In a side courtyard of the Su residence, Su Zhi gnaws on a moldy coarse bun while listening to her legitimate elder sister shriek in the front courtyard as she drops a jade bracelet. “Let this wretched girl try on our ancestral jade bracelet? As if she’s worthy!” Su Zhi wipes the spit from her face and is about to lower her head when the cold jade suddenly grows so hot it burns her hand!
An unfamiliar scene appears before her eyes: golden lines trace the mulberry tree’s roots, and the spots where insects have eaten the leaves are as clear as if marked in red. When she opens her eyes again, she has gained a small spiritual spring space. Watered by the spring, silkworm eggs crack open with a snap, and snow-white silkworms crawl all over a bamboo tray!
Her stepmother wants to cut off her food allowance?
She uses her spiritual senses to pick the fattest mulberry branches, and the space produces cocoons three times their usual size. Her elder sister steals credit for her work?
She sells improved mulberry saplings to a silk shop in the county town, earning enough silver to smash through the Su residence’s front gate.
Then a hunter with pine resin on his clothes blocks the courtyard gate and hands her a bloody bearskin. “I heard someone was chased by a bear? Cheng just happened to be... here to protect her.”
Who says a silkworm farmer can only let others walk all over her?
She’s determined to turn jade into gold and weave a splendid Jiangnan with her own hands.
