When Lin Zhaodi was tied up by her mother and escorted to the sedan chair, she still held half a piece of muddy sweet potato in her hand. Happy? To fill a house for a sick man with a broken arm? She sneered and kicked the scale: The wasteland in Gu's backyard is enough for me to grow ten carts of golden barley! Look at the peasant girl wielding a hoe - treating her mother, fighting evil neighbors, opening a grain mill, and turning the dilapidated house into a golden nest. Even Gu Zhao, who was paralyzed in the wheelchair, had red eyes and clenched her hand: Madam, on this day, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
