Just as his father was buried, his eldest uncle seized his house and grain, driving him and his ailing mother into a dilapidated earthen hut in the village. When pushed to desperation, a talking crow dropped half a steamed bun into the old pickled vegetable jar left by his father—the next day, the jar was completely full! Only then did he realize that this broken jar could replicate anything. Relying on it, he saved his mother, the village chief's daughter, and helped the fellow villagers. Just as life was getting better, his eldest uncle stole the jar to get rich, only for it to be snatched by wicked people who intercepted poverty-alleviation grain. At a birthday banquet, the villains greedily tried to replicate a puppy, causing the jar to crack, and stack after stack of criminal evidence spewed from its mouth. In the end, the treasure jar lost its magic, but with a pair of hands, he still lived a prosperous and vibrant life.