When he opened his eyes, Huo Tingyuan became a useless widower in the 1970s, with a skinny three-year-old girl lying on the kang.
His daughter called him daddy - and he acknowledged it.
The eldest uncle and sister-in-law kicked down the door to snatch the baby, but he coldly forced her to retreat. Twenty kilograms were deducted from the grain distribution, and he was slapped in the face when he reconciled the accounts in public. He separated and moved out of the house. He carried his daughter on his back and lived in a leaky shabby house. One day, he built walls and a kang roof, transforming his home back into a new one.
With the spiritual spring in hand, the rough man protects his daughter, repairs plows and strikes iron to support his family.
But there is an old account in his heart - the death of his deceased wife, and the words in the account have not yet been explained.
In this life, no one can lay a finger on his daughter.
