Born, he killed his mother. At age eight, he killed his father. His uncle adopted him, but within half a year, the uncle broke his leg.,As I was riding on a bamboo raft, bad luck struck again. I missed a step and fell.,The old woman said when it came time to arrange marriages, she praised the Qin family to the heavens. She described a magnificent house with red brick and green tile roofs, and boasted that they had delicious meals every day.。