In the twelfth lunar month of winter, Shen Qinghe, the legitimate daughter of the Shen family, froze in a dilapidated house until her fingertips ulcerated. However, her grandmother and stepmother conspired to sell her to a fifty-year-old rich man to fill his house. When she was desperate, she found a carved wooden box among her biological mother's belongings - there was no gold or silver in it, only a yellowing "Notes on Ancient Techniques". The eight characters on the title page lit up the darkness like thunder: "If you have many skills, don't rely on others."
In order to escape the fire pit, she fled overnight with her loyal servant, evaded the pursuers, and plunged into the legendary haunted abandoned farm. In front of me were weeds half as tall as a man, a leaky shabby house, evil neighbors who were eyeing him, and a dead rat floating in the well. Everyone is waiting to see how this delicate daughter of aristocratic family will die.
Shen Qinghe smiled. She rolled up her sleeves, compared her notes, identified soil and fertile fields, diverted water and opened canals. Golden crops grow on the poor land, and the leftovers brew a secret sauce that spreads for miles. Are evil neighbors bullying you? She set a trap and let him suffer the consequences. The family is chasing you to force you to marry? She showed the land deed and laws in public, tearing apart the hypocrisy. When her "Shen's Sauce Garden" became famous in the county town and was making money, an even bigger shadow quietly shrouded her - the man behind her biological mother's death came to her door again, following a purple herb that could save people or kill her.
This time, Shen Qinghe held the secret that his biological mother had guarded with her life, her eyes cold. You want me to get married, you want me to accept my fate, you want my recipe, you want my life? Okay, let's see who can smile until the end.
From an abandoned daughter in a deep house to the owner of an imperial businessman, she did not rely on her father or her husband, but only on her hands that had grown from frostbite to thick calluses, and a sober heart that never bowed its head.
