On his deathbed, Tan Song, who had chicken skin and white hair, shed tears all over his face, remembering more than fifty years ago——
His wife was killed in the fire and his daughter died young.
I only hope that the gods will take pity on his lonely life and have done charity for more than fifty years, so that he can reunite with them...
Opening his eyes, Tan Song returned to the day when his daughter was born. Facing the impoverished wooden house, he was full of energy.
In the small shop in Qinjia Village, a group of people gathered together and started talking.
"I heard that boy Tan Song is making money now?"
"That kid is ignorant and has no skills. If he can make money, I can become the richest man and a high official!"
"Hahaha! You're right. I'd rather believe that a sow can climb a tree than that Tan Song will change his ways!"
Soon, the whole village almost stepped through the door of Tan Song's house, wanting to know what he had done.
I actually bought a big color TV, a big refrigerator, and built a small western-style building. It was so luxurious!
Later... He also brought his family and relatives to make a lot of money and live a good life away from suffering!
