In his previous life, He Yuzhu raised the Jia family's three children, only to be driven out into a snowstorm in his old age and freeze to death beneath a bridge.
The person who chased away the wild dogs and wrapped his body in a straw mat was none other than Xu Damao, his lifelong rival.
When he opened his eyes again, he was back on the night of his high fever in 1958. The Jia family mother and son were waiting outside his door with a steel screwdriver, discussing how to take his room and money and drive He Yushui away.
He Yuzhu grabbed the door bar and flung open the door. "Want to feast on the He family's last heir? Leave your teeth behind first."
Yi Zhonghai tried to pressure him with talk of filial support and morality, so He Yuzhu beat him up and demanded compensation. The Jia family played poor and pitiful, so he cut off both their lunchboxes and their wages. When greedy neighbors reached out to take advantage, he settled every account, household by household.
To everyone else, he was the living King of Hell, the man who made the courtyard's wicked neighbors take the long way around. Behind closed doors, he boiled eggs for his sister, warmed the brick bed, and saved up her school fees.
Xu Damao stared blankly at the heap of meat dishes. "Zhuzi, you're not planning to set me up, are you?"
He Yuzhu tapped his lunchbox. "Cut the nonsense. I owed you a straw mat in my last life. This time, I'll treat you to meat and help you make a fortune."
In this life, He Yuzhu put away all his kindness and made sure he and his sister had meat at every meal. Whoever dared mess with him would have their ashes scattered!
