As soon as Su Mu opened his eyes, he arrived in the 1960s, and his identity was the posthumous son of a carpenter in a construction factory. The family was so poor that he was worked as a laborer and didn't even have a decent house. But he didn't panic - he went to the ghost market in the middle of the night and exchanged white flour for white potatoes, fine grains for coarse grains, and the difference was profit. Carrying flour at the grain station and eating fire at the morning market, he saved money and tickets by running small businesses. When you save enough, marry a down-to-earth wife and share a room, your life will be worth it.
