After all, he was the only child in the family. Once the family line ended with him, it was easy to imagine that his parents' spirits in heaven would never forgive him. Although his father and mother had died when Cha Shao Bao was three, they had left a letter beneath a cardboard box at home. When Cha Shao Bao grew up and read it, he understood what they had hoped for most.
They had hoped that he would be an ordinary man, not someone with any great achievements. As long as he could eat his fill at every meal, stay mostly free of illness, colds, and disabilities, marry a good wife, and raise chickens, ducks, fish, cattle, and sheep in the countryside, wouldn't that be enough? Why did he have to become some Jianghu hero? It would only make his life more and more complicated.
But everyone had their own ambitions, and the sky was vast enough for birds to fly freely. Since he had made up his mind, what could those two old people say? They could only let him do as he pleased and keep their mouths shut. Cha Shao Bao said to his younger sister, "I've been your brother for so many years, and I think I've done a fairly decent job. I heard you have a boyfriend now, right? I've saved nearly fifty taels for your dowry."
"When you get married, just take this dowry with you. As your brother, I haven't been able to give you much, and I feel deeply ashamed. Fifty taels is neither a great deal nor a small amount. It's the greatest result of my lifetime of hard work. I became a master for others, took in many disciples, and worked day and night just to barely let you live