Lin Jiaojiao traveled through a period novel and became the most beautiful village beauty in the ten miles and eight towns. Unfortunately, she was the famous "female Zhang Fei" - an ancestral pig butcher who was so powerful that she could eat three bowls of rice in one meal.
The best grandma forced her to marry an old widower from the next village who beat his wife in exchange for a bride price. Lin Jiaojiao sneered, turned around and picked up a handsome guy in the mountains who was covered in blood and had eight-pack abs.
"What are you looking at? This is the son-in-law I just hired!"
Lu Zhan, who had lost his memory, woke up and looked at the charming woman in front of him who was holding a bloody butcher knife in one hand. His Adam's apple rolled up and he answered with red ears: "Well, I am her man."
At first, the people in the village laughed at Lin Jiaojiao for picking up a useless person who was just eating soft food.
Until the best relative came to find trouble, the sickly man broke the opponent's leg bone with one hand, his eyes as cold as Shura.
Later, Lin Jiaojiao relied on her pig-killing skills and her portable spiritual spring to set up a meat factory and chain stores, and became the richest man in the country. And her cheap husband who lost his memory not only regained his status as the crown prince of Beijing and a meritorious military officer, but also blocked her in a corner every day, begging for status with red eyes:
"Daughter-in-law, the pigs have been killed. When will you come back to the capital with me to get the certificate?"
