Farming in Ancient Times: From Spendthrift to the Family's Pillar

His soul transmigrates into the body of a wastrel drowning in gambling debts. His legs have been broken, his wife and child are starving, and the whole village is waiting to laugh at him. When Zhao Lei wakes, Lady Liu is huddled in a corner with their five-year-old son, after crying all night. Loan sharks are at the door demanding payment. His own father slams the table and throws him out, while the family division papers declare: "No support in life, no burial in death." Everyone in the village says the fourth son of the Zhao family is finished. But they don't know that the body now houses a soul carrying memories of the modern world. From scraping a living out of three barren mu of land to using a pot of white sugar to open the gates of the county seat; From a wastrel everyone despises to owning ten thousand mu of fertile fields, businesses across three provinces, and a reputation worthy of a local sage; From a pauper begging on his knees for a few more days to having every prefect in the province arrive with a calling card. Forty years later, he stands on the terrace of his own estate and looks back: behind him are his honored wife, Lady Liu; a son who passed the imperial examinations as a young man; a bookish daughter; generations of descendants; and lights shining in countless homes. The fire in the hearth of that dilapidated hut never went out. In a nutshell: From a broken shack to ten thousand mu of farmland, from a wastrel with broken legs to a family hailed as saints, over forty years he turns the words "Get out" into a golden plaque of honor.