My name is Zhang Fugui, and I was born in the year 721 of the Heavenly Treasure of the Di Nation. I was nine years old this year, and I live at the border of the Di Kingdom in a place called Peace Village. Peace Village was a small village. Within a radius of twenty Li, there were only a hundred or so people.

Both my parents worked hard for half their lives, saving a little money for me to use in the village school and as a betrothal gift for me to marry my wife in the future.

At the age of nine, I had become a little more sensible and knew how to do some housework for my family, so I was rather doted on by my parents. Of course, when the adults in the village saw that I was sensible, they all doted on me.

"Rich son? It's time to eat! " My father was shouting at me again, making the neighbors laugh.

"Father, I was wondering if you could give me a different name. Wealth, this is the same name as that dog at the village entrance!" Listen, every time you call out to me, the neighbors laugh. " I protested when I got back to the house.

"What's wrong with this name!?" "Your father has never had any future in his life. I only hope that you can be rich or rich, and your father can also benefit from this. Aren't you happy today?"

I shook my head and didn't argue. It had been a month since I'd protested, and at first I would have argued for a long time, but gradually, knowing my father's temper, I had no choice but to let it go, although I was still a little uncomfortable in my heart and couldn't help muttering a few words each time.

My father had been a farmer for dozens of years and had not been able to make much money, but luckily for him, this place was very far away from the world. There were no corrupt officials or robbers, so he could live a decent life. Sometimes I can't help thinking that if Dad was a little whiter, he might be pretty.

"It's time to eat. What are you thinking about?" My mother was a good wife, thin and weak. Although she was not as good-looking as my second aunt at the village entrance, she was still very delicate. Her entire mind was on me and Father. My parents were also very loving. Sometimes, they would hear my mother tell my father that she wanted to give me a younger brother or a younger sister, but when it came to this topic, my mother would sigh for a long time.

"Oh, nothing." I picked up the chopsticks and put them in my mouth.

"Eat slowly, don't choke." Mom always likes to watch me and Dad eat, but she can't eat much herself. The doctor also told her that she was weak and should eat more, but she always shook her head and didn't say anything.

"Wealthy son, come and eat more. Listen to your teacher in the school. When you enter the university hall in town, you will have some potential. You don't need to work as hard as father to cultivate." My father nagged as he helped me with the food.

My mother glared at my father and said, "Don't listen to your father. Even if you can't go to the town, you will still have some prospects."

I watched one of them as a white face, the other as a black face. This sort of trick would be put on from time to time, but it would be better for me to go into the town and become a high official in the future. But I don't want to be an official, at least not yet.

After dinner, I washed the dishes and put on a bowl of rice and a plate of vegetables. I carried the basket to Grandpa Sun's place. Grandpa Sun is a very, very old man. Every time I see him, I feel that he is about to die, but the light in his eyes tells me that his life is still long.

Since Grandpa Sun came to our village nine years ago, he has always lived next to us. He has no children under his knees and lives alone, so he seems very lonely. But he was very good to me, he told me stories every time he saw me, sometimes he gave me sugar to eat, and he gave me such a nice feeling that sometimes I would rather stay with him than go home, and of course I didn't think too much about it. In fact, I think he was good to me because he had no children and was afraid that no one would die for him. But he said that I was born when he came to this village, and that was why he and I were fated to meet.

Fate? Hmph, I don't believe it.

Strangely, Grandpa Sun didn't do anything. He would lie down on the bamboo chair all day to bask in the sun. Even when there was no sun, he would lie there to enjoy the wind. He didn't move even in the middle of winter. I also asked my father, but he told me not to ask anymore.

When I get old, I want to be like him, without having to worry about life.

"Grandpa Sun, I brought you something to eat."

"Oh, it's Fugui. Come here." The slightly hoarse voice had an inexplicable attraction.

When I saw Grandpa Sun's wrinkled and smiling face, I knew he was going to tell me a story. He's been telling me stories since I was four years old, and it's been more than four years, but he's never repeated one, and every one of them is fascinating, and that's my fatal weakness. From his story, I understood deceit, patience, cruelty, loneliness. It can be said that this is the story of Grandpa Sun, giving me, at the age of nine, the independence and maturity that ordinary children do not have. Of course, I never suspected that the old him knew so many stories. Perhaps, he was talking about the evaluation in the past.

So I put down the basket and sat down next to him, looking up at the bright sun, and I picked up the palm-leaf fan to cool him down.

"Grandpa Sun, when you're free, tell me about my dad. Help me change my name!" I looked at him hopefully.

"Hur hur, the name 'Fugui' is pretty good, why did you change it?" Grandpa Sun was lying there, smiling as he asked me.

"Sigh, I've been in the school for two years. I know that name is vulgar, and that dog at the village entrance is also called Fugui. Isn't this obviously embarrassing?" When I think of the dog, I feel angry, and I wave my fan fiercely.

"Hehe, don't worry about it. The name is just a code name. Why are you the only one who can be called rich? No one else can!"

"But it isn't human .." I wanted to cry.

"Alright, alright. Don't worry about it so much. Let me tell you a story."

As soon as I heard the story, I immediately became excited. "Whose story is it today?"

Grandpa Sun's eyes revealed a hint of reminiscence. "Today, I'll tell you the story of the Immortal General Long Mei."

"Celestial General Long Mei .." "Alright!" I was listening intently, but before Grandpa Sun could open his mouth, I heard my father's extremely inappropriate voice, "Fugui, it's time to go to school. When you're late, mister wants you to stand."

"Eh .." Every time I come to Grandpa Sun's place, he will think of a way to stop me, worried that I would be enthralled by the story and not go to the academy. As for that, there is still an hour left, but he is afraid that I will be late and cause dissatisfaction to Teacher.

"Sigh!" I sighed, "Grandpa Sun, I'll go first. I'll come see you in the evening."

"Hehe, studying is more important. Don't disappoint your parents, go quickly."

"Okay, then I'll go first."

When I left a moment ago, I turned around to see Grandpa Sun calculating something.

I shook my head and left Grandpa Sun's place. I packed up two books and headed towards Mister's academy.

The private school is on a river outside the village. The river is very clear and is the only water source for us in the village. There is an old willow tree by the river. I think it's because it's a good place to fish, because every time you go to class, you fix a few fishing rods under the willow and put in bait, and when you're resting, you take down the fish you've already caught and replace them with bait, so you get a lot of fish every day. And because of this, my friends and I all admire him a lot, because he saves a lot of money and lives much better than we do.

As I approached the village entrance, I saw several figures sitting under the old locust tree. They were my friends who had invited me to go to school with them.

"Fugui, is there any story today?"

His name was Du Wenhu, and he was a bit younger than me. We called him Little Fatty, and the skinny black guy beside him was Zhao Tianbao, the same age as me, but also a few months younger. We called him Little Bao.

"No, Grandpa Sun didn't even have time to explain before my father called me over to school." I said helplessly.

"Well, I was going to trade sugar for a story!" Little Fatty looked disappointed.

"I'll change my teeth, I won't eat sugar!" Actually, I really wanted to eat, my family wasn't as rich as his family, and Grandpa Sun only told stories for me, so he traded one candy for one story at a time, which had been going on for a long time, and I split one story into two or three or more at a time, so I could eat more sugar.

This is the daughter of the village's Uncle Zhang, three years younger than me. Her name is Zhang Shuyu, also known as Xiao Yu.

I glared at her and walked away from her in a huff. Little Fatty and Little Treasure also knew that I was angry, so they held back their laughter and walked towards the school with me. When Little Yu saw that I wasn't paying attention to her, her mouth curled up and tears started rolling down her face.

When we reached the academy, the teacher began to lecture, but I didn't listen. Looking out the window, I recalled the story Grandpa Sun told me.

"Zhang Fugui!"

"Huh?" My heart shuddered as I stood up and looked at Mister. Inevitably, I felt some fear in my heart.

The teacher had a square face, long hair, and was usually very serious. I groaned in my heart and was about to be punished again.

"Why aren't you listening?" the gentleman snapped at me.

I felt even more bitter and sulked for a while before asking out of the blue, "Sir, do you think there are any immortals?"

Mister was obviously shocked and stunned for a moment. He frowned and said, "What immortal, study hard. You must strive to become an official in the future. Only then will you have a chance. Don't keep thinking about those unrealistic things!" Sit down. "

I was surprised, but the moment I said those words, I regretted it. I didn't expect that not only did Mister not pursue the matter, he even asked me to sit down. Trembling, I sat down. I saw that there was a complicated look in Teacher's eyes, and he gave me an indistinct glance in the direction of Grandpa Sun's house.

My heart was startled, whether it was an illusion or not. I thought for a while and then calmed down, continuing to listen to mister's lecture on etiquette and morals.

Today, Mr. Zhang was doing quite well and even dropped out of school early. After dispersing, Little Fatty, Little Treasure, and that annoying Little Yu all stuck to him.

"How could you ask that kind of question in class? Aren't you afraid that you'll get hit?"

"Eh, I know what I'm doing." I said vaguely and ran home with my bag, leaving three stunned figures behind.