He Shunju in the Early Republic of China: I Washed Away Old Scores for My Great-Grandfather

In front of my grandfather's hospital bed, an old ancestral jade plaque with the word "Guard" engraved on it sent me back to the second year of the Republic of China. On the streets of Shunzhou, the clothes are in rags. In Heshun Juli, the ancestral store, 24-year-old great-grandfather Su Jinghe was handing double protection money to a local snake with a smile on his face. I know the ending of his life: he was framed in middle age, his ancestral shop changed owners, he felt guilty for half his life, and he died in depression. I stopped his hand from handing over the money and turned around to serve Mr. Zhao a pot of herbal tea with added ingredients that "clears away heat and removes internal heat". In the lobby, everyone was laughing in public. My great-grandfather was so frightened that his face turned pale: "We are in big trouble!" I held the melon seeds in my mouth and smiled: "This is just the beginning. I will take back all the shame you have suffered, one stroke at a time." Open a restaurant, eliminate old enemies, and revive the ancestral business. Enemies come one by one, and I deal with them one by one. A slap in the face and a branch of business. Protect this store and protect this family.