Fo San suffered from a stutter when he was very young. So much so that if I say a sentence from dawn to dusk, the problem is that it is not finished yet. Finally, because my grandma "doesn't care" and my uncle "doesn't love" me, I ran away from home with a small baggage on my back. . . Three years later, he came back dejectedly, opened a small shop, put up a sign, and set off a few firecrackers. "A Word for a Thousand Gold" was officially opened. But for how exactly, please see the author's mental structure diagram.