, "I'm a waste of time studying." Zhao Dezhu just wanted to support his family by hunting - let his father eat white flour steamed buns, and let his mother bask in the sun peacefully even after she stopped taking medicine for coughing up blood. But the people in the village didn't know that underneath this good-for-nothing man squatting on the threshold and chewing raw sweet potatoes, there was hidden the skills of a military king and a nineteen-year-old grandmaster for three lifetimes.
Three lifetimes. What I couldn't understand in my previous life, I will make up for it in this life.
