On the day he was kicked out by a wealthy family, the whole village was laughing.
When I returned to my old house in the countryside, all that was left was half an acre of wasteland and the dilapidated notes left by my grandmother.
On a full moon night, the vegetable garden glows. The seeds disappeared and were replaced by a piece of blood-stained cloth:
"Is there any food left? Three hundred people are waiting to live. - Wei"
Later, I used modern seeds to feed three thousand remnants of the army, exchanged antique jades for money, and grew from nothing to a fortune worth tens of millions.
I thought that was all - until I dug up a letter in the vegetable garden.
My handwriting, dated eighteen hundred years ago. The letter read: "Brother Xiao, I am not afraid of death, I am afraid that you will forget me."
The general who guarded the city for me for eighteen hundred years, and the wealthy family who kicked me out of my home—I want to settle this account together.
