Xiao Ke stumbled. He had stayed in the provincial capital for twelve years. On the day he was kicked out of the museum, his wife slapped the divorce agreement on the table. He carried two boxes of old materials back to his hometown in Northern Jiangsu. The village party secretary Meng Tiezhu came to the door and said that some riverbank land in the village was going to be used as a pig pen. Xiao Ke flipped through the county annals at hand and discovered that sixty years ago that place was the Salt Canal Wharf. Others thought he was crazy, but only Shu Wan knew that he smelled money in those yellowed pages. Two days later, Xiao Ke took action. The whole town exploded. Qi Demao held a tea cup and told him that young people should not be too greedy. Xiao Ke said that my biggest problem is that I have a too good memory.
