"Get lost."
On a rainy night, Lu Zheng, the "living king of hell" who was the most irritable in the village, looked at the soaked little woman who had just escaped from widowhood at the door, his eyes full of anger.
Shen Zhixia was trembling, but she held on to his hot arm: "Brother, please... Save me."
In order to survive, she broke into the Palace of Hell and became his nominal "distant cousin".
Everyone was waiting to see this delicate little widow being thrown out by Lu Zheng to feed the wolves.
Who knows——
She thought the rice was coarse, so Lu Zheng went up the mountain to hunt pheasants in the middle of the night in exchange for fine grain;
She was bullied, and Lu Zheng blocked the bully's door with an ax: "Who dares to lay a finger on her?"
When she repaired an abandoned sewing machine, she amazed people from all over the country with her unique skills, attracting repeated advances from the commune secretary.
The rough man who was usually silent had blocked her in the corner with red eyes, and his voice was hoarse and dangerous: "Making clothes for other men? Shen Zhixia, have you forgotten who is your man?"
