After I made peace with King Jing'an, I lived in seclusion in the countryside with my son.
Although life is hard, looking at the healthy and healthy "little glutinous rice" around me, I feel that everything is worth it.
Until an unexpected guest came to the village.
The man called himself "Xiao Tiezhu" and insisted on working in my house to earn a living.
I wanted to refuse, but he gave me too much - every time my son "Xiao Nuomi" called him "uncle", he would secretly give me a piece of silver.
I thought this man was sick, but for the sake of money, I endured it.
He was clumsy and couldn't do any work well, but I found that since he came, the gangsters in the village who always wanted to take advantage of me either broke their legs or fell into the river.
The harvest of my barren vegetable plot also improved inexplicably.
I once thought he was a mountain god sent to help us orphans and widowed mothers.
Until that day, a team of people came from the capital, headed by my concubine who was once the best at pretending to be weak.
She looked at me, with poison in her eyes, and ordered her men: "Throw that bastard into the well!"
Just when I was holding my son in despair, "Xiao Tiezhu" slowly stood in front of me.
