In the year when the entire Wen family died tragically, Wen Chujiu carried an eighty-pound black iron hammer and worked as a blacksmith at the border incognito.
She originally wanted to lie dormant for the rest of her life, until late at night during the heavy rain, a man with a beautiful appearance and coughing blood all over his body fell into her iron shop.
The man weakly tugged at the hem of her clothes: "Girl, please help me. In Ji'an, I am a helpless accountant... I am willing to pay my debt with my body."
Wen Chujiu looked at his face and reluctantly accepted him.
From then on, there was a sickly apprentice in the iron shop who couldn't carry his shoulders or lift his hands, and vomited blood when touched.
In order to protect this weak man who could not take care of himself, Wen Chujiu picked up a sledgehammer and smashed it all the way from the border town to the capital court.
Until that day, her enemies led a large army and surrounded her heavily.
Wen Chujiu was about to fight to the death, but he saw the secret guards of Dali Temple falling from the sky amidst the rain of arrows.
Her "weak" accountant took off his civilian clothes and put on a very coercive crimson official uniform.
He stepped on his enemy's head and scanned the audience with the most ruthless eyes. When he turned to look at her, he coughed out a mouthful of blood in aggrieved manner:
"Chujiu, there are so many of them, I'm afraid. Can you borrow your repeating heavy crossbow from me?"
Wen Chujiu: "... Zheng Xuan, can you try pretending again?!"
