Sixty: the Space Hunter Takes in the Daughter

Traveling through the deep mountains of Northeast China in 60, I became a very poor orphan hunter. The dilapidated wooden house leaked air, and the hound was so thin that his ribs were clearly defined. That night when the mountain was closed by heavy snow, a mother and daughter were lying outside the door, turning purple from the cold. The former eldest lady could not even drink hot porridge. If you take him in, you have to feed him. Fortunately, he has a secret that no one knows. He has space with him. He grows what he plants and his prey never spoils. From then on, he quietly made a fortune by hunting and farming, but later he discovered that this "poor hunter" was the real invisible richest man...