On the fourth day after returning to his old house in the mountain village, Song Yan discovered that the cellar in his yard had changed. The rotten wooden ladder that I used to hide and seek in my childhood led to ninety-nine identical black iron cabins. In the first room, a key that could understand dogs' words was revealed, in the second room hung a tattered rag that showed the price of spiritual stones, and in the third room... He hadn't been able to open it yet.
These days, picking up leaks is not easy. When he was reborn, he pretended to be a pig and ate the tiger, broke off the engagement and was slapped in the face. He was bullied every day by the white-eyed wolf cousin of his third uncle's family, and was criticized by his mean aunt who criticized his father and mother. Song Yan looked at the "Red Carp Reservoir Redemption Ticket" in his hand - it was cut from the wall of the third cabin in the cellar, and the date was today thirty years later.
"What will be the jackpot number of the lottery thirty years from now? Can I just play the slot machine in my dream?" When everyone was laughing at this unlucky guy who had even defrauded his ancestral homestead, he was a waste. Song Yan picked up a broken tile from the Eastern Han Dynasty and ran to the appraisal center in the provincial capital. The first thing he said was: "Boss, are you sure this thing is cooked? I mean, is it true?"
One sentence left the big-headed appraiser at the counter dumbfounded, and then the world's top auction house called late at night. The treasure of the city museum was smashed as a broken jar. The poor boy who was said to have killed his whole family was suddenly surrounded by foreign forces armed with live ammunition. The cellar light came on for the third time.
