The spoiled young master Ye Shaoqing transmigrated and found himself in ancient times, as the son of a ruined family.
One thatched hut, three cracked bowls, an empty stomach, and no rice to cook.
A frail six-year-old child kneeling at his feet, and a sickly concubine standing beside him.
Outside, his uncles watched like tigers, waiting for him to kick the bucket.
[Bleep!] All of you, get lost!
[Bleep!] One kick isn't enough? Then have two!
[Bleep!] Take good care of my son and concubine!
Private property. Hands off, strangers.
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