"The debt-escaping orphan went to Qingliang Mountain at night, but was blocked by a fool hunter carrying a pheasant in a thatched house! Su Qinghe grasped the skills of farming in her previous life - black soil was dug out of the barren slopes, broken tiles surrounded the fenced yard, and the fool Chen Ahhan guarded the back door with a shotgun. Cooking sweet porridge with new rice, but the hypocritical aunt insists on knocking on the door with "bloodline": "This house should be mine!" Oh, the clever woman shows the account book, and the stupid man shakes out the hunting net, and wants to see who is the rat stealing food in the smoke of Fuyuan Xiaozhu!"
