Old Li Returns to 1988, Cuts Off His Family in a Frenzy, and Builds a Better Life

In his previous life, he worked himself to the bone to see his seven children settled and successful. When he was paralyzed and bedridden, they locked him in a drafty woodshed. As flames engulfed him, his ungrateful children folded their arms and watched coldly, hoping he would die soon!

Li Deshan breathed his last, then opened his eyes again to find himself back in 1988, beside the redwood table. His third son was shamelessly demanding that he pay 300 yuan toward furniture for his brother-in-law. The fiery temper of an eighth-grade master craftsman exploded. He grabbed his heavy wooden Luban ruler and swung it full force into his unfilial son's cheek, sending blood spraying from his mouth. Want to suck your old man's blood? I'll break every one of your dog bones first!

He jumped on his old Flying Pigeon bicycle and raced to intercept his wife, rescuing her at the gates of death just as she was about to tumble into a sewage pit. Then he grabbed a piece of white chalk and wrote up the past four years' accounts on a brick wall, forcing his unfilial son to cough up every last coin of the 3,135 yuan he'd taken from their coffin fund! His eldest daughter-in-law put on airs and complained the vegetables were too salty?