Qin Zhenzhen, as a native of an ancient farm girl, experienced twists and turns in her marriage in her youth and turbulent hiding in her middle age, and finally enjoyed her old age in peace. Looking back in the rocking chair, there is one person who has protected her for most of her life.
The background of this article is fictitious (I believe that the things that appear exist, this is a novel), does not accept textual research, and has no historical reference. Any similarities are purely coincidental.
Ancient farming, food, imaginary writing
