Juan Wang Xianyu: I Lived to Be 108 Years Old in the Qing Dynasty

Song Youyou knelt in the main hall of Yonghe Temple and made three wishes devoutly: I wish I had a big house with a yard, The second wish is to be served by three or five aunts. I wish I could enjoy the chef's cooking every day. To show her sincerity, she gritted her teeth and donated coffee money for three months. As soon as he walked out of the hall, a bolt of lightning struck—not a metaphor. When she opened her eyes again, she was lying on a hard bed, with a sharp female voice in her ears: "Don't pretend to be dead when you wake up! Your uncle has sold you to Sibeile Mansion and will send you there next month!"