Zhou Jianguo died of illness in a construction shack in 2026. When he opened his eyes, he was back on the day the family split up in 1983.
His mother favored his elder brother, and he was driven out with nothing. His wife and daughters had to live with him in a dilapidated cave dwelling. This time, he wouldn’t take it anymore.
With his woodworking skills, he hunted, made furniture, traded mountain goods, and opened a workshop. He made sure his three daughters ate meat at every meal and moved into the first blue-brick, tiled-roof house in the village.
Troublesome relatives show up to make a scene? He gives as good as he gets. Someone dares say he has no son? His daughters are more precious than anyone else’s boys.
There’s just one thing he hasn’t told anyone: he remembers the flash flood that will hit the mountain behind the village three years from now.
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The numbers are filled in randomly, 30 today and 20 tomorrow.