"Hey, have you heard that Lao Chen next door has moved?" an aunt said.
"Where are you going?" asked the neighbor.
"His family's land was expropriated and he was given a lot of money. He was originally a poor man and now he has become a nouveau riche. He bought a house in the villa area." The aunt looked envious.
San'er nestled under a big tree, listening to those people's words, and rolled his eyes, what's the big deal. Maybe I will become a nouveau riche one day.
He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and returned to his shack. My stomach is growling, but there is nothing to eat at home. Hey, drink enough water.
San'er is an idle person, he has hands and feet, but he doesn't do his job properly. No matter what he does, he is enthusiastic for three days. He feels tired when doing any work. He just wants to have pie in the sky. When his parents are around, he can still help him, but now his parents are gone. , he became a vagabond. But I have this dream of getting rich every day.
The young shopkeeper in the house handed the old man a piece of paper: "Bring this person here."
The old man looked at it and said, "Is this a homeless man?"
"He has been poor for seven generations. This is the last one. I need his soul." The shopkeeper replied.
The old man nodded and understood what his master meant. In the seventh life, he had a poor life, and his fate was extremely yin-qi, so he was the favorite of his master.
The old man came to the dilapidated shack, put the business card into San'er's hand, and then disappeared into the shack the moment he woke up.
San'er woke up and looked at the business card in his hand with some surprise. Can Pawnshop No. 13 make you rich overnight?
San'er licked her chapped lips and went to take a look. San'er was walking alone on the road in the dark night and finally found this place. Looking at the dilapidated door, I thought, is this reliable? Isn't this someone trying to trick people into selling their organs?
The door opened, and the old man smiled and said, "Come in."
San'er walked in suspiciously, and the young shopkeeper sat behind the desk: "Envy others to get rich overnight? Let me help you."
"How can you help me?" San'er looked unbelieving.
"Give me fifty years of your life, and I will make you a rich man. Do you want to do this business?" the shopkeeper said with a smile.
"Why should I trust you?" San'er responded.
"After signing this contract, I will give you this jade pendant. Even if I am a liar, this jade pendant can be sold for a lot of money." The shopkeeper took out a contract and a longevity lock jade pendant with good water content.
San'er looked at the jade pendant, thought for a while, put his fingerprints on the contract, and walked away with the jade pendant in disbelief.
But as soon as he walked out of the alley, he was knocked down by someone. San'er subconsciously gave him a hand. He is a middle-aged man dressed luxuriously. The man seemed to have sprained his foot and could not stand up. San'er helplessly carried the man on his back: "I'm telling you, why are you in such a well-dressed person running into this dark alley?"
"I came here to look for relatives, and I ended up here without knowing it. Sigh." The middle-aged man sighed: "Thank you, young man."
"You can't even walk, so go to my place and have a rest. You can make do with my rags." San'er shook his head helplessly.
"You're so polite, young man, thank you." The middle-aged man thanked him.
In the shack, San'er got some water for the man. Then he threw the jade pendant on the bed.
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment when his eyes fell on the jade pendant, and then he was ecstatic, struggling to come to San'er: "I finally found you. I am your uncle."
"What?" San'er looked confused, uncle? When did he have an uncle? His father is an only son.
"I've been looking for you for many years." The middle-aged man started crying while holding San'er. "I am your father's comrade-in-arms. Your father helped me save my life. Later I went abroad. I came back this time to find you."
