Chengyu was sold by his aunt to a fifty-year-old bachelor from a neighboring village for the price of a hare to fill his house.
She cried and begged on the surface, but secretly sharpened the scissors—wanted her to accept her fate? Dream.
While escaping, she missed her footing and rolled down the hillside. She hit her forehead on a stone and was bleeding profusely.
In a daze, a drop of blood seeped into the ancestral jade pendant, and suddenly a gurgling spiritual spring and a piece of steaming black land appeared in front of him...
Chengyu's eyes widened: Mom, is this what you call "our family's last resort"?
