Zhao Yanshu transmigrated into the body of a terrible dad in the 1980s. His five kids were starving, and his predecessor had even sold the family cooking pot to buy liquor. He chopped through the ice to fish, hauled sacks to earn tuition money, and turned his life around with a child-raising System that let him win prizes. His former drinking buddies laughed that he couldn't afford to raise those burdens, but before long, he was buying meat and grain and building a new house. His eldest son's affection climbed back up from minus five hundred, and his little daughter called him Dad every day. His old drinking buddies, green with envy, begged him to take them along. Zhao Yanshu kicked them out. "Get lost. I've got kids to raise."
