Dressed Like My Dad and Made Him Look Younger, I Took Him to Pick up the Leak and Become the Richest Man

That year, my dad was still worried about not being able to afford a pair of leather shoes. I dress up as his best hair girl I taught him how to identify treasures, led him to pick out leaks, and helped him save his first pot of gold. He patted me on the shoulder and called me "good brother" with gratitude in his eyes. Only I know that in his last life, he secretly sold his blood three times in order to support me in school. This time, let me be the "fool" In the 1990s, I want my dad to be one of the first people to get rich.