# Fetal wear, no space, no golden fingers, farming cool articles#
Coming from a family of modern Chinese medicine practitioners, I was born as the youngest daughter of a peasant family, and the whole family regarded me as a lucky star.
The second brother is obsessed with growing tea and frying it to create a unique fragrant tea, while the third brother sells tea into the inner courtyard of the palace with his eloquent tongue.
The eldest brother rose through the imperial examination and became an official, and he was about to become a highly respected minister.
When I was collecting herbs in the mountains, I picked up a man covered in blood. He was highly skilled in martial arts but clumsy.
"Be a guard? Just take care of the food." He smiled innocently.
Until one day, a group of men in black knelt down and shouted, "See the Pavilion Master."
I just found out that this idiot is actually the leader of the world's number one killer organization.
He scratched his head and explained: "My master asked me to run before he died. He said that if I meet someone who can make me forget to draw my sword, I won't leave."
"Oh? Do you want to draw your sword now?"
The base of his ears turned red: "I want to... I want to pull out the wooden hairpin on your head and put it in my bun."
