When my uncle was young, he was a lazybones who didn't do any honest work. One day he would steal chickens from the neighbor, and the next day he would steal dogs from behind the village. He was simply a despised scoundrel.,My uncle, who had traveled far and wide, told many stories and was also a skilled magician. He could transform a simple deck of cards into beautiful flowers.,A wave of helplessness washed over him. If it weren't for Zhang Father's beating, Zhang Fan might have given up medicine and pursued gambling instead.。