[Transmigrate to a Period Setting] [Pocket Dimension] [Treasure Hunting] [Family Life] [Zany Feel-Good Story] [Face-Slapping] [Romance]
My dad was found collapsed from hunger at my grandma's doorstep.
Later, everyone in the village said he was faking it.
My dad said, "Half and half."
He claimed he'd fled a famine, but his hands were those of a scholar.
He said he'd never studied, yet his handwriting was more elegant than the town teacher's.
When a pig went missing from the village, he found it in one night. When an old ram wandered off, he followed its hoofprints and brought it back.
When a widow's shoe was stitched strangely, he crouched there for forty-seven days and brought down a gang's hideout.
The more the whole village watched him, the more they thought: This man is no ordinary person.
My mother was the boss of Zaomugou. She could carry half a pig and chase off young thugs with her tears.
In public, she looked as if a breeze could knock her over. Behind closed doors, she'd sell someone with tears in her eyes, and they'd even help her count the money.
Later, our whole family moved to Beijing and settled in a courtyard house with five levels of treasure buried beneath it.
My dad guarded something no one knew about, keeping watch over it for forty years.
Under his pillow, he still had an old key no one had ever seen.
It took me half my life to piece the secret together.
We dug for treasure, battled the neighbors, and turned pickled vegetables into a big business.
My dad had a keen eye, my mom handled the rough stuff, and one word from Grandma decided everything. As for me, Tang Hao, I watched the fun.
Someone asked who my dad really was.
My dad said, "Half and half."
[Fictional Period Setting, Parallel World. Historical accuracy not guaranteed.]
