[Period] + [Dad raising kids] + [Building a fortune] + [Face-slapping and punishing scum] + [Terrible relatives]
"Zhao Xiaoming, you jinx! You got your wife killed, and now you want to cling to this ramshackle house? Take those two brats and get out of the Zhao family, while you still can!"
His uncle's family barged in, ready to seize the last mud-brick house his parents had left him. The baby in his arms was only three days old. His three-year-old daughter, Duoduo, tugged on his clothes and looked up at him with her little voice: "Daddy, Duoduo isn't scared."
The whole village was waiting to see how this "doomed, short-lived widower" would raise two helpless little children. But they didn't know that the cloudiness had already cleared from Zhao Xiaoming's eyes.
He wouldn't go through the hardships of his last life again. He would repay his daughter and son tenfold, a hundredfold, for everything he'd owed them before.
As for those "dear relatives" who had walked all over him, he had this to say: "Uncle, you want to talk about family now? Too late."
From gathering herbs in the mountains to making his own braised snacks, from setting up a stall at the village entrance to opening a factory in town, from moving out of a mud-brick house into a modern villa, Zhao Xiaoming carried his baby and held his daughter's hand as he forged a path to change his fate in this golden age.
Are those terrible relatives jealous? Coming over to cause trouble? Bring it on. The one thing Zhao Xiaoming has in abundance in this life is the ability to slap them in the face.
