Thanks for the invitation. I was in southern Xinjiang and had just left the palace.
After three years of severe drought, everyone in the village fled. I was so hungry that my chest pressed against my back and I asked my silly old man: "Dad, why did we come to the capital?"
He looked mysterious: "Let me find you a mother."
Later I found out that he was not looking for an ordinary mother.
He took me, a dragster, to do tricks all the way. With a thick skin and a set of ultimate theories of "marriage across classes", he actually got into the royal court of Southern Xinjiang and became the Queen's fifth husband.
Others eat soft rice while kneeling, but my father eats soft rice standing up, and the queen has to feed it to her mouth herself.
The queen died in battle, leaving behind a huge inheritance and a young prince, surrounded by tigers and wolves, with swords facing each other.
Everyone thought that our country father and son were doomed.
Unexpectedly, my father patted my head and said, "Son, watch carefully. Soft rice is so hard to eat."
From fleeing the famine to overseeing the regency, he allowed me to witness with my own eyes how to achieve the ultimate class counterattack by "eating soft food".
The fastest shortcut to transcending social classes and acquiring wealth is always marriage, and it has been true throughout the ages - this is what my father, Xu Rufeng, taught me throughout his life.
Intention: As long as you are worthy of heaven and earth, the process is not important