Ye Zhou, who finally climbed up to be a supervisor in a company after graduation, met the collection of car accidents when he tried to save someone. After he woke up, he found himself having transmigrated back to a village in the nineties, with a house only having four walls, plus a bunch of unbelievable relatives. What the h*ll! Ye Zhou felt so sad. What had he done to deserve this?

Pan Xiangdong, captain of Sharp Knife Army, was the youngest lieutenant in history, a bigwig of the capital circles. A failure when carrying on a mission, he let the army. And on the way to visit his father, he met the big trouble Ye Zhou. And since then, he had gone further and further away on the wife-doting road.

“Well, you know, you still owe me two hundred…”

Some day, Yan Zhou, holding a pot of orchid, looked at an old man in ruddy health while saying so helplessly.

“What are you talking about? Go away…Xiangdong, see him off!”

The old ‘bandit’ snatched that bonsai from him and turned to leave, while Pan Xiangdong standing aside said with a pretendingly serious tone, “Please!”

“Save it! All your family are a bunch of bandits!”

Without getting the money back, he even lost a pot of best orchid, so Ye Zhou decisively vented his anger on Pan Xiangdong. Holy sh*t! What had he done in his previous life to deserve to be neighbors with such unbelievable grandpa-grandson bandit duo?