After graduating in 1985 and losing his job, Li Ping'an returned to his hometown in Northeast China to lie down and worry about the broken sauce jar left by his grandmother.
On the day he opened the tank, he fished out a gold-threaded nanmu waistband and immediately died - he was ridiculed by the entire Internet as "the number one fool in the Northeast" and became the laughing stock of the small town.
Until midnight, there was a clanking sound coming from the sauce vat. When he looked out, he saw endless gold and silver jewelry!
He reached out to grab it, but his wrist was grabbed tightly by a cold, rough hand!
An old and excited voice came from the opposite side: "Li Sihai, the unworthy descendant, pays homage to our ancestors! Please ask our ancestors to reward our grandson with a mouthful of salt. The soldiers at the border... Are suffering!"
Li Ping'an was confused: I don't even have a girlfriend, how can I become an ancestor?
When others are pouring high technology into ancient times, we Northeastern men are directly pulling out the firewood:
"People in ancient times couldn't afford to eat? They were short of salt and iron? Our ancestors made arrangements for you!"
Two yuan a bag of iodized salt can be exchanged for a courtyard house in the Second Ring Road of Beijing!
Fifty cents a piece of antipyretic medicine, in exchange for the loyal allegiance of the entire nomadic tribe!
Many years later, when Li Ping'an established a business empire spanning two dimensions and had a presence all over the world, he always liked to brag to his brothers:
"Our journey begins with Erliang Jiang! Come on, it's all in the wine, let's do it!"
