When my dilapidated house was being renovated, my brother and sister-in-law said that the shared wall would "collapse" their mansion, so they threw six buckets of feces on me in the street. The police intervened eight times, but they intensified. My husband was forced to commit suicide by drinking pesticide, and my children and I lived in a bridge cave to freeze and starve to death. When I open my eyes again, I go back to the day when shit was thrown at me. My sister-in-law held up the excrement spoon and said, "You damn poor man, are you trying to start construction again?!" I laughed, turned on the live broadcast and pointed it at her: "Splash it! Let the whole network see whether the building you built by sucking the blood of living people can withstand the sun!"
