It was snowing in the twelfth lunar month, and a piece of divorce paper hit me in the face.
"You bitch who doesn't lay eggs, get out!"
My mother-in-law was abusive, my scumbag husband was indifferent, he poisoned me with his concubine and tried to miscarry me, and he even wanted to sell my son as an apprentice.
That night, I was thrown out of the house with An'er, who was suffering from high fever, behind me was splashed dirty water and the fangs of vicious dogs.
In this desperate situation, I only remembered half of the jade pendant left by my mother, a last word, and a packet of mysterious "Hui Gan" spices.
Surviving in a deserted house, I relied on my own pickle stall to set up a pickle stall, and I went from being a despised "abandoned wife" to being a "weiwan pickle" who queued up to fight for it.
Eye rolls, suppression, false accusations, arson... Whatever doesn't kill me has become the seasoning in my pickle jar.
Until that silent mute craftsman shielded me from open and hidden attacks time and time again.
He repaired my car, taught my son carpentry, and brought me a bowl of hot porridge during my most difficult nights.
Later I found out that he was a craftsman official from the Ministry of Industry who was unjustly exiled, and he had the truth behind my biological father's murder.
And my secret recipe for pickles actually contains a military ore map that could subvert the court!
Fighting against scumbag husbands, tearing up doting concubines, and uncovering conspiracies, my pickle stall became a world-famous "sisters' shop."
My ex-husband, who had abandoned me in the past, knelt outside the store and begged me to come back.
The son of a high-ranking and powerful official pressed me against the wall with red eyes: "Shen Weiwan, I want both your pickles and your people."
But when the border smoke suddenly rose and foreign cavalry pressed on the border, they discovered in horror——
I never sell just pickles.
It is the innocence that a woman can stand on, the unyielding backbone of a craftsman, and the final salvation of this turbulent dynasty.
[Mutual redemption between two powerful forces + Food counterattack + Machiavellian slap in the face]
