The old Shen family has been doing good deeds for ten generations, but their family is so poor that they can only live in poverty.
Until my unjust brother fished out a wet little girl from the river.
On the first day when the little girl entered the house, my mother was cooking, and golden beans were popping out of the stove.
The next day, the wild game from the back mountain lined up and hit the wall of my courtyard, unable to be driven away.
On the third day, the county magistrate's sedan chair passed by my door, and the old well that had been dry for three years suddenly began to gurgling with sweet springs.
Everyone in the village said that my family picked up a living Bodhisattva.
But I know it's not that simple.
Why does the man in black who always stands under the locust tree at the entrance of the village always look at her with a mixture of sadness and joy?
Until she stretched out her finger towards the starry sky, the star path of the entire dynasty began to shift quietly...
