The old ox kept by my family hides miraculous effects. The ox hair growing madly every night can urge all things to grow, making barren land instantly produce food, which is my only reliance to spend days in poverty. The bully landlord catches sight of the vitality and gives birth to greed, oppressing and snatching step by step, occupying good fields, forcing me to bear the pain and let out the land for surviving. I endure and yield to protect the old ox, but the greedy wicked person exhausts family property to gamble and get rich overnight, little knowing that greed touching rock bottom will definitely rebound, and an absurd retribution will eventually turn all vanity into nothingness.