Dressed as an ordinary washerwoman in troubled times, Jiang Wan's lifelong pursuit is to save money, buy a house, and retire in peace. Until that day, she picked up her first cub under the bridge. The child was so thin that he was covered in injuries, but his eyes were as calm as an ancient well. He was holding half of a jade pendant engraved with dragon patterns in his hand. Jiang Wan: ... Don't panic, it's a small scene, it may belong to a wealthy family. Not long after, she picked up the second cub in the ruined temple. The little girl's face was smeared with pot ashes, but she knew medicine and medicine, and was enchanted with golden needles. She would occasionally mutter to herself in the direction of the capital: "I will never be a human being unless I take revenge." Jiang Wan: ... It's okay, it's not a big problem. It's probably because the medical family is in trouble. Later, she accidentally rescued the third cub in the bandit's den. With her abacus crackling and a business guide in her mind, the little fat girl turned her small laundry shop into a city-wide chain within three months, and she was thinking about monopolizing the silk business in the south every day. Jiang Wan: ... Okay, I'm used to it. Looking at the family member who was suspected of being the future emperor, the one who was definitely a vengeful miracle doctor, and the little carrot head who was rushing to become the richest man, Jiang Wan folded his hands and fell into deep thought. Is there something wrong with her life goals? Where's the promised salted fish lying flat? Now, she not only has to wash and cook every day, but she also has to enlighten the future Ninth Five-Year Master, help the future goddess doctor, and listen to the business plan of the future wealthy businessman. The most terrible thing is that people from all walks of life come to her door after looking for traces, assassins, secret guards, mysterious caravans... Her small yard is as busy as a vegetable market. Jiang Wan:
