As long as Lin Wan can remember, the word "unlucky guy" has been welded on his forehead. Your feet will sprain when you walk on flat ground, your teeth will get clogged when you drink cold water, and the lottery will always be the bottom one. When she went to the countryside with her lucky cousin, everyone said that one was the koi carp and the other was the control group who deserved to suffer. My cousin is reborn. She holds a script in her hand and knows which mountains contain precious herbs, which masters hide out-of-print stamps, and which day a noble person will pass by. She waited for her cousin to shine while she farmed peacefully, trying to earn one more work point every day. But things gradually started to go wrong... My cousin confidently took people up the mountain to dig ginseng, but after digging for a long time, they only dug out a nest of radishes. Lin Wan was knocked unconscious by a wild rabbit on the way home and woke up with a century-old ginseng plant in his arms. Σ( ° △ °|||) My cousin wanted to make friends with the educated youth who would become the richest man in the future, but he ignored her. Instead, he followed Lin Wan every day and asked eagerly: "Comrade Lin Wan, do you still need someone to help you today?" My cousin wanted to cut off the only recommendation quota in Hu County, but the leader named Lin Wan who "used new methods to cultivate a yield of three hundred kilograms of sweet potatoes per mu." The cousin, who was holding the script, completely broke her guard, broke down and shouted: "This is unscientific! What kind of golden finger do you have?!" Lin Wan, who was gnawing on sweet potatoes, looked confused: "What is the golden finger? I just don't have good luck. Look, the sweet potatoes are a little burnt." Everyone fell into a long silence as they looked at the fragrant roasted sweet potatoes in her hand that were charred on the outside and tender on the inside. #I thought I was unlucky,
