I Flipped the Table and Split the Family, Then Built the Village's First Western-Style Villa

In his previous life, Zhao Guodong sold his blood to put his younger siblings through school and worked down a mine to buy a house for his second-youngest brother. His wife and daughter starved to death in bed, while he died sick in a ramshackle house, without anyone even giving him a sip of water in his final moments. When he opened his eyes again, it was 1980. His mother, Li Cuilan, was using the money from his blood to arrange a match for his second-youngest brother. The family gnawed on the chicken legs he’d traded his life for and tossed the bones to his wife and daughter. “Chicken bone soup. It’ll build you up.” This time, he flipped the table. He took back the money he’d earned from selling his blood, hoisted his wife and daughter, and walked away. Beneath the great banyan tree at the village entrance, everyone watched as he pushed a handcart away from the old family home. “Starting today, I’m done being their workhorse.” With no money and no connections, he carried a bamboo basket into town to collect eggs, trade them for steamed buns, and save every last coin. When he needed money for the fields, he took out a loan. When no one supported him, his wife sold liangfen in town to keep the family afloat. When bird flu struck, he risked his life to weather it. When his own parents reported him, he slapped them back with his business license. When his younger siblings smashed his stall, he slapped one of them across the face right there in the street. From 500 chickens to 2,000. From trading eggs for steamed buns to opening a feed shop. From one handcart to the first Phoenix-brand bicycle in the village. From a single chicken farm to an agricultural tycoon! If people have treated you like a beast of burden, but you still want to live like a person, this book is for you.